May the good lord be with you down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home
And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true
And unto others as you'd have done to you

Be courageous and be brave, and in my heart you'll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young

May good fortune be with you, may your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven with a prince or a vagabond

Any may you never love in vain, and in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young

Forever Young-Rod Stewart

Peter-Age 9 months

"Steve! Steve!" Tony called as he strode through Stark Tower, slightly blinded by the golden ribbons of sunlight dancing through the large windows. "Steve, where are you?"

"I'm here Tony, calm down," The captain stepped out of the bathroom just wearing pants and a towel was draped around his broad shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find Peter, I swear I checked on him earlier this morning and he was sleeping like the little spider baby he is. I walked away, showered, and when I came back he wasn't there!" Tony explained his voice microscopically drizzled with concern.

"Did you leave the door open?" Steve rubbed his hair dry with the towel and tossed the towel in their laundry bin outside their bedroom.

Tony gave him the I'm-not-that-careless look. "I left it open a crack, the way he likes it and his crib bars were pulled up; there's almost no possible way he could've gotten out."

Steve let out a deep sigh, just as puzzled and confused as the CEO. "Well, we know for a fact he's somewhere on this floor because we have gates on all the stairs. The-"

"Cap," Tony interjected. "if Peter somehow got over his crib bars, than he can probably get over…the…gates…" Tony's voice faltered as his eyes widened with fear, something almost no one ever saw in his eyes. "Shit! That means he could be anywhere!"

"I'll have a look around downstairs and you look on this floor and your workshop, god forbid he got in there." Steve commanded and before Tony could say anything ran downstairs in search of Peter.

Tony took off running to one side of the floor and burst into the bedroom he and Steve shared. He didn't hear or see anything Peter related in the room, he preceded to their walk-in closet almost replete with their clothes. Still nothing showed up, even after looking through all the clothes hanging up. He checked their bathroom and just as he thought,

No Peter.

Tony could hear Steve downstairs calling for Peter, obviously having as much luck as he was having. He ran into Peter's room, across the room from his, and analyzed it. The crib bars were still pulled up, his blankets and toys were still there, and everything was in its place; the only thing missing was baby Peter. Tony swore under his breath again at the child's incredible hide-and-seek skills. He dejectedly left the room and headed towards the living/ bar area that overlooked Manhattan and checked under the couch and even under the pillows for his son. All he got was air.

"Peter? Peter? Daddy's gonna get ya, daddy's gonna get ya." Tony said in a singsong voice and whistled. "Peter, if you don't come out I'll tell Pepper not to come tod-"

Something bounced off his head and to his feet, the object rolling on its side a little. The ceiling couldn't be falling apart; the tower had been remodeled less than two years ago after Loki tried to take over New York City. Tony raised an eyebrow and he picked up and examined the object. It wasn't a chunk of plaster but plastic pacifier-Tony glanced up and met the chocolate doe-eyes of Peter…crawling on the ceiling upside down, still dressed in his red and blue footie pajamas. How the infant got up there, Tony had no clue, but he'd figure that out later. He needed to get his son off the ceiling now…

"Steve, I found him!" He called.

"Where are you?" Steve's voice replied from downstairs.

"By the bar counter and he's…well…" Before Tony could finish his sentence, the captain was in their kitchen. Tony pointed at the ceiling and Steve raised an eyebrow. Peter's unmistakable giggle drew his attention towards the baby on the ceiling; Tony restrained himself from laughing at Steve's what-the-hell-is-going-on-here face.

"How did he get up there? Are we going to have to put a plastic dome over his crib or something now?" Steve questioned running a hand through his blonde hair, still slightly damp from his shower.

"It doesn't matter, yet at least." Tony quickly replied before climbing onto the bar counter.

