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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 19

Tony isn’t sure what he’s feeling when he sees Steve put Peter into bed once again. Inside, his heart is melting in millions of ways because of the many emotions he’s having about this. His brain isn’t giving much input on how to react to it, neither.

Seeing Steve being so careful around his son is just doing things to Tony that he doesn’t really know how to express. It makes him want to forget the whole thing Natasha warned him about before Steve left, and just pretend that nothing is wrong.

But despite the easiness he’s feeling right now, he knows the problem still lingers; Steve will still be in constant battle within his own mind, Tony will keep on taking it personally, and they will fight about it eventually.

Really, Tony isn’t one to keep it under wraps; he would rather be open about it, let everybody know that he’s… something more with Steve. But he doesn’t, because Steve doesn’t want that. Heck, the indication that they don’t really know how to call this thing between them should have been enough that there’s something not really right.

But then again, the lack of wanting to call it a ‘relationship’ comes more from Tony rather than Steve.

Closing the door behind them, Tony realizes once again that he’s now officially ‘alone’ with Steve. Peter is asleep in his bedroom (and how weird is it to be able to say that?), and Steve is just standing there in front of him, looking at him like’s he’s inspecting Tony.

He wants to lighten the mood, to make a joke or something like that. But the words come short. So instead, Tony just heads to his own bedroom door, opening it without a word and expecting Steve to follow him. When he doesn’t, Tony nods once as an indication that he can follow. Carefully, Steve complies.

Though this thing between them hasn’t been going on for more than a month, the way they’re acting now is almost as if they’ve just gone back to the very beginning. They’re awkward, almost even cautious around each other. In other words, they’re just acting like stupid teenagers that can’t get their heads out of their asses.

“I’ve been thinking a lot, Steve,” Tony starts after a long moment of silence. He sees Steve tense up, and another chuckle comes out. “Stop assuming I’m going to dump you all the time!”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been preparing myself for it these past two weeks, I suppose,” Steve mutters out, thought the tension stays in his stance.

“Then you’re as much an idiot as I am,” Tony quickly counters. The two men chuckle nervously, but neither relax. Tony sits down on the bed, motioning for Steve to do the same. The other man complies, and takes place on the mattress, a good distance from Tony.

Then he takes a deep breath.

“I might have realized, in these days that you were gone, that things might have gone a bit too fast between us,” Tony admits. And it’s true, too. They kissed once, and the next time they saw each other they were in bed together! Not that they’ve done much other than making out, but it comes out to the same thing; they’ve been acting too much like an actual ‘couple’ instead of actually working up to it.

“We haven’t had…” Steve starts.

“Sex, I know – stop being so flustered or I’m going to repeat the word time after time. And now, I don’t think we’ll have it soon. Because that, too, is something to work up to. And I guess that’s the reason you’re so at war with it; it’s too much, too soon, and you were afraid we were going to topple the boat.”

“Uh?” Steve asks, not really understanding the metaphor. Tony just shakes his head.

“Never mind, what I’m trying to say is; we need to take a few steps back. Maybe just go on a few dates and get to know each other a bit more,” Tony clarifies.

“We already know each other, Tony,” Steve counters, but Tony shakes his head.

“I’ve come to realize I don’t really know that much. Believe it or not, I might have looked stuff up on the internet about… uh, ‘relationship troubles’. I found this thing on ‘how much do you know your partner’-crap, and realized I couldn’t even fill in half of these questions.”

“So, what are you proposing?” Steve asks, and Tony clears his throat before grabbing Steve’s hands.

“How about tonight you stay over, because somebody still needs to watch me – though can’t we stop that? Haven’t I been doing pretty good, lately? – anyway, tomorrow morning, you’ll be gone and I’ll spend time with Peter while you do your Avengers-business, and Monday evening, I’ll pick you up at seven and take you out for dinner?”

Steve’s mouth falls open from the sudden brain-vomit that came out of Tony. Before he can respond to it, Tony shuffles forward a bit, squeezing Steve’s hands. He presses their foreheads together as their eyes stare into each other.

“Don’t worry about being seen, I know some good incognito places. Just put on something nice, but not too nice.”

Steve then eventually smiles, and nods his head.

“I would love to,” he admits. Tony can feel his relieved breath on his skin. Automatically, he leans forward to steal a kiss, and instead of pulling away, Steve joins him. Lips pressed together, Steve still manages to speak when they part for those few milliseconds at a time. “We’ll start tomorrow, right? I just… I’ve missed you so much these past weeks and I really need you close now.”

“Tomorrow,” Tony promises. “Now, less talking and more making out.”

