Warning there is slash in this part. Nothing very explicit, but you've been warned. For the unedited version I have links on my profile.

The memories from the night before flooded his awareness. One stuck out above all others. Above the most interesting marriage he could have imagined when he lived in the 40s, but wasn't all that uncommon now. He'd had sex with Tony shortly after their marriage and somehow the two of them had ended up getting their wrinkled clothes back on in order to stumble back to Tony's room.

Tony blinked at the expression on Steve's face. The stunned realization and wonder. He cocked his head to the side, "What's that look for?"

Blue eyes snapped to meet his, "Umm…what do you remember from last night?" Steve questioned looking over Tony more thoroughly in order to see any evidence…and there it was. A very noticeable bite mark near Tony's collarbone. There were a few light bruises here and there from where Steve had pinned Tony against a wall. Marks he'd left on Tony…ones marking the smaller man as his.

Now Tony looked slightly confused as he tried to recall the night before. He could remember gambling, drinking and laughing. Bright lights, warmth and very amazing kisses. "Not much…" he muttered before the memory of sex came to the front of all the others. Tony could remember talented lips and fingers ghosting over his body. "We had sex!" there was glee in his voice now. "Nice to know Captain America really is the physical peak of male perfection!" he was grinning now as Steve blushed.

"Tony…" he groaned, "That is not the point. We were both compromised last night…I took advantage of you."

"You can take advantage of me anytime you want if it is anything like last night." Mischief was prominent in those brown eyes. "I was wondering about that…but I wasn't honestly sure what we'd done last night. Best to wait for the memories to fill themselves back in." Tony grinned, "We're ok. You didn't hurt me."

Steve climbed off the huge bed shaking his head, "Tony." There was the amusement even as the red stained his cheeks. "I need a shower."

"We need a shower. Let's save water."

"Maybe we should try going on that date or something first…" he headed in the direction of the bathroom leaving a pouting Tony Stark behind on the bed in wrinkled clothes from the night before.

"He won't last." Tony muttered before pulling the pillow close and closing his eyes. He was dropping back off into sleep before he even realized what had happened.

When Steve came back out of the bathroom, towel low on his hips and hair still damp Tony was lost to the world. He quietly crossed the room to pick up the paper Tony had held earlier. Tony Stark-Rogers stared back at him from the paper. Tony, drunk or not, had wanted to take his name on some level. He'd have to ask about it…there were so many different things people did nowadays with names and marriage. But there it was on the paper…proof Tony was his.

He looked down at the sleeping man who was hugging the pillow he'd been sleeping on. A fond expression took over his features as he reached down letting his hand card through Tony's brown hair. All that time wasted on just being friends…he could have tried to take a chance earlier on. Steve shook the thought off…building up a strong friendship was far more important and he knew Tony much better for it. Knew how he felt about Tony. Wanted to marry him. He was quite grateful for the push he'd essentially gotten towards the relationship. Maybe reporters weren't that bad if they got him Tony Stark.

His cheeks heated up again as his mind helpfully pulled him back into memories from the prior night. To moans and gasps, to the expression of complete bliss on Tony's face. That beautifully wrecked look when he'd just come undone underneath Steve. Maybe he could be a bit more modern.

"Tony?" he carefully shook the other man. "Come on. You should shower, change out of those clothes and then catch a few more hours." A mumble was the only response as Tony tightened his grip on the pillow. The fond expression on Steve's face morphed into a grin as he carefully moved to scoop the other man up. Tony flailed in the air, hands grasping for sheets and pillows that were no longer in his reach.

"Steve!" there was a whine as Tony just went limp in his grip as Steve carried him towards the bathroom.

"You should clean up. Come on." It was interesting experiencing a half asleep Tony Stark fighting against a shower, but Steve managed to convince him. Got through the incident without too many problems.

Then there were warm sheets and an equally warm, delicious smelling Steve Rogers wrapped around Tony. Tony conceded that the shower had been a great idea and that snuggling was an even better one.

Eventually they woke up to the sound of Tony's phone going off and finding the messages about meeting the others for lunch at one thirty. Steve changed in his room while Tony typed away on his Starkpad before they headed towards the restaurant.

