Superfamily Oneshots

Snow Day

Peter yawned as he got out of bed. The 5-year-old rubbed his eyes before looking sleepily around his room. His eyes widened and he raced to the window. Huge white snowflakes were drifting past the glass, settling on the already massive pile on the roof. 

"Snow day!" he shouted gleefully, running into the kitchen where his dad, Steve Rogers, was making pancakes. "Papa papa it's snowing!" He yelled, running around the kitchen. Steve smiled before shooing him over to the counter. 

"I noticed buddy," he teased. Peter hopped up on a stool and waited with bated breath as Steve flipped the final pancakes onto a plate and brought them over.

"Ok kiddo, time to eat some breakfast." The toddler drowned his plate with syrup and piled fruit on top, creating a sugar crash waiting to happen.  As Peter was wolfing them down, Tony walked in, yawning and rubbing his eyes. 

"Good morning Tony," Steve said as his husband shuffled over to the coffee pot. "I made coffee for you." Tony poured himself a cup and took a sip. He smiled. 

"See, this is why we are married," Tony said, giving Steve a peck on the cheek. "You make good food and give me coffee." Steve smiled back and was about to go make more pancakes when he felt two small arms around his legs. He looked down to see Peter clutching his knees with a hopeful expression and not a small amount of syrup on his face. 

"Can we go outside and build a snowman?" Peter looked at his dad with puppy dog eyes that he knew his father couldn't resist. "Plllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeee?" Steve smiled down at him.

"Did you eat your pancakes?" he asked teasingly. Peter nodded franticly, pointing at a plate that was empty save one half of a pancake and a lake of syrup. Steve mock frowned. "And did your father help you eat those pancakes?" he said, looking at Tony who had half a pancake shoved in his mouth. Peter looked over at Tony and said

"He did that all by himself! I never asked him to eat them!" Peter looked at Tony, giggling. "He stole that one!" Tony grinned with the pancake still in his mouth.

"Guilty as charged," he said, words slightly muffled. Steve smiled at both of them. 

"Ok Peter, you can go outside, but you have to get suited up first," Peter shouted with joy and ran to his room to get his coat. Steve walked up to Tony as he was finishing the stolen pancake. "Do you wanna go out with him?" Tony snorted.

"Out in the freezing snow with a small child attempting to build something that vaguely resembles a human? Hell no." He smiled. "But, it's Peter, so yeah, I'll go out with him." Steve laughed quietly.

"Well then." he smiled. "Duty calls."

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Peter ran out the door of the Avengers compound bundled head to toe in winter gear. He shouted in glee as he twirled around on the snow, trying to catch the large flakes in his mouth. Steve and Tony followed more slowly since they were not light enough to stay on top of the snow like Peter. Peter ran up to Tony and tugged on his arm.

"Come on daddy!" he whined, pointing at a large drift of snow. "Let's make a fort!" Tony smiled at the little kid.

"I thought you wanted to make a snowman, underoos?" Peter toddled towards the drift. 

"I do, but we have to make him a house first!" Steve smiled as Tony grimaced. He nudged Tony.

"Hey come on, you know you love him."

"I do love him, but I'm freezing my ass off here Steve," Tony grumbled as he trudged towards the drift where Peter was already digging, great handfuls of snow flying out of a quickly growing hole. Steve sighed, shaking his head in amusement before joining them.

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Peter ran inside, followed more slowly by Tony. Steve was already inside making grilled cheese sandwiches and hot chocolate. Peter was smiling so broadly it looked like his face would break. Tony looked unhappy, but Steve could tell he was happy to spend time with his son. Peter scarfed down his sandwich and looked at Tony, who was eating at a more reasonable pace. 

"Can we go back out daddy?" Peter asked. Tony looked at the young boy with melting snowflakes in his curly brown hair. He looked at the shining, eager blue eyes that told Tony everything Peter didn't say. He looked out the window where the snow had settled down and the sun was shining on the lopsided iron snowman that they had built and the fort carved out from a snowdrift. He looked back down at Peter and smiled.

"How else could you and I beat Papa in a snowball fight?"

The End

A/n   So this one is also kind of short, but I will be taking requests if anyone wants to see some specific superfamily oneshots. Also, I am kind of lacking inspiration, so anything helps! As always, please ignore any spelling/grammar errors and comment and vote. Thank you!

Edit  Ok, second chapter done. this one was significantly less cringey but the time skips *shudders*