And so they do. Steve allows Tony to pull him down on the mattress, letting the engineer sit down on top of him. Their breaths become heavy, lips never parting from each other. To be able to feel Steve’s strong form underneath him again after more than two weeks makes him hungry enough that he could just ravish him on the spot.

He knows he’s not the only one feeling this way; Steve craves the touch just as much. It’s clear in the way his hands grab on to him, digging in his shirt and pulling it over his head without any warning. And while Tony would have hesitated to let anybody see him without anything to cover his chest, he’s not feeling any doubt in letting Steve see the massive circular scar he has on his sternum.

Instead of being put off by it, Steve does the same thing Pepper used to do; he admires it. He’s not disturbed by the obvious amount of scar tissue he’s got, not afraid to put his lips onto it and kiss him there where once the arc reactor used to be to keep him alive.

And suddenly the roles are reversed, and Steve is towering above Tony, worshipping the engineer’s chest in such an adoration that makes Tony once again melt on the spot. All too soon, things are starting to get extremely tight in his pants. Every part of him tells him to stop right now.

“Urgh, Steve, stop,” Tony mutters when Steve starts pressing kisses on his belly, getting too low for Tony’s comfort. The super soldier immediately looks up, scared for what could be the reason for him to call it quits.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, already pulling away from him. Tony shakes his head and grabs him behind the neck to smash their lips together again. A confused sound escapes Steve’s mouth.

“You could never hurt me,” Tony says, not believing how sappy he’s feeling right now. “Though somebody’s getting a bit too interested right now, and we did just state that we wouldn’t be having sex yet.”

Steve groans, rubbing his nose against Tony’s while biting the man’s lower lip teasingly.

“We never said anything about sex,” he whispers heatedly. Tony chuckles but then shakes his head. With all the willpower he has, he gently pushes Steve away from him and turns to his side to look at the other man.

“Not yet, Steve,” Tony says, passing his hand over Steve’s bare chest and rubbing circles over his skin. “If I’m not wrong, it would be your first time, so we might want to keep that for a special occasion.”

Steve groans in annoyance and throws his head back on the pillow. He’s now lying on his back, his hands resting on his own stomach while he tries to cool off as well.

“Besides, Peter is here tonight. And while the walls are sound proof, I don’t really want him to walk in on us.”

Steve then pales a bit before nodding.

“I expect candlelight and champagne then, Tony,” Steve mutters with a grin. Tony lets out a laugh and nods, shuffling closer towards Steve and resting his head on the Captain’s chest. He closes his eyes when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder, enjoying the hold he’s in.

“For you, everything,” he whispers out. Steve leans his head down and presses another light kiss on the top of his head.

“Goodnight, Tony.”

“Goodnight, honey,” Tony jokes. But even as the words come out, he knows it’s not really a joke.

He sleeps good that night. And when the morning comes, all there’s left of Steve is a small letter the man left for him.

I’ll see you tomorrow morning.
With love, Steve.

As it turns out, Tony Stark always comes up with the weirdest plans.

Peter wakes up in the morning, only to be greeted by his father, who is looking way too excited for being barely awake. The guy made him breakfast, and even as Peter is eating, the guy is still jumping around excitedly. Before Peter can even ask where Steve is, the guy starts explaining what he’s planned for today.

“We’re going to Disneyland,” he says proudly. Peter’s mouth falls open in surprise, and his spoon, which he was using to eat his breakfast with, drops down on the table.

Is this how the guy usually spends his Sundays?

“Uh, how are we going to get there?” Peter asks, realizing it’s a stupid question the moment it comes out of his mouth. Tony grins at him. Even more so when there’s a knock on the door. Immediately, he frowns.

“How about you open it, sport?” the man says, obviously having a few things in mind. Peter carefully stands up, leaving his breakfast for what it is and getting to the door.

He shouldn’t have been too surprised that Tony would have invited Aunt May to come to Disneyland as well. The guy can arrange everything.

Peter’s aunt is beyond excited. She’s already wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt, a backpack stuck to her back and a cap on her head. The smile on her face is endless, showing the lines on her face but making her all the more beautiful. Peter likes it when Aunt May is happy. She’s had it rough after losing Uncle Ben, but now she seems to have finally found peace with his passing.

“Isn’t this exciting?!” the woman says when she’s inside. “Tony, I can’t believe you asked me to join! I normally thought we’d agreed that we would just each hang out with him on our own terms, but I’m glad I could tag along with this one!”

Tony just shakes his head and waves it off like it’s no big deal.

