Chris put a hand on his family's van, his eyes closed as memories of Katherine flooded his mind. His outstretched hand tightened into a fist at the reminder of the time they'd spent fighting during her last days alive.

"Bear?"

"We were fighting," he said. "Did I ever tell you that?"

"No." Chris nodded.

"We- Our front window was broken one day and I thought only Alex and Scott were home, and that one of them had done it. I spanked them both, but when I pulled Scott over my knee, I wasn't gentle and I bruised his rib. She was the epitome of a mama bear that last week. We barely spoke. I'd only just been allowed back in our room the night before-" Chris wiped at his face and turned so that his tear streaked cheeks were hidden from Tony.

"She knew you loved her," Tony said softly.

"I left her alone, Tony. If I'd stayed home, I could have-" Tony put his hand on Chris' shoulder.

"You might have been able to get her a few more hours, but the thallium wouldn't have been spotted in time to do more than that. Those hours would have been agonizing for her, Chris. And they wouldn't have been any better for you, or the kids. Her passing the way she did might seem lonely, but it saved you five from the pain of watching her go. Or from making the decision to turn off the machines." Chris nodded and put his hand on top of Tony's.

"She was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was an incredible mother."

"I know she was. Are you sure you can handle going to her grave today?"

"Will you go with me?"

"Of course. Let me tell your parents that I'm going, and that we'll just meet them at the cabin in a few hours." Chris nodded and backed away.

"They should take the van with the kids. We'll take my car." Tony winced.

"That deathtrap? I knew you were after my money, Big Bad." Chris laughed and turned to look at his husband.

"It's not that bad, and we don't have to pay another rental fee."

"Yeah, yeah. Just remember if the car kills me, I can't blow you."

"I'll keep you safe, T. That was the car we drove Annie home from the hospital in, you know. If it's safe enough for my little girl, it's safe enough for my husband."

"Then get it warming up. I'll be back in a minute." Chris nodded and unlocked his door, dropping into the driver's seat. He turned the ignition and breathed in the smell of home. There was a knock on the window and Chris unlocked the rest of the car.

"Thank you," Chris said, accepting the bottled water as Tony slid into the passenger seat.

"Your parents already thought I was going with you," Tony told him.

"Is it wrong that I still hate when they're right?"

"I wouldn't know. My parents were almost always wrong about everything." Chris shook his head, amused, and started driving.

"Tony…"

"I'll stand as close to you as you want, even if that means hanging out in the car."

"Just don't…"

"Don't what?" Chris reached out and grabbed Tony's hand.

"I miss her, but I don't regret us. Please don't think I'm unhappy with you for-"

"I love Amanda," Tony said. "But that in no way replaces my love of Maria. And I know mothers are different from spouses, but the sentiment is the same." Chris squeezed Tony's hand and continued the drive in silence while Tony tapped away on his phone. Chris drove up to the cemetery nearest Katherine's grave and parked. He got out of the car and squared his shoulders as Tony climbed out. Chris walked around to Tony's side and took his hand.

"I have to come clean," Chris said quietly.

"About what?" Tony asked as Chris respectfully walked around the graves until he reached Katherine's.

"Kat always thought the idea of being buried was repulsive. She begged to be cremated." Tony frowned.

"But you buried her?"

"Scott and Alex knew she wanted to be cremated and they…" Chris swallowed. "Alex got physically sick thinking of her body going through that. So I had the children say goodbye privately and then we had a closed casket funeral. They have no idea that we buried an urn with her ashes."

"I think you handled that better than I would have," Tony admitted. "Especially with how heavy the grief was. The kids don't need to know-"

"My parents don't know either," Chris said. "Sammy was the only other person I told."

"You could have told me sooner," Tony said.

"How would I have brought that up, T? 'Oh by the way, I've been lying to the kids and actually followed my wife's wishes to cremate her, and just buried her ashes instead of her body?' Really romantic pillow talk." Tony tried fighting the smile.

"I just meant that I wouldn't have judged you, Bear." Chris stopped at a grave marker and knelt, brushing the marker off.

"I know it's morbid, but I…"

"You can tell me," Tony said, resting his hand on Chris.

"I don't want to be separated from either of you."

"Ok," Tony said. "Do you want me here, or do you want me to move her to New York or California?"

"I don't know. If we're in Alaska, your grave might get more peace." Chris sat all the way down and took Tony's hand. "My whole family is here. My dad's parents are buried over there. My mom's sister and parents are a few plots over on this side. My parents even have their plots picked and paid for."

