Superfamily Oneshots

Stuck to You

Steve held his baby in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth.

"Who's a cute baby?" he cooed, gently touching Peter on the nose, "its.... you! Yeah, it's you!" Peter squealed and grabbed Steve's finger. He chuckled, continuing to sway as Tony came up behind him with what seemed like enough supplies to feed an army.

"Ok," he huffed, "I've got diapers, baby food, toys, bottles, some wipes, a burp cloth, a change of clothes in case he throws up....." Tony trailed off, seeing the look of disbelief on Steve's face. "What?"

"I don't think we need all that," he said hesitantly, shifting Peter to rest on his hip, "we're just going for a walk in the park." The brunette huffed.

"Well fine then, but when he spits up all over you don't come complaining to me," he grumbled. Steve sighed and shook his head, putting Peter in the stroller and strapping him in. The baby gurgled and reached his hands out, waving them erratically. Steve smiled softly at him. 

"Ok," he said, turning away from Peter, "I'll take the stuff we don't need back inside. Can you wait for me?" Tony nodded, grudgingly handing over his mountain of baby supplies. Steve strolled inside. Tony turned towards Peter, who looked confused when Tony peeked his head over to look at him. He squirmed, making a grabbing motion with his hands. 

"Oh, do you want up?" Peter squirmed more, his grabbing motions getting more aggressive. Tony laughed. "Ok, ok, I got you." He unbuckled Peter and picked him up, resting him on his hip as Steve had done. Peter looked around and started wriggling in his arms, making distressed noises. 

"Woah, hey, what's up buddy?" Tony asked, frowning. "Do you want your bottle or something?" Steve came back holding a bag, and Peter immediately settled down, starting to make the grabbing motions again but this time in Steve's direction. Tony laughed, realizing.

"Oh, you just want your papa," he said, "don't worry buddy, I do too. He'll be back soon." Just then, Steve walked up, taking Peter from his arms.

"What'd I miss?" he asked nonchalantly, bouncing Peter on his hip. 

"Peter likes a lot you apparently," Tony said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Steve raised an eyebrow. 

"Is that so?" he said slowly. "If that's the case then maybe Papa will end up being his first word." Tony scoffed.

"Not a chance. 'Daddy' is much easier to remember than 'Papa'," Steve smirked

"Well you would know, wouldn't you?" Tony blushed furiously. They set off on their walk, Tony pushing the empty stroller while bickering fondly with his husband. 

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When they arrived back at the house, the sun was setting in streaks of purple and gold. Steve sighed and handed Peter to Tony, stretching.

"Alright, I'm gonna go take a shower," he said, pecking tony on the cheek. Peter screeched and waved his hand furiously, almost falling out of Tony's arms. He scrambled to catch the writhing baby, finally gaining control and clutching him to his chest. 

"What is wrong with you, Peter?" he exclaimed, trying his best to comfort the child. Peter whined and twisted around, reaching for Steve with chubby arms. Steve, blinking with surprise, took him and rocked him back and forth. He immediately calmed down, smiling up at Steve. Tony gaped in shock.

"Wh-what's going on with him?" Steve looked up, eyes twinkling.

"Like you said, I guess he just likes me better." Tony fumed, punching him playfully on the shoulder. Peter promptly dissolved into a screaming mess, waving his little fists around wildly and trying to get to Tony. Both men gasped in surprise. 

"He must really like you," Tony said shakily. 

"Yeah," Steve said, "he must. I think I know what this is though." Tony cocked his head. 

"What?" Steve sighed.

"Extreme separation anxiety, like with dogs. And apparently he doesn't like it when you touch me either." 

"So he's clingy," Tony stated. Steve nodded, turning back to Peter who had finally calmed down. He looked up at Steve with big eyes.

"P-pa-papa?" Steve's eyes widened and he looked at Tony. 

"Did you hear that?" he whispered. Tony nodded, eyes trained on the baby. Steve broke out in a huge smile and held Peter over his head, Lion-King style.

"He said my name!" he said gleefully, spinning around in a circle with Peter shrieking and gurgling. Tony frowned comically, crossing his arms. Steve noticed and walked over, hoisting Peter back up on one hip.

"Don't worry, Tony," he said, patting his shoulder, "you'll get your chance."

"Yeah, well, he said yours first, so it's clear he's stuck to you like clingwrap," Tony grumbled. Steve reached out and grabbed Tony's hand with his free one. Peter squealed angrily at the action and both parents laughed. 

"Come on," Tony said, still chuckling, "let's get the kid inside before he explodes." The family walked inside, amiably talking while Peter made a fuss. 

All in all, it was a good day.

A/n Hey look at that, I actually updated (somewhat) on time! Again, just a short little blurb, this one was requested on my AO3 account. Speaking of requests, I would really appreciate it if you guys would comment more requests, it really helps give me motivation and inspiration. Also 8k reader?? What?? Thank you all so much for all the support! Until next time, remember to stay safe in this crazy time.