“It’s no big deal,” he confirms Peter’s thoughts. It’s almost as if the guy read Peter’s thoughts. “I figured you would enjoy this small trip as well.”

Beyond happy, Aunt May gives Peter her ‘can you believe it?’-look, and Peter laughs back at her, a little nervous at the idea of going to Disneyland. Not that he doesn’t want to go, but he’s just never been there, and he’s not sure what to expect. It’s every kid’s dream to ever go there, but the luxury of money was not one they had at the Parker household. Besides…

“Isn’t it a five-hour flight from here to there?” Peter asks. Tony just snorts before passing his hand back through Peter’s hair.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve designed a few quinjets. I can make the trip in about two hours! Now get dressed, we’ll leave in fifteen minutes.”

Peter doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets his breakfast in with hurried bites, and then runs to the room to get some clothes on. The attempt to tame his bedridden hair is hopeless, so with curls going all the way Peter appears back at the living room, holding up his arms to the side when he gets an unimpressed look from his Aunt.

“It won’t stay down,” Peter mutters. Aunt May hurries towards him and makes quick work of styling his hair back down. When she, too, fails at it, she just takes off the cap she’s wearing and puts it on Peter’s head instead.

True to Tony’s word, the Quinjet move quicker than any plane. They arrive about two hours after leaving the tower; two hours filled with playing cards with his Aunt or watching a movie with her while Tony is flying the thing. At one point he put up automatic pilot, but that was only to get a quick bathroom break.

Their arrival at the park brought both Peter and Aunt May speechless as they walked through the gate. Thanks to Tony’s probably very expensive VIP-passes, they get in almost immediately without any trouble. They’re handed a map of the entire place, and the only thing Tony tells them is that they can chose where they want to go first.

It’s crazy. They hop from attraction to attraction, being stopped a few times by some fans that want a picture with the Iron Man. Tony buys them a very expensive lunch and even dinner later in the day. They get pictures with every Disney-character they want, and Aunt May even gets a fake proposal from Prince Charming.

The day is filled with laughter. More so than Peter could have imagine having after the crappy way he’s been feeling yesterday. Aunt May takes a lot of pictures, and they watch the parade and fireworks in the evening.

Peter’s a little sad when they have to leave again after the fireworks, but seeing as it’s a school day tomorrow, they have to leave now. It’ll already be past midnight when they return home, and he needs to get at least a little bit of sleep.

When the quinjet drops them off at the tower, Tony calls for Happy to bring them back home. Before they leave, Peter pulls Tony into a strong hug, grateful for the day he’s had.

“Thank you,” he whispers. The ‘dad’-word is on the tip of his tongue, but he figures it might still be too early. So he keeps that to himself. He gives his father a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away and hurrying after his aunt, away from the tower.







“No way, he took you to Disneyland?”

Peter grins while he holds out the phone that shows pictures of him and Tony standing next to Minnie and Mickey Mouse. Aunt May had insisted on them being on this one together, so the two had complied without any complaining.

“He totally did!” Peter exclaims happily. Then he points at his shirt. “He even got me this Star Wars t-shirt!”

“So awesome!” Ned calls out, seeming like he’s about to faint from the excitement. He takes Peter’s phone from him and scrolls through the pictures they’ve taken yesterday, along with the one they’ve downloaded from the Photo pass Tony arranged. “I’m actually even a bit jealous!”

“Don’t worry, next time I’ll ask him if you can come along. Maybe we can get all of the Avengers to join,” Peter assures him. Ned, being Ned, starts waving his arms excitedly again. He’s such a fanboy.

“Maybe during summer break? I mean, now with the final coming closer, my mom doesn’t want me to do big things like that. And not everybody is a big genius like you are,” Ned teases him with a wink. Peter just scoffs.

“Yeah, uh, genius you say,” Peter mutters, putting his phone away again after Ned hands it back. “The only reason I’ve pulled up my grades enough to maybe pass is because the guy I’m interning for is also my dad.”

“Which he didn’t know at first,” Ned points out, while literally pointing his egg roll Peter’s way. “You got yourself back up on your own.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Tony would actually blackmail principal Morita to get me to pass,” Peter jokes, and Ned, too, starts to laugh. The dining hall starts to empty as the students make their way outside for a few more minutes before classes start.

His arrival at school has been met with some looks from his fellow students. He’s sure that the video Flash shared online has something to do with that. So far, though, nobody has pointed it out to him, mostly because he’s been hiding away behind his hood.