"I'm fine with being here with your family, Chris. It's not like I… I don't deserve to be in the Stark family mausoleum, Amanda's parents were cremated, and like I'd want to be anywhere near anything to do with Jude. So I'm flexible-"

"I do know that," Chris said, looking at Tony with a playful smile.

"Yeah, no, I don't think having sex in a graveyard is going to happen." Chris shuddered.

"Just think of all the ghosts that would watch us."

"Ghosts aren't real-"

"You're an atheist and you fight alongside a literal Norse god. Ghosts could be real. Maybe the dead are in a different dimension that interacts with ours, and only a handful of people can sense them."

"Dimensions?"

"Why not? Thor's told us about Asgard, shit happened in New York… Before then, did anyone actually believe in aliens? No. So why not entertain the idea of different dimensions? Alternate universes? Timelines-"

"I get it," Tony said, thoughtfully.

"Did I just give you a new project?"

"Yep." Chris smiled and kissed his hand.

"Thank you."

"I haven't done anything-"

"If you weren't here, I know I'd… be drunk off my ass and lost in my grief. Instead I can lean on you and know that there are brighter days ahead."

"Then I'm happy to help." Chris touched the marker again and closed his eyes.

"I do miss her, T," he said, his eyes slowly opening. "I regret that I didn't spend more time with her, and that my refusal to obey would lead to her death. But I don't regret meeting you and making a family with you." He stood and turned to look at Tony. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Chris held Tony to him and sighed.

"I…"

"You what, Chris?"

"I told you once that a part of me died with her."

"You did."

"So why do I feel more alive when I'm with you?"

Scott got out of the car and helped Gabe jump out of the van they'd used for years with their mother.

"This place is huge," Peter said, his eyes wide.

"It should be," Deborah said, holding a sleeping Annie. "It's big enough for fifteen people, and that's if we don't double up in several rooms."

"Whoa," Alex said. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Deborah replied. "Your parents never really let us do much for them other than the occasional random grocery trip, so we took advantage of this opportunity."

"How much was it?"

"Don't worry about that, Peter," Phil chided as he passed them carrying a suitcase. "I was the recipient of a large sum from the lawsuit after my parents passed. I pulled it from that."

"That's how you could afford the planes," Peter realized.

"Yes. Half went towards that, and we put the other half away to use for our family," Deborah said. "Unfortunately, Chris was the only baby I carried to term." Scott grabbed his suitcase and the one he knew was Ava's.

"I think they said the six of us were in the lower levels," Scott said, trying his hardest to not blush when Ava looked at him.

"Six?"

"The five of us and Alex."

"Alright then." Deborah handed Ava the key and Ava took the wooden steps to the doors under the elevated deck to go inside. Scott followed after her and to the room she walked into. He set her bag on the bed and cleared his throat.

"I wanted to, uh, thank you for… earlier."

"You're hot, Summers. And judging by your dad's looks, that's not going away any time soon."

"Still, I… Yeah. Thanks. I hope I didn't hurt you…"

"You didn't," Ava said, amused.

"Ok. I'm happy to hear that. I'll just, um, be going."

"Summers."

"Yeah?"

"This is a shared bathroom. You should take the other room." Scott nodded, not wanting his voice to embarrass him, and walked through the bathroom to the empty room. He put his own suitcase down and rubbed his face. He let out a deep breath and opened his suitcase, pulling out a foil pack. He went back through the bathroom into Ava's room.

"Ava," he said, getting her attention. She turned and Scott kissed her, backing her up to her bed. "If you don't want this, tell me now."

"I want this." Scott lowered her down, his hand tangled in her hair. He pulled away long enough to pull off his clothes, giving her the chance as well. Scott had just slid on the condom when there was a knock at Ava's door.

"Yo, Tiger! We're lookin' for Cyke. Have you seen him?"

"Try the deck!" Ava said, pulling Scott to her.

"Tried that!" Sam called back.

"Try the river!" Scott said. "Now leave, Nova!" Instead the door opened and Scott pulled a blanket over the nude girl. "Dude!"

"Oh my God!"

"Out!" Ava crawled out from under Scott with the blanket firmly around her body and ran to the bathroom, barely grabbing her clothes on the way.

"Seriously? You and Tiger? Didn't you just break up with-?"

"I don't see how it's any of your business," Scott said, pulling his pants back on. "And thanks for wasting a perfectly good condom, jackass." Scott pushed past him and went through the hall to his room. "Whose suitcase is this?!"