Peter still hung there giggling his adorable little baby giggle that made a smile grow across both his dads' faces despite their concern. Tony held out his arms, steadying himself and reached out towards the bundle of red and blue on his ceiling. Damn, just out of his reach. Tony gingerly stepped forward a little bit and his fingertips brushed against Peter's pajamas…

Tony felt himself fall forward off the counter, out of the reach of baby Peter. Steve shot forward and caught his partner in his arms, Tony's faced buried in his muscular chest. Tony embraced the solider as a silent thank you before he looked up at Peter again, still on the ceiling. He mentally cursed his son.

"Get on my shoulders." Steve ordered, kneeling down.

His husband followed his command and sat on his shoulders and Steve stood at his full height, holding Tony's legs as he sat up on his shoulders. Tony reached above him, towards Peter but he fell short even sitting upon Steve's massive frame. He swore under his breath enough to make any other mother slap him across the face with her handbag, but who needed a mom when you had two superhero dads? Steve steadied himself and gripped Tony's legs tighter as he reached up again and…

"What in the world are you two doing?"

Tony and Steve whipped their head towards the source of the voice and Pepper stood on the other side of the room, a layer of confusion as thick as molasses resting on her face. Her red hair was pulled away from her face, like she would do at work, but a casual pair of skinny jeans with a flowing blue short-sleeved tunic and silver sandals replaced her work clothes. She shook her head and set her handbag on the couch before walking over to where the couple was standing on top of each other.

"How did he get up there?" She asked the question that had been asked at least fifty times in the last half hour.

"No clue, we're trying to get him down now." Tony replied, looking down at his assistant.

"I can see that." Pepper's eyes rested on Steve for a moment, and then Tony, then Peter, then Steve again; a light bulb in her mind turned on. Maybe it could work…

"Steve would you be able to hold a little more weight?" She asked, taking off her sandals and climbing onto the bar counter.

Steve caught onto her idea and nodded. "Yeah, I've held more before, it's just a matter of whether Tony can hold you of not."

"Excuse me, what?" Tony hated not being informed of anything that involved him in some way, shape, or form.

"Tony, would you be able to lift me up so I could grab little Pete here?" She explained, pointing at their spider-baby on the ceiling.

"Um, yeah. I can do it." He answered, doubtful of himself; what if he dropped her and Peter? He gulped at the thought.

Pepper stood at the edge of bar and Tony wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, feeling Steve wobble a little. Tony held her up a little higher as Pepper gently wrapped her arms around the infant easily pulling him off the ceiling. Peter giggled as Tony set Pepper back down on the bar counter and he jumped off Steve's shoulders, sighing in relief and thanking god Peter was okay, despite being an atheist. Pepper held Peter's tiny hand in her's, gently rocking him back and forth, as she slid off the counter.

"Hi Peter, remember me? I'm Pepper." She crooned earning a smile from the boy.

Peter reached out towards Steve as he came into view, his eyes sparkling like the stars. Peter's godmother gently handed him the baby and Steve ruffled his hair, cradling him against his bare chest as he took a seat on the couch. Tony couldn't help but laugh at how even smaller Peter looked in Steve's arms. Tony took a seat beside his husband and gently stroked Peter's dark hair and kissed his forehead.

Pepper joined the couple on the couch holding up the object in her handbag, a little black velvet spider plushie that smiled at their baby. She shook it in front of his face, a little jingling sound echoing off the walls of the room, and Peter reached for it eagerly. Pepper gently placed the toy in the baby's hands and Peter immediately held it close against his tiny body, smiling that adorable baby smile every parent wanted to see.


Author: I absolutly LOVE the superfamily, it's just too cute for words :3 This is part one of a six-part oneshot series for my older sister's birthday (which was back in June, belated birthday presents FTW XD) It's because of her I'm obsessed with Marvel right now, I've seen 22 Marvel movies in the past 4 months (Avengers 3 times, Spider-man (2012) 3 times, Thor 4 times, Captain America 4 times, Iron Man 3 times, Iron Man 2 2 times, Spider-man(Raimi) 2 times and the Incredible Hulk 1 time, but I didn't like it all that much. I have a problem

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MAGURIE AND GARFIELD. PLEASE DON'T. MY OVARIES MIGHT EXPLODE.

Enjoy!
~Yukihikari