It was the expressions on everyone's faces that clued them both into the fact that they knew. Clint was far too gleeful for one thing and released a rather loud whistle before wiggling his eyebrows at them. Thor was beaming and congratulating them on their union. Bruce grinned softly at them with a knowing look on his face while Natasha waved a stack of what suspiciously looked like pictures. Amusement and happiness were quite evident on her features.

Tony's hand swiped out to grab the stack as he began to flip through them. The images showed wide grins on their faces, frantic kisses in the casino, on the street, in the chapel, the lobby and so many other locations. In every picture they were touching in some way. In one of them Clint had managed to drag Natasha in for a kiss; his other hand was clearly grabbing her ass as Bruce was obviously shaking his head in the background. Tony was clearly in Steve's lap right next to them and his hair had obviously seen hands running through it. Idly Tony wandered when Thor had figured out how to work a camera.

Despite the alcohol that had a hand in speeding up the eventual wedding it was obvious they were both rather happy in each of the pictures. Steve looked through them before taking the one of them kissing in the chapel with matching rings, mussed hair and wandering hands. He had hoped to wait until at least a few dates before returning to a more…intimate relationship. But it didn't really matter in the long run.

Of course they had not even made it out of Vegas before Steve found himself shoving Tony against the wall, lips on his neck, hands wandering over Tony's body and finally removing the other man's clothes. His own followed shortly after. The noises he'd managed to pull from Tony's lips had only further heated his own blood, caused it to pound in his ears and then he was using his supersoldier strength to pin the other man against the wall even more.

Steve found he quite enjoyed Tony's reactions, the expression on his face as he allowed himself to be swept away by the feelings Steve was causing him to feel. To give over that control he usually fought so hard to keep; to give it all to Steve Rogers without any real thought.

The next time they had almost not made it to the bed because Steve had found he wanted Tony immediately. He just couldn't imagine not having this. Not being able to kiss and touch and taste Tony Stark. How had he kept his hands to himself around Tony for so long? Why had he not thought to make a move sooner? After that the rest of the Vegas trip had been spent in the rooms making sure each of them were appropriately used and that some very pleasurable memories were made.

"You know…" Tony trailed off panting slightly as Steve dragged him closer to his body, smiling into his brown hair. "We have done this entire thing so completely backwards. Living together, marriage, sex...just jumped right into it. What's next? Adopting a small army of children?"

Steve looked at Tony's left hand, the ring glinting on his finger that signaled that Tony was his. "Have we ever done anything normal?" he questioned softly. The thought of children in the future and that Tony had mentioned it first caused so many amazing feelings.

"Nope. Normal is boring." Tony smirked, "I usually stick with being extraordinary. Which is why I should get to keep you."

"I can live with that."

Pepper had not been amused when they'd returned to New York and had pointed out that having a real wedding was better. "Honestly…we've done all of the work. Why not go through with it? Especially since you're actually together this time." Her foot tapped against the floor as Tony had grinned unrepentant and Steve had blushed looking at his feet.

"Sure. Sounds like a plan." Tony continued to grin before tugging Steve closer to him. "I have no problem with that."

"And the name thing…is that how we're going with it?" she asked looking at the document in her hands, "I need to know in order to update all your information."

"I'm not sure. I don't honestly have any attachment to Stark because hey my father was an asshole. But the company…" he glared off to the side in thought.

"You could keep your last name with the company and then use Rogers socially." Pepper grinned, "That way you could have both. Or you could put your last name as a middle name. Be Anthony Edward Stark Rogers."

"Ugh…don't say Anthony." He muttered before looking thoughtful. "I like that. Tony Edward Stark Rogers. What do you think, Steve?" he turned to look at Steve who was just staring at him with a very interesting expression. "Steve?"

Pepper smirked, "I think he likes it." Tony glanced sideways at her before regarding Steve.

"Steve?"

"I love it." Steve grinned and Tony beamed back.

"Problem solved!"

Pepper clapped her hands together, looking between the two of them with obvious happiness and satisfaction. "Then it's settled. We can get that fixed on the marriage papers from Vegas and then when we have the actually wedding here."

Tony felt Steve drag him into his arms even as he fought to regain his breath. His body still hummed with pleasure and the warmth from the supersoldier's body was nothing but comforting. A grin pulled across his lips as he allowed Steve to continue with his ritual of cuddling after sex. It had not been something he was used to as with all of his previous partners he'd usually left them in bed to head for his workshop. Almost immediately after Steve would drag him close, words of love whispered into his mussed hair and lips often pressed to available skin in a loving, intimate gesture.

