Welcome To New York (Steve Rogers AU) 18+

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I come back with Morgan from a walk and find a rather bemused teenage boy in the kitchen. We both blink at one another a little startled for a moment before I speak. "Erm...hi?" 

"Hi..." he says with uncertainty.

I roll my eyes and yell "TOOOOOOONYYYYYYYYYYY!" As loud as I can before he comes out of his office and notes me as well as the unnamed random youth in the kitchen. 

"Ah, you've met the kid. Kid, this Morgan's nanny - Lucie. Lucie this is Peter". 

I look at Tony. "And who is Peter? And please don't say he's your kid from some random woman who you slept with like fifteen years ago". 

"What? No!" Tony looks outraged. "He's staying with us currently. Foster kid - aunt recently died..." He trails off feeling a little bad talking about him in front of him. "Happy knew her, asked if we could take him". 

Of course Tony would take in an orphan, especially if Happy asked. I feel sorry for the kid, he clearly has no parents either, and at such a young age? It's not fair. 

"Ah...sorry". I apologise to Peter with a weak smile.  

"It's ok, Mr Stark has been nice enough to me". He shrugs it off. 

"Give it a week kid". Tony adds, "Anyway, you got those sodas?" He asks Peter who holds up the two cans. "I'm teaching the kid some science". 

I roll my eyes. "Please don't blow the house up, also I need to speak to you later on". I tell Tony before he disappears again. He simply waves this off as some kind of acknowledgement as he and Peter disappear into his office. 

Morgan already is rooting through the freezer to look for an ice pop, finding one before realising that I'm watching. "Please?" She asks sweetly. 

"Go on". I let her have it just this once. "Don't tell your mom ok?" 

She nods and unwraps the ice pop, sitting up at the counter to eat it while I start to prepare her lunch. 

**

"So, you wanted to talk to me?" Tony asks as he finds me in my room later that evening. It's a rare night he's not actually out, and part of me wonders whether it's because he wants to get Peter settled in. 

"Yeah..." I say and then hand him a letter. "This is my notice..." 

Tony's eyes go from the letter to me. "Tell me you're not being serious right now". 

I nod. "Steve's asked me to marry him..." 

"And you said yes? Why?" Tony smirks.

"Because I love him, and there's also the teeny tiny fact that I'm pregnant..." I grimace as he takes in the news. "it's erm...there's three of them..." 

Tony blinks. "Trust Rogers to impregnate you with triplets". Now he sees my face and then smiles. "Come on, bring it in", now holding out his arms so I can hug him. "Well...I guess a raise is outta the question". 

I laugh at this. "Yeah, I think this time it is, I'll still come and see Morgan though - and I won't leave until you have another nanny lined up". 

He shrugs it off. "It's fine, Pepper's been wanting to take some time from work anyway. So when's the big day? I'd better be invited by the way". 

"Of course you are! We haven't decided yet. We're still trying to get our heads around the fact there's three babies coming our way". 

"That wasn't the only thing that came your way". Tony rolls his eyes. "Well, anything you need, obviously Pepper and me are here - I charge by the hour for babysitting..." 

I smirk at this. "I'll keep that in mind, but anyway I'll still be around for a while if you want me to..." 

Tony shakes his head. "You've gotta look out for number one now, Rogers better be too". 

"He is". I tell him quickly, not wanting to think that Steve is going to be an absent father like his own has been. "He's not like his own dad, he really will be there". 

"I hope so". Tony says, "Have you told his dad yet?" 

I nod at this. "Yeah...he was surprised but he's accepted it at the same time. All we can ask for really". I don't mention Joe's diagnosis, it's not my place to tell. 

"So you think you've made peace with future daddy in law?" 

"I think if anything? He's made peace with it himself".  He's had to for the sake of not leaving on bad terms with his kids. 

Tony smiles. "Good...right, so I guess I'll go break the news to Pep - prepare yourself, she'll be dragging you out baby shopping in no time - even dress shopping for the wedding, whatever way around you guys are gonna do things". 

"I'll prepare myself". I grin as he walks out. 

I'm not prepared though. I don't think I'll ever be for this. But I'm just thankful that I actually have Steve with me. I can't ask and won't ask for anything more than we already have got.