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The tale of Peter calling Tony dad shocked the Avengers. Although everyone knew that the billionaire was pretty much the kids father figure, well, one of them, it was still a surprise to find Tony sitting on the floor crying.
He was found outside of Peter’s room by Bucky, who was carrying a plate of cookies. Bucky saw Tony leaned against the door to the room, head in his hands, shaking slightly. Bucky’s eyes widened, and he gently tapped Tony on the shoulder to make sure everything was alright. He looked up at Bucky with the biggest smile on his face, despite it being tear streaked and red.
“Stark, what’s wrong? Should I call Strange?” Bucky asked him, concerned. Tony never really smiled like that anymore, only with his fiancé or Peter. The billionaire shook his head, and asked Friday to play the audio of the special clip of footage.
“...Love you, dad. Thanks.” Came Peters groggy voice. Bucky smiled almost as wide as Tony, whose head was back against the door and his eyes closed, like he was getting some light from an angel. Well, he was, so…
Bucky offered him one of his famous chocolate chip peanut butter cookies. Tony took it without hesitation, and smiled at the ex-assassin. Bucky went on his way, with a small smile on his face. He turned the corner of the hallway and left out of sight.
Tony sighed. He wished Stephen could have been here to hear that. Or witness it. Speak of the devil, a swirling orange portal came from right next to the couch that was in front of Tony. He never got bored of his fiancé’s ways of transportation. Although he hated portals and magic and all that jazz, he loved it when Stephen did something cool with it.
Stephen stepped through the portal, and it closed as he glanced at Tony on the floor. He cocked an eyebrow, confused as to why his beloved was sitting in front of Peter’s door. “Hey, Tony.. why are you.. uh.. sitting there?” Stephen was perplexed.
“Oh, um we found out that Peter is lactose intolerant, and Bruce gave him some medicine to make his stomach stop hurting, and a side effect was that it made him super tired.” Tony explained, and Stephen nodded intently.
“Were you crying?”
“No.”
Stephen inclined his head at Tony’s answer, seeing straight through his bullshit lie. It was obvious, as he had tear tracks and puffy eyes. Stephen snorted at his fiancé’s attempt to cover up his face, and took Tony’s hands in his own scarred ones. He pulled Tony up from off the floor and wrapped him into a hug. Stephens cloak joined in, and soon Tony and Stephen were in a cloak burrito.
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Thor was walking down the hallway when he heard some laughing and a ruffling of fabric from the common room in front of the rooms. He saw Stephen and Tony with the weird cape in a big hug, and being the softie he is, decided to join them.
He wrapped his arms around the two lovers necks and laughed, a big hearty joyous one that startled a passing Clint in the vents. Said vent monster then kicked out the grate and went to the other side of Thor, adding to the hug.
Tony sighed, and said “Point Break, Legolas, what are you two doing?” The people mentioned just laughed, a sound that echoed down to Bruce’s lab, where Dr. Banner, Steve and Bucky were hanging out. They all poked out their heads and saw what was happening.
“Oh, look. Barnes and Noble are coming too! What a delight.” Tony said, sarcasm practically dripping off his tongue. “Hey Bruce. You’re always welcome and I’m happy you’re here.” Tony told Bruce, and Bruce beamed. He made his way between Tony and Thor, squeezing into that little space. The Bookstore Bros then went next to Clint, who snickered at Tony’s nickname for both of them.
Natasha stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the group hug. Thor beckoned her over to his other side, and she obliged but not without an eye roll. The Avengers were in a large embrace, with Tony and Stephen in the center. No one heard the creaking open of a door and the silent pattern of feet trailing from the darkness.
“You guys are having a group hug without me?” Peter yawned, frowning at the superheroes. “Move over, Auntie Nat, I have to get to Dr. Dad.” Peter didn’t realize what he had said, he was still groggy. Natasha smiled a bit, and let Peter pass into the center of the hug. Stephen was staring at Tony, who smiled gently at their kid.
Peter leaned against his dads, and hummed, for he was very warm and felt very loved by the hug pressing in on all sides. He felt Stephen kiss his forehead, before he drifted back off to sleep.