"Mine," Nova said, swallowing. "Your, uh, your grandmother said they invited um, your aunt and her daughter? And that your school friends were coming with them, and they'd want to be down here, so she said two of us needed to double up. We were looking for you, but your grandpa had us draw straws. We got the short ones."

"Wouldn't it make more sense for my brother to sleep in here?"

"Since there are two friends coming, he was moved upstairs."

"And I have no say-?"

"You were missing. We tried."

"Just great."

"Well, if we'd known you were shacking up with Tiger-"

"We're not-!"

"Sure looked that way to me."

"Shut up, Sam." Sam just grinned.

"So? Was it good?"

"None of your business," Scott said, moving his suitcase to one side.

"Seriously?" Scott spun, glaring at his teammate.

"I will never disrespect someone by revealing any sort of intimate moment with them. So if that's your goal, then fuck off. I'll just sleep in the room with Jay-"

"Sorry," Sam said. "I won't ask again." Scott stared at him and then turned to unpack his phone charger. He moved the side table enough to plug it into the wall and then returned the table to its original position.

"SCOTT!" Scott stuck his head out of the room.

"WHAT?!" There was thundering down the steps and Scott took a step back from his irate grandfather. "I'm sorry."

"If you ever address your grandma like that again, I'll tan your hide," Phil threatened. "You understand, boy?"

"Yes sir. I'm sorry."

"Get your ass upstairs and apologize to her."

"Yes sir." Scott carefully went by Phil and then took the stairs to the upper dwelling of the massive cabin. Deborah was standing with her hands on her hips and her eyes raised.

"Scott Christopher Summers."

"I'm sorry, Grandma. I shouldn't have yelled like that at anyone, let alone you. It won't happen again."

"It had better not, young man, or guests or no, your nose will find its way to a corner."

"Yes ma'am."

"I have been looking everywhere for you for the past twenty minutes. Where have you been?"

"Bathroom. I'm sorry."

"Did Mr. Alexander find you?"

"Yes ma'am. He's already put his suitcase in the room."

"Good. Now for dinner, I was thinking of making a glazed ham with several sides. With the addition of Kate, Cindy, and your friends, I don't have enough. I need you to go with Grandpa into town and get me another ham and some more ingredients so I can make dinner stretch."

"Yes ma'am."

"Scotty, can you grab a bag of food for Copper, too?" Alex asked. "I could have sworn I packed it."

"Yeah. Anything else?"

"I'll have someone text you if I've forgotten something," Deborah said. "Now hurry, please. I need to get dinner going if we want to eat on time."

"Yes ma'am." Scott turned and saw Phil at the door with the keys in hand.

"Car," he ordered.

"Yes sir." Scott hurried outside and got in the front seat. Phil got in after him, and Nova got in the back. "What-?"

"I asked to go," Sam explained. "I thought I had some things packed, and it turns out I didn't." Scott sighed and rested his head on his fist that was propped up by the door. The car pulled out of the private driveway and was soon on the road.

"Damn it," Phil said, feeling his phone buzz. He hit answer and held it to his ear. "Hello? Yes, this is Philip Summers. No, I'm driving." Scott looked confused as Phil's fingers tensed on the steering wheel and then began the process of pulling off to the side of the road.

"Grandpa?"

"I'm no longer driving. What is this about?" Scott watched Phil's turn red and his eyes filled tears that refused to spill over. "I understand. I'm two hours away in Cooper Landing, but I'm on my way." Phil hung up and took a breath. He scrolled through and pressed something, and then held the phone to his ear again. "Chris, I've got Scott and Sam in the car with me. I need to go back home. Someone asked the cops to do a welfare check on Grandpa since they didn't see him getting his paper this morning. He was unresponsive."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"My great great grandfather," Scott said. Phil hung up and took a shaky breath.

"Alright. They're close by. I'm going to drop you two off at the store and they'll meet you there."

"Are you sure?" Scott said. "You shouldn't be alone-"

"I'm gonna get Grandma. I know you two could just go back home, but now we need a whole new dinner since she won't be cooking tonight."

"Yes sir. I'll take care of it."

"You cook?" Sam asked.

"I had to after my mom died. Dad didn't want to rely on my grandparents, but he couldn't cook without burning stuff for a while." Phil pulled into the store's parking lot and parked.

"You two can start shopping. Chris and Tony will be here soon." Scott nodded.