Until five years ago Tony had never believed he would be thankful for reporters. For reporters twisting someone's words to improve their ratings. It had gotten him Steve Rogers. Someone who loved him unconditionally and who treated him as something truly precious. Warmth bloomed in his chest as it often did and he allowed himself to relax into those strong arms. He had been working on believing he deserved such care.

Darkness filled the room except from the glow that his arc reactor emanated that was lessoned by Steve's body. "Love you." He murmured into the darkness.

The happiness coming from Steve was almost physical in its entirety. "I love you, Tony." It always gave Tony a feeling of relief because if someone as pure and good as Steve Rogers could love him then he was worth something. He had achieved some form of redemption from his years as a weapons manufacturer.

Two weeks later found them waking to the sound of little feet pounding against the floor and then a small body falling into the middle of them. "Wake up! Wake up!" a tiny voice shouted, "I want pancakes!"

Tony moaned softy and buried his face into his pillow as Steve released a soft groan as well, "Your son wants pancakes." It was slightly muffled.

"Nope…he is your son when he wants breakfast." Was the rebuttal as Peter giggled and wormed his way between them further.

"Daddy…Pop." He whined as he tried to budge them. "Pancakes."

Tony moved over to wrap his arms around Peter and drag him under the covers. Another giggle erupted as the child squirmed in his dad's hold before resting his cheek against the arc reactor. "Sleep." Was the murmur from Tony as Peter moved more before settling down.

"Then pancakes?"

Like a dog with a bone was muttered out loud as Steve grinned softly. "Sure, Pete."

Peter lasted three hours snuggling with his dads before the absolute need for pancakes struck once more and he badgered both of them into waking up. Getting them to move in the direction of the kitchen was almost like fighting a small war for the child. His little legs swung from his perch on the counter as Steve cooked and Tony started on his second cup of coffee. Thor made it into the kitchen just as Peter began to dig into his pancakes with relish and ruffled the child's hair.

"Hello young Peter!" it was boomed and caused the child to grin as Thor pulled down his huge box of Poptarts. "Do you not wish to partake in Poptarts today?"

"Pancakes!" the boy exclaimed dragging the plate closer and eyeing Thor who was looking at them with interest now. "Mine." It was muttered as he took another bite.

"Without a doubt your son." Steve grinned at Tony who puffed up proudly.

"That's my boy, defend your food!"

"Sure…encourage the munchkin. Next thing you know he'll try stabbing someone with his fork." Clint grabbed a bowl and some cereal for breakfast as he then took his spot on the other side of the table. Natasha wandered into the kitchen wearing one of Clint's shirts blinking sleep out of her eyes as she made a grab for a mug. Coffee was an absolute need to function for most of the Avengers.

Once breakfast was over the Avengers and Peter found their way to the entertainment room for movies. Weekends were often spent relaxing in some manner when they were not fighting or working.

Steve dragged Tony close as the two tangled up with each other, Peter had chosen to cuddle up near Natasha who was at the other end of the couch with Clint. Thor's legs hung over the side of his chair while Bruce was curled up in his own. Bowls of popcorn were within reach of all when it got closer to noon.

Steve allowed his mind to drift back to that first morning after he'd married Tony Stark in Las Vegas. To freaking out to finding out that Tony wanted him. Had wanted him for a while. To lips pressing together for the first time without the aid of alcohol and that feeling of hope blooming in his chest.

He snapped back from the memories as Tony snuggled in closer to him; his fingers carded through Tony's hair as he glanced around the room. Peter had been a perfect fit for them. Six months into the marriage and he'd found himself wondering about children once more. When he'd broached the subject with Tony the other man had hesitated, even though he'd joked about it in Vegas, before honestly thinking it over. After being reassured he would be a fantastic father the other had relented.

Steve pressed his lips into Tony's hair and relished in the feel of the smaller man snug against him. Hearing Tony's soft breathing he allowed his senses to be filled with the man he loved more than he could ever hope to explain.

What would he have done if Tony Stark had reacted differently to that one slip up five years ago?

That appears to be a good place for this short story…if there are any more stories or parts for this verse I'll make a note of it so you'll know. Hope you enjoyed it!