#shielddad

Steve was sitting on the couch when he heard a loud scream.

Instantly on alert, he jumps up and runs for whatever’s happening, turning the corner to find Peter looking down at Tony, the 40 year old face-down on the carpet.

“Uh… Tony?”

Steve looks up to see Harley and the others.

There is a loud thunk as Tony jumps to his feet.

“Harley Tyson Keener…” Tony growls, “You have some explaining to do!”

Harley lets out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Uh… What?”

Tony leans back a little, fingers twitching, before turning to Peter, putting his hands on his knees with a soft smile.

“Petey-pie, what did you just say about Harley?”

Peter’s face lights up.

“I love Harley and I’m gunna marry him in future!” the four-year-old booms, giving a very angelic smile, filled to the brim with joy.

It feels like a complete punch to the gut, Peter even having an outline of what those words mean...

Steve’s fists tighten.

“Heh heh, uhhh…” Harley backs away a bit, smile frozen, “I’m just… Gunna…”

“Keeeeenerrr!” Tony hisses, as Harley makes a break for it, Tony hot on his heels.

Steve watches them go, before turning back to everyone else, who are watching the current events with varying forms of entertainment, Clint practically jumping up and down on his feet in excitement.

“Nat, Sam, Bruce: you’re on Tony duty. The rest of you lot, scram,” Steve says, taking a slow breath, before turning to Peter, crouching down to reduce how intimidating he could look.

“Hey, do you want to come and help me cook some pop-tarts?” he asks, offering a hand.

Completely forgetting what had just occurred between his Dad and brother-figure, Peter runs over to Steve, grabbing his hand with an eager grin.

Thank you baby!! 😘😘😘

(Why are you whispering?)

“Should we get a puppy?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because I just got Peter to sleep and I really don’t want to wake him up when we’re just starting to get through the night.”

Tony grins and rolls on top of Steve, “Babe, I promise, if he wakes up I’ll take care of it. He’s had a bottle, you rocked him and he’s out, can we please have sex now?”

Steve grins and runs his fingers through Tony’s hair, “What about a puppy? Peter would love it!”

Tony smirks and leans down to kiss his husband, “Babe, he’s three months old, he loves sleeping and eating and pooping. Maybe when he’s a little older,” he suggests, nipping at Steve’s jaw.

“Mmmm, but if he grew up with a puppy, they could be like brothers!”

Tony groans softly and drops his head to Steve’s shoulder, “Sex isn’t happening tonight is it?” he asks dejectedly, smiling into Steve’s skin when the other man laughs and pets his hair.

“Maybe...but what if we wake Peter?”

Tony pulls back and grins lasciviously down at Steve, “I will let you adopt all the dogs in New York if you can keep quiet while I ride you,” he promises, smirking when Steve’s eyes darken with interest.

“All the dogs?” he asks skeptically, hands traveling to grope Tony’s ass.

Tony grins and kisses him lewdly, “As many as you want baby.”

“Okay.”

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Two days later Tony watches as two puppies and a cat sleep on his bed while Steve pats a sleeping Peter’s back, singing softly to him and thinks that maybe he should have been less generous in his bribe for sex.

He cuddles up next to his husband and son anyway, grinning when the puppies curl into his lap and the cat drapes itself over their tangled feet.