Prompt fill. Again. Another jealous!Peter. Poor baby.
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"Steve," Tony appeared at the top of the stairs, calling quietly down to his husband, "I'm putting Pete to bed now."
Glancing up from the paperwork he had to go over due to their latest mission, Steve sighed and leaned back in his seat, "Alright, I'll be up soon. Love you, Tony."
"Love you, too, Capsicle." After flashing a brief but bright grin, Tony disappeared again down the dark hall with their baby in his arms.
With a faint smile, Steve bent forward and quickly finished the last of what he was working on. Being Captain Americacould be such a pain sometimes. Too much paperwork and stress… But the world needed him. Needed them. And he couldn't let everyone down because he was a little swamped. Besides, even if he didn't care about the rest of the human race, he did have a family now. A wonderful husband and son, who he would do absolutely anything for.
He shook himself from his thoughts suddenly and rose to his feet, stretching out his cramped limbs with another sigh. The rest of the work could wait, he had his family to attend to. And, more selfishly, he kind of had a date with some much needed sleep. So. Taking the stairs two at a time, he trailed down the hall to baby Peter's room but stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch.
"Shh…" Tony had a squirming Peter cradled in his arms, rocking him gently as he cooed, "S'alright, Peter, it's alright…" Then, so quietly that Steve had to strain his ears to hear it, the raven haired man started to sing a lullaby, voice steady and comforting. "Golden slumbers fill your eyes, smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby…" Even when the boy calmed down and finally seemed to fall asleep, Tony continued singing. He gently set Peter down in the crib, bending over to kiss his forehead before straightening, "Nighty-night, little man."
He's so… Fantastic, Steve thought silently. Which was true, but more so when Tony showed his tender, sweet, caring side, when he wasn't hiding behind those damn walls of his. The blonde haired, blue eyed All-American hero counted himself lucky, however, because Tony never had that front up when it they were alone anymore. When he was hidden from the rest of the world. And though Steve wished the other showed his real self all the time and to everyone instead of just him, it was definitely a start. And anyway, it gave them something private, something they could share that the press couldn't get to, couldn't blow out of proportion or gossip about, so there was that.
But he was letting his mind roam off topic again. The point was, to him, Tony was never more beautiful, more gorgeous and wonderful and just simply remarkable, than when he was the devoted, happy father or the romantic, incredible husband. It was the real Anthony Edward Stark that only he, and now Peter, ever got to see.
And truthfully, he was perfect.
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