☁️Marvel Parent Preferences☁️

☁️Cuddles☁️

Tony Stark:

Tony watched his child in awe as (he/she) simply just watched a movie. He turned on the Lion King for you, it made his little genius intrigued.
He looked at his phone; 12:35
It was almost nap-time for Y/N.
Tony walked closer to his baby and picked them up with ease, Y/N whined and tried to wiggle out of his strong arms.

"None of that, Y/N. It's nap time for you, kiddo."
He picked up a pacifier from the couch and popped it in the babies mouth, there was a small pout on (his/her) face. There was one thing for sure, you definitely had your dad's stubbornness.

He walked Y/N in (his/her) nursery, getting closer and closer to Y/N's crib. Before he could even let Y/N out of his arms (she/he) started to cry. (His/Her) tiny fists struggling to hold on to Tony's T-Shirt.

"Sssh, sssh.. you're okay, baby. No need for the water works." Y/N quickly calmed down when (she/he) felt the gentle brush of (his/her) father's thumb wipe the tears away.
"See? You're okay," he cooed, kissing the babies forehead, "Now no more fussing, it's time for your nap-"
Before Tony could even get Y/N out of his arms (she/he) began crying again. Wailing loudly from the lack of touch. Tony quickly pulled his baby back into his arms and began to bounce (her/him).
Just like last time, you quickly calmed down.
Tony couldn't help but laugh in realization, (she/he) was tired. But all (she/he) wanted was some cuddles!

"Aww, poor kid. You just want some loving, huh?"
He chuckled, looking down at his content little one.
(His/Her) eyes were slowly coming to a close.
The soothing sound of his heart beat was all you needed to be happy. And of course, Y/N fell asleep in Tony's arms and got the well deserved cuddles (she/he) wanted.

Steve Rogers

"Alright my little soldier,"
Steve sat you down on the floor and moved back a couple of inches. "We're gonna try crawling to papa, okay? You think you could do that?"
Y/N simply blew a raspberry and giggle to (herself/himself.) Paying no attention to (his/her) father once so ever.
He sighed, you had just turned two a couple months ago and everybody keeps nagging him on how you should be crawling by now. He's never been concerned by your lack of crawling though, why would he? He didn't mind holding his baby everywhere.
But all it took was a month's worth of remarks from his friends and coworkers to convince him to start trying to get you to crawl.

Steve got on all fours and began crawling himself, "See? Like this." He crawled to Y/N and sat next to the laughing baby. Steve gently picked Y/N up and placed (her/him) in front of his lap.
"Cmon Y/N, I know you can do it." He readjusted you so that you were on all fours, he went to move your little hand but you whined from frustration.
You didn't want to do this! You liked it when your dad was doing the crawling..

Steve frowned and picked you up into his lap again. Before he could talk to Y/N, he noticed that (he/she) shuffled so that (he/she) was leaning into his stomach, his frown instantly turned into a smile.
He picked Y/N up from (her/his) armpits and held (him/her) close to his chest,
"Hey, there's always tomorrow, right?"

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha has been on a mission for 2 weeks. She was terrified of leaving her baby behind for the first time, but Clint had conceived her that Y/N was in good hands!
Yikes.
As of right now, Clint was feeding Y/N some mushed up bananas with a bottle of watered down juice. Y/N was enjoying it for the first 3 scoops but it didn't take long for (him/her) to get tired of it.
"Just one more scoop, Y/N."
Clint tried to bargain, there was some remnants of the mushed banana on his shirt. All Y/N did was whine in response, on multiple occasions (she/he) was close to pushing the bowl off of the high chair tray.
"Alright, that's enough for now."
Clint put the bowl to the side, taking the tray off of the high chair, then talking you out of the chair to hold (him/her) in his arms.