Flash is surprisingly absent from school, so there’s nobody to mock Peter, which is at least something good. Unfortunately, the same doesn’t count for Michelle, who takes the opportunity of an emptying dining hall as enough reason to sit down at Peter’s and Ned’s table and pull out her phone once again, showing another picture of Peter wearing sexy maid clothes (that don’t at all look sexy on him, might Peter add!) swinging his umbrella in the air. Once again, Peter groans and drops his head on the table.

“You know, I tried to stop you, but you wouldn’t listen,” Michelle mutters with a grin. Peter shakes his head and turns away from this evil girl. “I suppose it’s good everybody was too surprised about your act that nobody filmed that little outburst that purple-haired girl had towards you. I think that was even better.”

Oh, please no. Not another reminder that he’s got an angry friend who refuses to text him back. He doesn’t need that, at all.

“Even more lucky that I did,” she adds, then putting up a video of him and Yaël shouting at each other while everybody around them is staring. Peter is still wearing his ridiculous outfit, but that doesn’t seem to put Yaël off. He can’t hear what they’re yelling about, but he thinks he’d rather not know.

“You’re evil, you know that?” Peter groans internally. Michelle just laughs, throwing her arm over her chair and taking on a casual pose.

“Kind of, but you did impress Liz, so it seems,” she says, nodding towards the girl seated a few tables away from them. The moment she notices them staring, she looks away, back to her friends and pretending she wasn’t observing them. “You two did dance together very closely before you got all Magic Mike on us.”

“Just kill me now,” Peter mutters. It’s not that he doesn’t like Liz; Hell, if he’d never have met Gwen, he would have fallen head over heels for her. But now, even though everything tells him that, yes, she could be a potential girlfriend, that scenario would be in a whole other universe. One where Gwen wouldn’t have been there.

“I never thought a guy would hate that there's a hot girl digging them?” Michelle jokes before standing up. Then she slaps him on the shoulder and makes her exit again. “Better not break her heart, then. She’s now captain of the Decathlon team, and from what I heard, you two losers joined as well.”

Peter’s head shoots up in surprise, eyes boring into Ned’s guilty and squirming form, like the guy is trying to dig himself a hole to escape through the floor.

“You signed me up?!” Peter asks loudly. Ned then shrugs with his arms raised up.

“Hey, you once vaguely mentioned you would do it with me! It helps if we sign up now so at least we’ll have a spot in the team for next year!”

“Not like we’ll ever be able to say that we’re full,” Michelle mutters before walking away. Peter glares at her as she wanders off. Why does she even keep on hanging out with them if it’s only to offer sarcastic remarks and being a jerk.

“Ned, I- I- I don’t have time to- to do these kinds of things.”

“C’mon! I’m sure you can arrange something with Mr. Stark about the internship! He’s your dad, after all,” Ned counters. Peter jumps forward and waves his hands at him while making a shushing sound.

“Don’t say that in here!” he hisses back, and Ned takes a look around before frowning back at Peter.

“It’s only an hour, Peter. We do the decathlon, you go to the internship, and then you go home. I’m sure it won’t be too hard to do this,” Ned tries to argue. Peter just groans and shakes his head.

“You know what, whatever… I’ll figure it out next year,” he mutters, wondering how he would even manage to pull all that off and be Spider-Man. He already feels extremely guilty that he’s not protecting the streets due to his wound.

Peter gets ready to put away his plate. He grabs it from the table, stands up, and takes his first few steps before knocking in against somebody and dropping it all to fall. His reflexes are quick enough that he reaches back to it to keep it from breaking on the ground, though only afterwards he realizes that the very few people in the room are watching him.

The girl he’s walked into is chuckling nervously.

“Whoa, I’m sorry, Peter, I didn’t see you there,” Liz Toomes says. Peter takes a step back to look at the damage he’s caused her, happy to see that she isn’t injured from colliding with his hard head.

“No, I’m sorry as well. I was moving a bit too fast the clearly see anything,” he counters. Liz nervously pulls her hair out of her face and gives him a smile, which gives Peter a slight chill as well. Clearing his throat, he takes another step, only to the side, to clear her path.

“Thank you,” she says after he motions for her that she can pass. He doesn’t really know what to feel when her hand is gently put on his shoulder for a few seconds only to be pulled away again. Wordlessly, Peter turns around to see her walk away.

Michelle wasn’t exaggerating; Liz does seem a bit interested. Peter shakes his head again.

“Oooooh, Peter’s got an admirer!” Ned sings from his table, and Peter feels his face heat up. Shushing him once again, he figures he might as well make his leave from here immediately before anybody could hear the guy.







People think that Tony never listens.

