"Call me daddy."

Tony whispers lowly, his voice sounding like rocks rubbing together. Steve let out a small gasp before grinning widely as he watched from the door frame.

Tony was staring deeply into the eyes of the little boy they had adopted two years ago, who was sitting on the floor of the living room. He was wearing a red shirt with black trimming, and blue jeans that hung loosely to his legs as he stared up at his father, smiling and clapping, unaware of Tony's serious character.

"Peter, call me daddy."

Tony said again, unaware of his husband standing behind him, trying not to laugh. Peter gave another giggle and clapped his hands together, bouncing slightly.

Tony let out a frustrated groan and pressed a hand to his chest, trying to stare deeply into the younger boy's eyes.

"Say it with me Petey. Daddy."

Peter looked at Tony and put his tiny hand over Tony's arc reactor before smiling at the blue light.

"Da dee."

Peter babbled, before withdrawing his hands and clapping happily. Steve felt his jaw drop as Tony's arms shot into the air.

"I did it!"

He yelled, laughing happily. Steve stalked over and plopped down next to Tony (Ignoring the shocked yelp his husband gave) and took Peter's hands into his own.

"Say Papa Peter!"

Hey everyone!

I know I should be working on Capture My Star, but I had this idea today and I just had to write it down. I made it my warm up for my Creative Writing class, and I just had to share it!

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