Watching Steve and Bucky ride the downward spiral that was having a newborn at home was an endless source of hilarity for the rest of them. It's only been a week and he's already gotten several exhausted sounding calls from Steve.
"So how's my favorite 40s family today?" Tony made sure to sound extra cheery on the phone. If only to patronize his suffering best friend.
"Sylvia's not sleeping and I've been crying a lot."
Steve hung up after Tony's cackling passed the one-minute mark.
Though he still technically lived at the penthouse with Ty, Tony found himself at the Tower more and more often these days. They were all watching a football game in the main TV room for a good couple of hours before Sylvia decided that her fathers were having far too much fun and started to get fussy. That was two hours ago. Tony sat lazily on the couch with a beer as Steve and Bucky took turns trying to get their daughter to sleep. The non-stop crying baby would have annoyed anyone else right out the door but Tony much preferred this to the alternative. Bucky had dark circles under his eyes and Steve had a the pleasing beginnings of a five-o-clock shadow due to lack of time for shaving. Apparently there was only so much years of military training, KGB enhancements and a Super Soldier Serum could do.
Steve all but collapsed onto the couch next to Tony, still bouncing Sylvia in his arms.
"Tony, I really hate to ask but we've been at this for hours. Would you mind holding her for a minute?"
Oh God, no one told him he was going to have to hold her. Couldn't he just throw some money at the problem? Or build a baby rocking robot? Hey there's an idea...dammit Stark, Steve's still looking at you! Take the freaking baby!
"Um yeah, sure." He held his arms out awkwardly.
Steve placed her in his arms and her weight (or lack thereof) took him by surprise. She squirmed a little and Steve took Tony's hand- calloused and scarred from years of inventing and building- and guided it to support her head. He could start to see the resemblance now, her silken hair was this caramel brown that he'd never quite seen on anyone else, her facial features were all Bucky but her eyes, those were one thousand percent Steve's. She kicked her feet and let out a little huff before quietly staring up at him.
"Okay, yeah. You're moving in with us." Bucky said with a look of shock on his face.
"She likes you a lot." Steve said, barely more than a whisper.
Tony let his eyes wander back to Steve, who had moved just a bit closer to him. His blue eyes were oceans deep, his broad shoulders rising and falling slowly, the angles of his jaw and the curve of his soft lips- Tony never wanted to look away.