Stuckony [MPREG]

Moving on (time skip)

[The twins are now 6]

"Steve, c'mon. Hurry up!" Bucky said, pacing around their bedroom. Steve was in the bathroom, drying off from his after-workout shower and Bucky was knocking on the door every thirty seconds, every time he passed it. Steve would knock back when Bucky knocked because he knew it drove him crazy.

"I'm almost done, Buck. Just use the bathroom downstairs or whatever. We literally have 6 bathrooms on this floor alone," Steve replied, combing his damp hair. "Well, you said that 20 minutes ago and if you're in there for another 10, I swear, I'm going to break down the door and beat you with it." Steve clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk, Bucky. I don't think the twins would like it if their Mom got beat up," Steve smirked.

"Well, I'll make it look like it was a damn accident, Rogers," Bucky said, jiggling the doorknob. "That's Stark-Rogers-Barnes to you," Steve said, opening the door and planting a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Bucky just rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom. "Screw you, Steve," he said through the closed door.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you!" Steve called back, pulling a light grey long sleeve shirt on over his half-naked body. He put a tightly fitted t-shirt on over the long sleeve shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.

Bucky opened the door and stuck his head out. "You know what, I would like that very much. You know me so well, Spangles," he said with a wink. Steve slipped on a pair of boxers then some shorts and threw his wet towel at Bucky.

[+++]

"Daddy!" Harley cried happily as his Bucky walked down the glass staircase. He got up from the table, his plate spilling on the floor, scrambled egg bits and crumbs of toast scattering everywhere. He looked over his shoulder but continued to run at his dad. Bucky scooped up Harley into his arms and tickled his stomach. "No- no- d- da- daddy, stop!" Harley said, laughing his head off. "Where's your brother?" Bucky said, putting his son down and helping him clean up the mess. "I think he's upstairs playing with his LEGOS or he's in the basement with Papa, working on a new Iron Man suit."

"Oh, I see," Bucky said, raking his hand through his hair. He stood up and walked downstairs to the lab. "Damn it, Tones. You were in here all night, weren't you?" he said, frustrated. Tony looked exhausted and so did PJ. "Hi hon," Tony said through a huge yawn. "Yeah, I was. Pete's only been with me since 4 AM and it's only" he glanced at his watch, "8 AM." Bucky sighed and carried his son upstairs, watching him fall asleep on the way up. He brought him to the twins' bedroom and put him in his bed to rest.

The rest of the day was very peaceful. Tony and PJ fell asleep and woke up around 1 PM to Steve making sandwiches for everyone. He made 2 PB&Js for the twins, ham and swiss on rye for Bucky, turkey, lettuce, and tomato for Steve, 2 BLTs for Wade and Peter, and salami for the rest of the team.

They sat in silence, munching on their food until Peter sneezed, accidentally launching his webbing at Steve. Steve looked up at Peter who held his hands up in defense. "Sorry Steve, it was a mistake," he said and went back to eating his BLT. "So are you, Pete," Wade smirked at him, running his hands through his blond hair.

Peter attempted to punch his boyfriend but Wade's reflexes were too quick and he caught his fist mid-punch. "Gotta be quicker than that, Parker," he grinned. He got up to clean his plate but found webbing getting shot at his backside.

"Do it again, I dare you to," he playfully challenged. Peter knew that meant trouble. He waited for Wade to put his dish on the counter then took another shot at him again, just brushing his leg. "That's it, Spider-Boy. You're dead meat," he said tackling Peter to the floor and tickling him. He pinned him to the ground.

Peter tried to fight back but was laughing too hard and couldn't. "That's what I thought, Spider," Wade said, continuing to tickle him. "Okay, okay. Fine. You win," Peter said, squirming out of his boyfriends' killer grip. He sat up and leaned in to kiss Wade's neck.

Just then, PJ came in, wearing a hoodie and shorts and ran into Peter's arms, curling up in his lap. "Hi baby," Peter said, picking him up and carrying him over to the couch. He sat down and let his cousin crawl into him, letting him play with his super reflexes and squeezing Peter's pressure point that made him launch his webbing.

"Peter!" he said, smiling at his older cousin. "Hi Harles," Peter said, his arms outstretched to hug his cousin. Harley ran into his arms, his twin getting smushed next to him.

Peter started tickling them, watching them roll over him, spilling onto the floor with laughter. He smiled at them, PJ's big brown eyes and Harley's icy blue eyes looking back at him. Wade came over and joined Peter on the couch, his arm around the back of the couch, one of his legs over the other.

"Hey you two, we have some exciting news," Wade smiled at them. The boys sat up, giving their uncle's boyfriend their attention. "What, Wade?" PJ asked excitedly. "We- er, Peter is pregnant!" he said, rubbing his boyfriend's shoulder. The room buzzed with excitement from the twins and their dads. 

"When did you know"  

"When's the baby coming?"

"How many weeks have you known?"

Peter and Wade looked at each other, smiled, then looked at the tri couple. "We've known for about a month so that means I'm going into labor in 8 weeks," Peter said, leaning back. "That means we're gonna get more cousins?" PJ asked, turning towards his dads. "Yeah, that's right, Petey," Steve replied, grinning at his son. His eyes grew wide with excitement. 

[+++]

"I think someone's getting tired," Tony said, grinning at his eldest son. "No I'm not, Dad," PJ said through a huge yawn. They were sitting around the dining room table, eating dinner. Harley was resting his head on his upright arm, his eyes slowly closing. 

The three of them carried their sons upstairs to their bedroom, tucking them into bed. "Good night, Dad, night, Papa, night, Mama," they said as Steve turned the lights off and closed the door. "Good night, Harles, night, PJ," they replied, heading toward their own bedroom.

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