"Be careful going back to Grandma. And call Dad once you get back?"

"I will," Phil said. Scott and Sam got out of the car and Phil drove off.

"Alright," Sam said, rubbing his hands together. "Let's do this." Scott raised his eye and led Sam into the building.

"You act like you've never been in a store before."

"I haven't."

"You're, what, sixteen?"

"Yep."

"Then what the hell have you been doing these last sixteen years?"

"I wasn't here," Sam said, looking at items on the shelves or pulling them out of the cart when Scott put them in.

"Right. From Earth, not raised. I forgot."

"Yeah. I was taken to the Nova Corps- think space police. Graduated from their training and was sent off to find a place to protect. Was found by a group of travelers who were led by this guy from Earth. The Guardians of the Galaxy. Thought it was fitting."

"What's the leader doing in space?"

"He's next in line to the throne of a race of aliens. What is this?"

"Asparagus," Scott said. "It's a vegetable." Sam put it back into the cart and continued looking around. "So the guy from Earth. He was, what, your foster dad or something?"

"No, one of his crew was. Rocket."

"Oh. That's an interesting name."

"Yeah. Next time they're near Earth, I'll have them stop by."

"I wouldn't," Scott said.

"What, they're not good enough for you because they're not all from Earth?"

"No, because Tony had that experience with aliens when the Avengers first formed and I don't think it'd be a good idea to remind him that they exist."

"Right. I'd forgotten that story."

"Yeah." Scott put several packs of chicken breast in the cart. "It's just peanuts you can't have, right? Like, you're ok with strawberries?"

"No, they're safe." Scott nodded and put three angel food cakes in the basket as well as two giant containers of strawberries. "What's that for?"

"Dessert. Strawberry shortcake."

"Is it hard to make?"

"No. Just cutting strawberries and pouring sugar on them in a bowl and putting them in the fridge until the sugar pulls out the liquid- It sounds weird but it's good. It was one of my mom's favorites. Just thought my dad could use a happy reminder right now."

"Why?"

"We're in Alaska because it's been almost a year since she died. Next week will be a whole year… He and Tony went to her grave."

"I'm sorry." Scott shrugged and put a bag of charcoal in the basket. "What's that?"

"Charcoal."

"What's it for?"

"You put it on a grill and set it on fire to cook food. I'm going to see if Dad'll grill the chicken. If not tonight, then we'll get to it eventually."

"Sounds like a plan," Chris said as he walked up to the pair.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Major," Sam said.

"Thank you, Sam," Chris said with a sad nod. "Scott, Grandpa said he put you in charge of dinner. So grilled chicken and what?"

"I've got macaroni and cheese, asparagus, and scalloped potatoes for sides and strawberry shortcake for dessert."

"Ok. And everything else?"

"It's stuff to make the sides and the marinade for the chicken, and Grandma initially sent us for another ham and more stuff for the sides she'd planned for tonight. We might not be having it tonight, but we'll likely have it before we leave. Plus dog food for Copper and stuff Sam forgot."

"Alright," Chris said tiredly.

"Is there anything else we should get?"

"Not tonight."

"Where's Pop?"

"He flew to the cabin to be the adult there until Kate gets in."

"Are you alright?"

"I am," Chris said. "You heard him in February, son. He was tired and just wanted to rest. He had a long and full life. I think he held on long enough to make sure I was going to be ok. With Tony, he knew we'd be taken care of."

"But…?"

"I'm worried about Grandpa. Grandpa Daniel was essentially his father. I remember the stress and fear at just the thought of losing Grandpa when he had his first heart attack. I can't imagine how he's feeling right now." Chris took the basket and led the teens to the register. The items were rung up and bagged and Chris waited to pay as Scott and Sam put the bags into the cart.

"That'll be $303.28," the cashier said. Chris handed over his card and the man took it. "I need an ID, sir." Chris sighed and took his license out of his wallet and handed it over. "The names don't match."

"Oh my God," Chris said, exasperated. "My new credit card hasn't come in. I am Christopher Summers-Stark, and until just a few weeks ago, I was Christopher Summers. It's not that big-"

"When it's a purchase this big, I require the names to match."

"Call your manager."

"Sir-"

"Call your manager," Chris demanded again. "Because if this trip takes much longer, my husband will call me wondering where I am, and that's the last thing we need."

"I have a line of customers-"

"Then either swipe my card or call your manager." The cashier huffed and picked up his phone, calling for his manager.

"What is the holdup here, Ray?" a chiseled man asked as he came to the register.

