A Superfamily fic.
Ages: Peter - 6, Penny - 5, but not in this story.
Warnings: mild language, like once, and guy/guy kissing.
"Peter, eat your vegetables," Steve reminds the six year-old.
"But Pop, they're gross." Peter wrinkles his nose.
"I know what you mean, b OW!" Tony's cut off by Steve's boot swinging into his shin. "But Papa cooked 'em just for you," he amends, clenching his teeth.
"Can I go play outside?"
"Not until you finish your dinner." Steve's face is stern as he takes a swig of water.
"Master Peter, local weather reports suggest a thunderstorm is on its way," JARVIS cuts in. "I'm afraid it is not suitable playing weather." They all peer out the window, noticing the dark clouds overhead. Peter slumps in his chair, dropping his fork onto the plate with a loud clank.
three more bites?" Tony bargains.
"Five," Steve argues. "And you didn't finish yours, either." Tony and Peter look to the inventor's plate, where, sure enough, a small pile of vegetables sits untouched. Across the table, Steve's plate is completely clean. Always the mature one, he sticks his tongue out at his husband, earning a giggle from Peter.
Steve shakes his head, a smile on his lips. "What am I gonna do with you two?" he asks, reaching over to ruffle Peter's hair. Peter grins a wide toothy smile, and points out the window.
"Lightning!" he yells.
"Rain," Steve comments.
"Thunder," Tony adds after a large crack.
Then the lights go out, leaving family in the dark.
"Well, shit" is all Tony can manage to say, itching to fill the silence.
"Tony!" Steve scolds. "Watch your mouth!"
"Sorry." Two small hands land on Tony's thigh, making him jump. "Jesus!" Even in the dark he can make out Steve's disapproving frown. "Peter, please tell me that's you."
"Daddy, where'd the lights go?"
"The storm must've knocked them out. Don't worry; they'll be back soon," Tony reassures the boy.
"Papa, does this mean I still have to eat my vegetables?" Tony feels his son's fingers cross on his leg and chuckles.
Steve laughs, face lit up by a bolt of lightning. "I guess you and your dad are off the hook for tonight." Peter jumps and high-fives Tony, making both men laugh again. "Where are the flashlights, hon?"
"Third drawer by the stove, I think," Tony replies. Steve makes his way over and rummages through the drawer, making a triumphant noise as he locates one. Click. Click click. Click. "There's no light," he says in his special "smart ass" voice.
"I noticed," Steve says gruffly. Peter climbs into his daddy's lap and rests his head on his chest, cheek pressed to the ARC reactor.
"Wait!" the boy cries triumphantly. He pushes Tony's t-shirt up, revealing the tank top underneath with the blue light shining through the material. "Daddy can be the flashlight!"
"Great idea, Pete!" Steve praises. Tony slips off the shirt, noticing Steve's eyes trace the muscles along his arms in the dim light. He smirks, making Steve blush. "I'll just, uh, put these dishes up, and we'll camp out in the living room tonight. How's that sound?"
"Cool!" Peter jumps up and carries his plate to the sink, Tony following. "I'm gonna get my pillow!" He trots off down the hall, feeling his way in the darkness. Tony takes the opportunity to sneak up behind his husband and kiss his neck softly, making Steve shiver. He leaves a trail of kisses from his collarbone up to his ear, playfully tugging at his earlobe with his teeth. Steve leans back into Tony, his hands covering the ones wrapped around his waist. Then Tony zones into the spot that makes Steve crazy and begins sucking at the skin.
" Steve moans. "Not now
"Why not?" he whispers back, turning he super soldier's head to reach his lips.
"Peter will be back any second," Steve sighs into Tony's mouth.
"Right, and JARVIS'll let us know."
Steve turns around fully, pulling the other man closer to him without unlocking their lips. "Tony, the power's out."
"Right, I knew that." The kiss deepens, however, Tony's hand finding the waistband of Steve's jeans.
"I found my pillow!" Peter says triumphantly, returning to the kitchen. Steve and Tony pull apart hastily, wiping away the strand of saliva still connecting the two.
"Great, kiddo. Let's go get some blankets from the hall closet." Steve hurries towards the hall, Tony waiting for him to realize what was missing. "Uh, Tony, could you
lead the way?" he asks sheepishly.
Tony smirks. "Sure thing, Cap." He slips his hand around Steve's, entwining their fingers. The soft thumps of Peter's little feet follow the superhusbands, and they grab a large assortment of blankets and pillows. Guided by Tony, they create a cozy nest on the floor of the living room.
"Clint would be proud," Tony remarks as he examines their handiwork. Steve laughs and Tony grins widely at him before grabbing Peter and collapsing onto the floor. Peter giggles as his dads begin tickling him mercilessly, the giggles becoming infectious laughter.
"Oh, looks like it's time for bed," Tony says when the little boy begins to yawn. Steve tucks him into the large warm nest and lies down next to his son, Tony on the other side.
"Goodnight Peter," Tony whispers.
"We love you," Steve adds, kissing the boy's forehead. Then he looks at Tony. "Goodnight, Tony."
"I love you," he answers, a rare thing for the billionaire to say.
Steve just smiles. "I know."