Tony groaned and buried his face deeper into his pillow. It was too early for Peter to be up singing the entirety of the Lion King soundtrack, while making pancakes. As Tony's brain slowly processed that bizarre thought, he realized that Peter was not in fact the one making the pancakes he smelled or they were going to have a serious problem.
Bolting upright, and down the hall way, Tony prayed to god he wasn't imagining the voice that was accompanying his sons in a new rendition of 'I Can't Wait To Be King.' As he came around the corner is thoughts and hopes were solidified. Bruce and Peter were belting out the upbeat lyrics along with Nala and Simba, Peter was sitting atop the counter next to the stove,as was Bruce flipping pancakes and pretending not to notice his son stealing chocolate chips from the batter.
It was a sight Tony had thought he's never see again, his two favorite boys in the whole world, singing and cooking together like they use to every morning. It hurt to know that he was the reason that Peter had missed out on this time with Bruce for the past few months, but if he was honest about how selfish he is, he would also admit to it hurting more that he never got to enjoy their time together. Watching them interact was something Tony use to cherish. The way his husband would smile at their son like he was the most precious thing in the world, and the way Peter would hang off every word Bruce would say, as if he was describing how he had made the universe.
"Daddy!" Peter squealed, hoping off the counter and over into his father's arms. "Dad's home, and he's making chocolate chip pancakes!" The music dying down into background noise at Jarvis' courteous influence.
"I see that." Tony grinned, lifting Peter up into his arms and carrying him back over to the stove. He leaned over the pan Bruce was working at, exaggeratedly smelling the contents. "Mmmm."
"Hey." Bruce greeted distractedly, leaning in to kiss Tony on the lips, as he always use to but, the moment he pulled away he froze, his face inches from Tony's, both men staring into the others bewildered eyes. Bruce cleared his throat and continued to flip the pancake that he had poured into the pan prior. Tony quickly pulled himself together as well, turning to sit Peter down back on the counter, and then walk over to the coffee pot to start his usual morning batch. Both men seeming silent and ignoring the other by contently staring at their appliances of choose, until the sound of a giggle from their son caught their attention.
"What are you laughing at?" Bruce asked, amused, dotting Peter's nose with batter from the mixer spoon.
"I didn't laugh, daddy." Peter tried to lie but, his gapped smile gave him away completely.
"I think you did laugh." Tony challenged walking over to stand in front of his son, next to his husband. "He did laugh, didn't he, Bruce?"
"I think he did. I'm pretty sure I heard a giggle from a little boy."
"No!" Peter yelled in delight. "I didn't laugh!"
"Come on, Petey." Tony leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of his son's legs. "Tell me. What were you laughing at?"
Peter leaned forward as well, setting his forehead against his fathers. "You and daddy."
"What about me and dad?" Bruce asked, still amused.
"You guys kissed." Peter said as smugly as a four year old could be. Tony looked over to Bruce, who had his head ducked and small smile on his lips.
"Oh yeah," Tony turned his eyes back onto his son. "well, would you be laughing so much if I kissed you?" Peter's eyes went wide and he squealed as Tony attacked him with kisses to the face. Little feet and hands flailed, kicked, hit, pushed, and shoved, as Peter tried to break free.
"Okay, okay." Bruce commanded, laughter in his voice, when the kissing turned into tickling and the thrashing caused the bag of chocolate chips to be spilled everywhere. Tony set Peter down on his feet, both panting and red faced, but smiles a mile wide. "Peter, go wash your hands, while daddy sweeps up the spilled chocolate chips."
"Ha, ha." Peter mocked laughed and pointed a finger at his dad's face.
"Think that's funny?" Tony pretend growled at his son, chasing after the boy when he took off laughing to his room. It was only a few seconds after he left; Bruce and Tony began to hear him singing "Daddy and daddy sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
"He's your son." Tony laughed as he went to retrieve the broom.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one who taught him that song."
Tony laughed. "I did. Oops."
"Don't say oops." Bruce shook his head, laughing as he stacked three plates full of pancakes. "You're not at all sorry about anything."
"Yes, actually I am." Tony replied seriously. In fact, so seriously it caused Bruce to look up from his work and look him in the eye for the first time that morning. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but being able to raise Peter with you, is not one of them."