"This man is attempting to use a credit card with an ID that doesn't match."

"Holy shit," Chris said, looking at the manager. "Gladwin Donahue." The manager gave Chris a look and then turned cherry red.

"Chris Summers," he said. He cleared his throat and looked at the cashier. "What's the problem?" The cashier handed the ID and credit card to Gladwin.

"The names don't match."

"You're joking, right? There's a hyphen, meaning a name added on. Clearly it's him. Swipe the card."

"But-"

"Do you not know who his husband is?" Gladwin whispered harshly.

"Why would I care about that? It's not like their pretend marriage means anything."

"Excuse me?" Chris said in an icy voice.

"Men can't marry men. It's a crime against nature." Scott took a step back and pulled out his phone, quickly calling Tony.

"Hey, Voldy. I was just about to call Dad. What's taking so long?"

"The cashier wouldn't run Dad's card and is now, uh questioning the validity of your marriage since you're both… You need to get down here or Dad might get arrested for murder or maybe attempted murder."

"I'll be there in two." Tony hung up and Scott winced at the look of intense hatred Chris was aiming towards the cashier.

"I've only ever seen him look at Cap like that," Scott quietly told Sam.

"That's terrifying," Sam said, his eyes wide.

"-run the card," they overheard Chris demanding again.

"Policy states-"

"Just run it!" someone else in line said.

"Ray, I am your manager and I'm giving you the OK to run it. Now do it before-"

"Before what?" Tony said, walking into the store. "Before I come and see why my husband hasn't returned with food for our children and guests?" Ray scoffed.

"Store policy says-" Tony slammed down his card.

"Then run mine. It's the same account, by the way, because just like sharing a bed, we share a bank account."

"I need to see some ID." Tony blinked.

"Do you not know who I am?"

"Nope, but I can tell you're an arrogant bastard-"

"It's not arrogance if I can back it up," Tony said cockily. "And I most certainly can back it up. Isn't that right, Bear?"

"It's one of your talents, that's for sure."

"Damn straight." He looked at Chris. "I didn't bring my license. I'm not used to going somewhere and being unknown. Even you knew who I was when we first met."

"Half of you," Chris corrected.

"Yes. Half." Tony turned back to the cashier and looked at him from head to waist. "Avengers fan, hm?"

"Yeah? What's it to you?"

"If I can get an Avenger here, will you run my card?"

"Oh, because you know the Avengers?" The people in line behind Chris groaned.

"He's got to be pulling your leg, Pop," Scott said. "Just have Friday access it." Tony pulled out his phone. He typed on it and then motioned for it to slide into the air.

"Anthony Edward Stark, Born May 29th, 1980, Address-"

"We don't need to broadcast that," Tony interrupted. "My name matches the one on the card. Run it or I'll be calling the owner of this store and you'll be fired before your next break."

"Fucking Karen," the cashier said.

"No, I'm not fucking Karen. But I am f-"

"There are kids in the line," Scott said. "Kids who know who you are." The cashier angrily shoved the receipt towards Tony along with his card.

"You're right, Scott," Tony said. He looked at the children in the line ranging from small toddlers to teenagers. "Anyone want to take a picture as an apology?" Several hands shot into the air.

"Go ahead," Chris said. "Boys, load the car while I make sure he doesn't get ambushed." Scott and Sam walked out as Tony's armor enveloped him.

"I guess that's pretty normal when you're with him, huh?"

"Unfortunately." Scott opened the trunk of the car and started loading the bags. He glanced up into the store and saw flashes from cameras still going off, and even the slacked jaw of the cashier. He was putting a bag in at the same time as Sam and the back of their hands touched. Scott felt a jolt go through him and he quietly gasped. He blinked several times and then continued to put the bags into the trunk until the cart was empty.

"I can take that in," Sam offered.

"I've got it," Scott said. "I need to remind Dad that we've got to get going." He pushed the cart back into the store, Sam following closely behind. Chris caught Scott's eye and nodded.

"Iron Man has to go," he announced. "He's a parent now and we've got to get dinner ready." The armor seemed to dissolve away and Tony waved.

"Can we go now?"

"We're coming," Chris told Scott. He grabbed Tony's hand and walked with him outside.

"Chris." Chris turned and saw Gladwin trailing after them.

"Gladwin."

"Gladwin?" Tony said. "As in-?"

