The two-year old ran towards the group of kids huddled by the monkey bars, his closed fist raised in front of him like he wanted to punch one of them.

And it would have appeared to be that way if it weren't for the look of pure delight on his face as he ran and the fact that the boy kept saying, "Bump?" to the other kids.

Tony supposed there were far worse things Peter could have taught Morgan like web slinging and scaling buildings. In lieu of those, Morgan learned how to fist bump.

Tony continued to watch his kid, who had finally made a friend, climb up the steps that led to a slide.

Content that Morgan would be well entertained and that Happy had an eye on him, Tony walked back to where his wife sat on a picnic blanket, fruits and sandwiches—was that wine? Bless her—laid on take out plates.

They had a great view of the playground, able to spot their son from any angle.

Who would've thought Tony would turn out to be a picnic-in-a-park-while-his-kid-played-in-the-background kind of guy?

He plopped down beside Pepper and proceeded to lie on his back on the blanket. Closing his eyes, he relished in the normalcy of his current situation.

Once upon a time, he was stuck in space, doomed to bleed out in a spaceship while a blue robot chick slapped him awake every now and then. Eating fruits was a fantasy and so was being reunited with his family.

But here he was.

Suddenly all his other dreams didn't seem so impossible to achieve.

He felt Pepper lie next to him.

"What's on your mind?" she asked him.

He turned on his side and faced her. She was propped up on an elbow, the side of her head rested on her open palm.

"I think Morgan wants a baby sibling."

Pepper raised a brow. "And did he tell you that himself?"

"He didn't need to. I'm the Morgan whisperer, remember?"

"Uh-huh," Pepper replied, unconvinced.

"He's chasing after the other kids, Pep. He's lonely. He wants to be with kids his age."

"Aren't you occasionally a two-year-old?"

"Ha ha," Tony said dryly, gently nudging Pepper in her side. "But seriously." He turned on his side and propped his elbow up, mirroring her. "What do you say to another one?"

Pepper blinked and then rose to a sitting position. Tony followed suit.

"I'm serious about having 2 kids, three if we're lucky."

"I don't know. Aren't we too old to have another one?"

"There's always adoption." Tony wasn't kidding. He didn't care whose kid it originally was as long as it becomes theirs to love and care for in the end.

Kids are kids, after all.

Plus, hadn't they already unofficially adopted a lot of kids in the past? There was Harley and Peter and Happy.

Yeah, Tony probably shouldn't include Happy in the list. He'd be pissed to find out he was among the ranks of Parker and Keener.

"We could be the next Brangelina," Tony continued.

Pepper smiled. She had that look on her face as she looked at him, soft and loving.

"I mean, it's not a matter of finances. We could afford to have more kids. And we'd have time for them since I've retired. You can go rake in the dough while I play desperate househusband."

Pepper giggled but said nothing.

"I'm serious," Tony said. "Growing up, I was always on my own, surrounded by hired help and bodyguards." He made himself a user interface to talk to, for crying out loud! "Is it any wonder that I want a big family for us?"

Pepper pressed her lips together. "I'll think about it."

"But it's a pretty nice idea, right?"

"It's a dream for now, Tony."

"This is the dream, Pep. I never thought I'd get here. Let alone, even escape space. But I am and that's got to mean something." Tony shrugged and looked away, his eyes landing on the kids at the playground. "Maybe I survived everything I've been through so I could have this life with you."

A hand on his made him look back at his wife.

"Are you guilt-tripping me?"

Tony smiled sheepishly. "A little bit, yeah."

Pepper shook her head good naturedly. "I'm not saying no. I'm just… Let's revisit this when Morgan's three years old."

At least she wasn't totally shutting him down.

"Okay." Tony nodded. A three-year age gap was a nice gap among siblings, after all. Family planning and all that.

He turned back to where Morgan was, now hanging at the monkey bars.

"I think we should get the little monkey off the monkey bars before he chips off a tooth."

"Relax," Pepper told him, pouring win into a cup. "He'll be fine. Besides, he'll never learn how to be careful unless he hurts himself. The two of us, on the other hand, haven't been on a date since he was born."

"That long, huh?" Tony accepted the cup she handed him.

"Yep. I don't know if you've noticed but this parenting thing is a full-time job which is why I'd like to think on baby number 2 before we commit."

Tony studied her quietly, noticing for the first time that she had traded her blazer and pencil skirts for a flowy Sunday dress, exposing all the freckles on her arms to the sun.

She rarely had time to let her hair down between running the company, being a mom, and being his wife. No wonder she's a little hesitant on growing their family.

Tony put his cup down and scooted over to her. "Listen, I'm not trying to pressure you on that second baby. I mean I'd love to have one, a girl this time with your hair. But if it isn't the right time… What I'm saying is I love you and whatever you decide, I'll back you up."

Pepper smiled and kissed him chastely on the lips. "Thanks but like I said, let's talk about this dream of yours in a year's time."

Tony smiled. "Fine by me."

He got the cup of wine and lifted it to his lips, never once taking his eyes off Pepper.

In the distance, an alarm went off, like some kind of warning of an incoming collision. Tony knew them well enough from his time as a superhero.

But he didn't dare look towards its source.

He had all he needed right here. He wasn't going anywhere. Nobody was taking this dream away from him.

A/N: Is he still dreaming? Is he back? I'm never gonna tell. Just kidding. He's still dreaming. Bye. Thanks for reading.