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Steve smiled, leaning in for one final kiss before escaping into the hallway, where he nearly ran smack into Peter as he came barrelling out of his room, a small, flat disc in his hand.


“Oh, sorry, Papa!” Peter said, barely breaking stride. “Uncle Sam said we’ve still got twenty minutes till the food’s ready, so Pietro and I are gonna go play frisbee golf.”


“As long as you wash your hands when you come back inside!” Steve called after him, earning a breathless, “Uh huh!” in return.


Chuckling, Steve rounded the corner into the massive kitchen, immediately stepping back as Natasha emerged from the depths of one of the ovens, a steaming pumpkin pie in her mitted hands.


“Oh, now that smells amazing,” Steve said as Natasha set the pie down on a cooling rack, right next to another identical pie.


“You’d better believe it,” Natasha said, winking as Wanda set a third pie down onto the rack. “I had to kick your kid out of here a few minutes ago, though. He kept begging to sample everything, all while eating an entire party-sized bag of Doritos.”


“Yeah,” Sam piped up from the opposite end of the counter. “Damn sneaky kid! I caught him trying to swipe one of these drumsticks right off the platter!”


“He actually did make off with one of the rolls,” said Wanda, pointing to the large baking sheet next to the pies. “But at least he asked me if he could have it first.”


“It was the eyes, right?” Natasha asked. “Those irresistible puppy dog eyes?”


“Yes,” Wanda said with a sigh. “And now I think Pietro’s starting to learn them too.”


“Yep. That’s my милая ошибка,” Natasha said, tossing Steve a smirk. “Good thing your kid is cute, Rogers.”


“Well, I’d personally take Peter’s enthusiastic appetite as a compliment,” said Steve. “Now, where do you need me?”


Sam jerked his head to the two huge pots of potatoes cooling on the stove. “Soon as those are mashed and the gravy’s done simmering, we should be ready.”


“Sounds great.” Picking up the hand mixer, Steve got to work, mashing the perfectly boiled and seasoned potatoes while his teammates bantered back and forth behind him. By the time he was done and everything had been brought out to the table, set perfectly by Bucky and Bruce, Steve’s cheeks were sore from smiling.


And then, as he took his seat at that table, flanked by his husband and son as he looked out onto the rest of his amazing teammates, Steve raised his bottle of his favourite Irish beer, waiting while they all took hold of their own various beverages.


“At the risk of being a bit too sentimental for this crowd, or delaying the inevitable chow-down that I’m about to witness,” Steve began. “I just wanted to let all of you know how grateful I am for each and every one of you. Our jobs are hard, and I know that I ask a lot of you every time we go out into the field. But I also know that there’s no way this team would be the same without any of you. Thanks to your hard work and dedication, we are a well-oiled machine, ready to take on whatever the world throws at us next.” He shot a quick glance at Tony, smiling at him over his coffee mug. “To the Avengers, our team. And, like the many enemies that we’ve vanquished, may we leave this dinner table crying for mercy by the time we’re done here.”


“All right!” exclaimed Sam as he clinked his beer bottle first against Bucky’s, then against Peter’s can of Dr Pepper. “Now, do we finally have permission to eat, Captain? ‘Cause if I have to sit here and listen to these guys’ growling stomachs for too much longer, I’m gonna—”


“Okay, I’m just gonna pull rank here and go with yes,” James said from his seat next to Bruce. “Seeing as how Spider Boy and Flash Boy over there are just about ready to vibrate out of their seats.”

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A bit of fluff before we get to the nitty-gritty 😉

The full chapter will post on Monday, October 5th 😊

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“Pictures of what?” Ned asked as he suddenly appeared behind Peter’s left shoulder. Peter jumped, almost knocking into Gwen as he grabbed her hand, tugging her around.


“Jesus, Ned!” Peter exclaimed. “Dude, you can’t sneak up on me like that!”


Ned’s eyebrows knitted together. “Um… I didn’t, but okay. But what’re you taking pictures of?”


“Peter’s gonna get a telescope this coming weekend,” said Gwen.


“Really?” Ned said. “Dude, that’s so cool! Are you gonna let us come over and see it once you get it set up?”


“Ah, it’s gonna be up at the Compound,” said Peter. “Sorry.”


“Oh,” Ned said. “Well, I guess that makes more sense, since upstate’s probably better for stargazing. It just kinda sucks that you’ve gotta go up there every single weekend.”


“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Peter said. “It’s actually kinda nice to get out of the city every now and then. It’s a lot quieter up there.”


“Yeah, I guess. But since when did you like it quiet?” Ned asked. “You know what, nevermind. Wait till you hear what my mom heard yesterday at her book club.”


“You mean her gossip club, right?” Gwen asked as they made their way towards their homeroom classroom. “‘Cause I swear all your mom seems to do there is talk about people.”


“Well… yeah, that is part of it,” Ned admitted. “You know my mom just likes to know what’s going on, so…” He gave his head a quick shake. “Anyway, she told me that one of her friends was walking in the city on Saturday afternoon and saw Dr Stephen Strange go into a comic book store.”


“Who?” asked Gwen, shooting Peter a questioning look. “Am I supposed to know who that is or something?”


“He’s that rich doctor that drove his car off a mountain a few months ago,” said Peter. “The neurosurgeon?” He didn’t add that Dad had disliked Dr Strange ever since he and Papa had tried to get him to consult on Peter during his weeks-long coma after the battle in the Miami bunker, and that the surgeon had flat-out refused because he’d said that he didn’t work on children.


And no amount of begging, pleading, or bribing could get him to change his mind.