"Yes," Chris said. "One in the same. Gladwin, this is my husband, Tony Stark. Tony, this is my friend from high school, Gladwin Donahue." Scott watched the two men seem to size each other up.

"Pop, I've got to get the chicken marinating soon if we want dinner."

"Just a second, son," Tony said. Scott snorted.

"What?" Sam asked.

"It's a pissing match and he's marking his territory with me. That guy must have been a… friend of my dad's."

"He just said-"

"A bed friend."

"Ah."

"Dad!"

"We're coming, Scott-"

"Scott?" Gladwin asked.

"Don't read into it," Chris said. "His mother named him. I only named my daughter."

"I didn't know that," Tony said.

"That was our deal. She'd name the boys and I'd name the girls."

"And you picked Annabeth?"

"I wanted an 'Annie' without her being named Anne, and that was the first one I liked. She named Scott after me, I wanted our daughter to be named after her."

"Hm. I can-"

"Oh my God. Sam, do you know how to drive?"

"I-"

"Kid-"

"Pop, you won. He's married to you. Now I'm going home, even if that means neither of you are driving. Sam?"

"Yeah. Just need directions-"

"We're coming," Tony said again. "Bear?"

"It was nice seeing you again, Win."

"You too. You and your husband should drop by my house one night while you're in town. My wife would love to meet an Avenger."

"We'll think about it," Tony said.

"My great grandfather actually just passed away this morning," Chris said. "We're waiting to hear what my parents need before any more plans are discussed."

"I'm sorry to hear about that." Tony pulled Chris to the car.

"My parents have the same number," Chris told Gladwin. "Give them a call and they'll get the message to me."

"I'll do that." Chris got in the car and Tony walked around to the driver's side. He slid into the seat and held his hand out for the keys.

"I have a feeling you're mad at me," Chris said, handing them over.

"Why would I be mad?" Tony said, starting the car. "My husband just agreed to go to his old fuck buddy's house-"

"Pop!"

"It was one time," Chris said. "We were friends our entire high school career-"

"But Pepper-"

"That was also in the very beginning of our relationship," Chris said, narrowing his eyes. "We're married, Tony, and I'm extremely monogamous. You have nothing to worry about. And you heard him- he's married, too. And as for Pepper, I've said it was fine for you to reach out to her, and that I only didn't want you meeting up with her in public without someone else with you because of the rumors the media would spread, not because I didn't trust you. Hell, once you find her, invite her to the house. I don't care."

"You didn't even run it by me. You just said-"

"I said that my grandfather died and we're not making plans! And if he calls my parents and I don't feel like going, then hey. We're grieving, and then we're only in town for a few days. The end."

"It still would have been nice for you to talk to me about this."

"Yeah? Like all the interviews? Like letting fucking Rogers back into the Tower?"

"That's different-"

"Yeah, because you actually did that shit. What I did was remain polite while giving us a way out if necessary. All you have to say is that you're uncomfortable with it and then it's done, Tony."

"I'm uncomfortable."

"Then I blow him off-" Tony's fist tightened on the wheel. "That was a poor choice of words and I'm sorry. No one knows where the cabin is but us. We don't have to have any more contact with him. Ok?" Tony gave Chris a tense nod. "T-" Tony parked by the cabin and turned.

"Can you two unload alone?"

"Yes sir," Scott said.

"Great." He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for Chris. He pulled him out and kissed him hard enough that Chris stumbled and hit the car.

"Shit, Tony-" Tony pulled Chris back to him and kissed him again.

"Do they remember they're not alone?" Sam asked.

"Doubtful," Scott said. "Peter, can you and Danny come help us out, please?" Peter opened the door at the lower level of the cabin and started walking to the car. He shook his head at the sight of Chris and Tony and went to the trunk. He grabbed most of the bags and headed back inside as Danny and Ava walked out. Scott blushed and looked away from the girl.

"I think we need to talk," she said, looking at Sam and Scott. "Especially if the three of us are going to be sharing a bathroom."

"I need to start dinner," Scott said. He watched Peter take the food into the lower level. "But I can do that in our kitchen. You can lock the door to keep the kids out and we'll talk."

"Your dads-?"

"They're in their own world." Ava nodded and grabbed the final bag from the trunk. Scott led the teens to their floor and sat the bags on the counters.

"Do you need help?" Peter asked.

"I've got it. Can you and Danny keep an eye on the kids while Dad and Pop-?"

"Yeah." Danny and Peter hurried up the steps and closed the door behind them.

"You have the floor," Scott said as he started unpacking the bags.