True, whenever things are boring or just plainly have nothing to do with him, he tends not to listen. But more often than not, he’s giving it all his attention despite not looking like he’s doing it. Especially when people are talking about things they’re passionate about; things they’ve been wanting to do, but haven’t found any chance to do it.

Steve has such a few things he’s passionate about. Tony vaguely remembers the guy mentioning them, and of course once he’s heard it, it stays in his brain for a long time. That’s how he’s managed to plan out this entire evening without any trouble.

Dressed in clothing that Pepper once described as ‘casual chique’, and without the sunglasses, Tony is seated in the car, having parked it in front of the compound. A bit nervously, he takes a few more moments behind the wheel with the radio still playing loudly. It helps to calm his mind a bit, to have music blasting from all around him.

It’s not that he’s hesitating about this; if anything the only thing he’s hesitant about is whether or not he’s organized something good here. Will Steve even like this all? Or would he think Tony’s attempt at diving back into the ‘good old days’ were too bold?

He’s been working himself up for the past ten minutes since he’s been here, silently freaking out about everything. His first instinct right now is to just turn back and pretend like this never happened. Luckily, he never really follows his instinct when it comes to matters like these, and he doesn’t drive the car back around to return to the tower.

“Are you experiencing trouble, sir?” FRIDAY asks curiously after another five minutes have passed. Tony startles, looking at the radio he installed the AI into back when he first bought and modified this car.

“Uh, no, not at all, Fri,” Tony assures her.

“Then can I be so bold to ask what you’re waiting for?” she asks for clarification. Tony just laughs and detaches the safety belt before reaching for the door.

“I suppose I’m just an idiot,” he says, tapping the dashboard lightly as he steps out. He’s not wearing a tie, but he’s still wearing a vest above the dark grey shirt. As he walks, he passes his hands over it to clear them out, making sure that his collar is still in place and his shirt is tucked back into his pants. The cuffs of his shirt are still buttoned together.

Alright, better not hesitate too much. Tony holds up his badge towards the identification scanner, and then the door opens up to him.

“Welcome Mr. Stark,” the automatic voice says once he’s recognized. Tony ignores it, instead just walking inside and taking a look around.

During the evening, the Compound is a whole lot less crowded than during the day; With barely any people that do evening work, the only persons in the building are the Avengers themselves – and they are mostly staying at their living quarters during the evening.

Tony knows the way well; he’s designed this damn place, after all.

“You dress up nicely,” Natasha says the moment Tony walks into the living quarters. Sam, Rhodey and Wanda are seated on the couch, looking at the television. Clint and Vision are playing some pool, while Nat is seated at the bar, enjoying some sort of cocktail she must have brewed herself.

“Yeah, got a hot date,” Tony says, wiggling his eyebrows. “Our first date, even!” Natasha just smirks at him. Sam and Rhodey look behind them towards Tony, both frowning.

“Then what are you doing here? Go to your date!” Sam calls out, and Rhodey opens his mouth to say something, but then thinks better of it and shuts up instead. Of course, Rhodey knows about Tony and Steve; Rhodey knows everything after all. They may not be related by blood, but the guy’s basically Tony’s brother. Instead, Tony receives a grin from the soldier and a wink. A hidden way for them to wish each other luck – though it’s not that much of a secret message.

“Who’d you convince to even agree on going on a date with you?” Clint asks jokingly, taking another swing from his beer while Vision makes his move on the table.

“That would be me,” Steve suddenly says, and every head turns towards the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Simultaneously, all the mouths – minus Nat’s and Rhodey’s – fall open from the surprise of an equally fancy-dressed Steve Rogers walking up to them, looking confident but at the same time slightly nervous as well.

Tony can only stare at the super soldier; the last time he’s seen Steve dressed like this was back at the party right before the Ultron disaster happened. He’d been eyeing the soldier already back then, but never really thought anything of it because he was still with Pepper. Now, though, he can’t remember how he would not have kissed the guy on the spot.

“Uh, who else did not see this coming?” Clint asks after a while. Everybody then snorts.

“Dude, I didn’t believe you when you said you see better from up high, but it looks like you were right; everybody saw this coming,” Sam mutters. “I’m just more surprised about the fact that this is only your first date; we’d expected you two to be together for far longer than that.”

Once Steve has reached Tony, the engineer can clearly see Steve’s cheeks redden from the admission. Tony tries to wave it off while chuckling.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he says dismissingly before opening his arm towards Steve, waiting for him to hook his own arm into it. “Shall we go, Cap?”

Steve smiles at him and then nods before hooking his arm with Tony’s. “Of course, Tony.”

After a quick goodbye to the other Avengers, both Tony and Steve are off, on their way to the car.

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