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Tony was losing his mind, he was sure of it. For weeks now, it seems that wherever he looked, wherever he goes, there is always an apple sitting innocently on some surface. He’d seen one on the counter in the kitchen-which is not weird, really, one on the table in the living room-still not weird. No those places are obvious places to put food on. The weird places were on the sink inside the bathroom, another hanging on the wall by the stairs like some piece of artwork, and yet another on the dashboard of one his cars.
Seriously, it was creeping him out. He didn’t know if it was just one apple or several since they were all the same bright red apple with a single leaf on a short stem. He didn’t even know where they came from-he doesn’t eat that many apples!
Right now, he was staring at another apple perched innocently on his nightstand, right next to his phone. He was debating with himself, unsure if he should do something about the unexpected fruit or just go straight back to sleep. Feeling the man lying on the bed beside him, he realized it was no contest.
The billionaire was about to lay down when the figure moves, hands reaching out to wrap around his waist. “Good morning, Anthony.”
Tony sighed, a small contented smile on his lips. “Mornin’, Doctor. Thought I told you to call me Tony?”
“Hmm.” Was the only reply he got as he laid beside his lover/boyfriend.
The two men lied down on the bed, enjoying the few minutes of peace that blanketed them. Peace that was broken when an eight-year old boy came barreling in the room, jumping on the bed to reach the genius.
For a second, Tony panicked that the boy will see something inappropriate before he remembered that they just cuddled to sleep. Smiling softly at his son, Tony sat up and picked him up to sit him more comfortably on his lap.
“Peter, bambino, what did daddy tell you about coming to his room?” the billionaire asked.
“Knock first or ask JARVIS before I go inside.” The boy replied, pouting slightly at the reprimand.
“That’s right. So next time, you should do that before jumping on daddy. Ok, buddy?”
“Mmm!” Peter agreed, nodding his head enthusiastically. Tony smiled at the boy and kissed him on the cheek.
“Come on, off you get. Wait for me in the kitchen and I’ll cook you some pancakes, k? oh, and say hey to Stephen, he’ll be eating breakfast with us.”
Peter’s beaming smile at the mention of pancakes dropped as he heard what his dad said.
“…Stephen?” he mumbled, “you mean Mr. Doctor Strange?”
“Yup. He’ll be helping us cook pancakes, doesn’t that sound fun?” Tony asked, turning to smile at the quiet man beside him.
Stephen smiled at his lover, nodding at his question. “that does sound lovely, Anthony. I look forward to cooking breakfast with you and your son.”
“But that’s our thing!” Peter protested. “ Me an’ you an’ Papa. Why’s mister doctor got to do it now?”
Tony felt a slight twinge in his chest at the mention of his ex, a frown set on his lips.
“Now, Peter, that’s not-“
“No!” the boy shouted. “you almost.. I don’t wanna-.. I want..” he stuttered before running off, wiping tears from his eyes.
“Peter, wait!” but the boy was already gone.”JARVIS, where did he run off to?” he asked, his hands reaching to massage his head.
“The young master is currently in his room. He seems to be talking with his friend on his phone.”
“Thanks, J. Keep an eye on him for me.”
“Of Course, Sir.”
The mechanic sighed, rubbing his head to try and abate the headache he felt coming. He felt a hand take in his free hand, holding it gently.
“Stephen?” he said, looking at the doctor he almost forgot was there the entire time. “Sorry about Peter. He’s usually more polite.”
The sorcerer merely smiled and planted a kiss on the hand he was holding.
“It’s quite alright.” He said, letting go of the hand and moving to stand up. “he’s just looking out for his father.”
Tony looked at Stephen, watching the man as he grabbed his clothes. He rolled his eyes at what the doctor said.
“I don’t know if you noticed but I’m the father. I’m the one supposed to look out for him.” Tony said. he copied the other man and began fixing his clothes, giving the other man a kiss as he passed by. “Besides, he was just being dramatic.”
“Oh, trust me. I can see where he gets it from.” The doctor smirked as he caught the apple thrown his way. He then opened a portal to dodge a pillow and reappeared behind the genius through another portal, wrapping his arms around the shorter man’s waist.
“That’s not fair and you know it.” Tony pouted. He tried to hide a smile as the sorcerer planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, letting himself sink into the comfort of the man’s hug. “ I hate you.” He said playfully, teasing.
The doctor just planted another kiss, this time to the other cheek, a smile playing at his lips that Tony can feel. “You know you love me.”
The genius turned around to wrap his arms around Stephen’s neck as he kissed him on the doctor’s jaw. “I’m starting to question why.”
The two men smiled at each other, leaning in for a kiss. Tony, still smiling, closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of Stephen’s breath on his lips. Their lips about to touch as the two leaned in closer and-
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Sir, but it sees the Young Master Peter is trying to prepare breakfast in the kitchen without supervision.”
Tony sighed, glaring up at the ceiling as he muttered under his breath. “Stupid interrupting AI”
“Tell him I’ll be right down, J.” the arms around his waist tightened before letting go. “Stay for breakfast?”
“I’d love to,” Strange replied, “but it seems you have to talk with your son. Dinner, though, would sound lovely.”
“I’ll take you up on that.” Tony said, reaching up to kiss the other man on the lips. “tonight at say..seven-ish?”
The sorcerer smiled at him, giving him another chaste kiss, “I’ll pick you up.”
Another portal opened behind him. He gave one last kiss to the inventor’s lips. He leaned back and smiled at the blush on the genius’ cheeks before stepping into the portal. “I’m keeping this apple by the way.” He said, biting into said apple before the portal closed.
The businessman smiled before shaking his head. He leaned down to pick up the pillow he threw only to see something under the bed. Curious, he crouched down and reached for the thing, grabbing something that has a familiar smooth surface. Kneeling up, he looked at the slightly dusty apple in his hand.
“Seriously, where are these apples coming from?” he wondered to himself. He dusted it off on his shirt before taking a bite, smiling at the sweetness.
“Sir, Young Master Peter seems to have used a chair to reach the sink. I’d advise to hurry up before he falls.”
The billionaire cursed, picking up speed as he yelled, “Peter! Get down from the chair!”