Oh well, it’d probably been for the best anyway. From what Peter had heard about Dr Strange, he was a massive jerk, and Dad did not have a good track record dealing with medical professionals who were jerks. Dad was amazingly generous with most of the doctors and nurses who had treated Peter back when he was little, and sick most of the time, but Peter had witnessed him dressing down plenty of arrogant or jerky ones too. Since Dad had enough intelligence and knowledge to pretty much get his own medical degree in any number of fields, he tended to figure out who he could trust and who he could not very quickly.


As it turned out, Dr Strange wouldn’t have been able to do anything for Peter anyway, and not getting him involved ended up saving his dads from having to explain Peter’s genetic mutation and enhancements to yet another person outside their family.


Now that Ned had brought him up, though, Peter had to admit he was pretty curious as to what the former surgeon had been up to in the last several months.


“Oh, yeah, I remember my dad saying something about that,” Gwen said with a nod. “Okay… so…?”


“Well, I guess after his accident, he kinda went nuts trying to find a cure for the nerve damage in his hands. Ended up selling just about everything he owned to try some really weird treatments,” said Ned. “And then one day he just up and disappeared. My mom’s friend thought he was dead until she saw him again.”


The full chapter will post on Monday, September 28th 😊

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Reaching for the bag of homemade trail mix that he and Peter had made the day before and a bottle of Powerade, Steve shoved a handful into his mouth as he unzipped the special pocket that Tony sewed into his uniform, looking for the small sketchbook and pencil that he always carried with him. He opened it to the front page, to the sketch of Tony and Peter that he’d drawn from the very first photograph he ever took of the two of them, only hours after Peter had taught him how to take pictures with his new phone. Steve’s throat tightened as he examined it, which he attempted to remedy with a big sip of his Powerade. Even now, after taking literally thousands of photographs, and sketching and painting dozens of drawings, this little drawing was still one of Steve’s very favourite sketches of his beloved husband and son.


It had been about a week or so after they had all returned to the Malibu house from Afghanistan. Peter had been helping Steve get accustomed to life in the twenty-first century, while Tony had been spending nearly all of his time down in his garage workshop, building the first of his eventual army of armoured suits and plotting his revenge on the Ten Rings. Steve and Peter had made dinner that evening, and, after practically dragging Tony upstairs to eat with them, Peter had then proceeded to beg him to watch a movie afterwards, telling him that he hadn’t seen him more than a few minutes since they’d been back.


And the two of them hadn’t even lasted for half the movie before they were both sound asleep, with Peter wrapped up in Tony’s arms and his head resting on his chest, off to the side so as to avoid pressing on the arc reactor.


Tears pricked Steve’s eyes at the memory, of how sweet they had looked, and how envious he had been. He had already been trying to deny it by then, trying to bury deep down just how deeply attached he was to them both, and, based on what Tony told him later on, doing a very poor job of it.


“You’re a terrible liar, babe,” Tony had told him multiple times over the course of their relationship. “You and Pete both. You’re both just too… good.”


And while Steve still wasn’t sure if he agreed, he also knew better than to argue.


A soft smile spread across Steve’s lips as he stared at the drawing, trailing his fingertip across Peter’s round cheek smashed up against Tony’s side. Peter’s cheeks weren’t quite as round anymore, and his jawline had sharpened up a bit more over the summer as well, only adding to how much he resembled Tony.


His two precious boys, who he loved more than life itself.


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Aahh, thank you so much for the ask! 💖

Since I’m planning on incorporating a whole bunch of kisses in the new installment of my Pieces-verse, I’ll give you some headcanons for them, okay? ♥️

Tony was never one for kissing much before Steve. In fact, before Steve he could probably count on one hand the amount of times that kissing didn’t lead straight to sex. But when Steve slowly slipped his arm around his waist at the end of their first date and so shyly asked if he could kiss him, Tony just about melted. He’d never had anyone ask him such a thing before, so sincerely. And then the kiss itself, just the lightest brush of Steve’s lips across Tony’s, but still enough to electrify him like he’d never felt before.

If that sounds cheesy, it’s because Tony thought it 😆.

As their relationship progressed, Tony discovered that Steve rarely passed up an opportunity to kiss him. Cheek kisses, temple kisses, forehead kisses (Tony’s favourites), and of course, all the different types of lip kisses, whether they led to something more or not. For Tony, kissing became almost more intimate than sex.

For Steve, Tony was the first man he’d ever kissed, so he spent hours researching and even practicing with his pillow (he is the man with the plan, right? 😉) before their first date. He was so nervous beforehand, but that quickly melted away with Tony’s enthuastic response ♥️.

He loves it when Tony stands up on his tiptoes to reach his lips, or when he grabs a handful of Steve’s shirt to pull him down. And his knees always go weak whenever Tony kisses that certain spot just below his jaw 😍.

This was so much fun, thank you! 💖💖

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Hey sweet anon, thank you so much for the ask! 💖

Because of their enhancements, I’ve always headcanoned that neither Steve nor Peter can get sick with any conventional illnesses. They both, however, can become injured, and while we’ve seen a bit of evidence about how not good of a patient Steve is when he’s injured, unfortunately for Tony, Peter’s pretty much the same. Both of Tony’s boys are very impatient with injuries, believing themselves to be almost infallible, which results in them both driving poor Tony mad with trying to keep them still long enough to just heal already. If it’s just Peter who’s hurt then Steve helps him, echoing Tony’s reminders that even with his enhancements he still needs to allow himself time to heal. But Steve’ll be damned if he’ll take his own advice, often forcing Tony to threaten to hold him down with one of his suits in order to keep him still.


This was so fun! Thank you so much again! 💖

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