So, I was writing, and this happened #TheFirstOfMany
Steve was sitting on the couch when he heard a loud scream.
Instantly on alert, he jumps up and runs for whatever’s happening, turning the corner to find Peter looking down at Tony, the 40 year old face-down on the carpet.
“Uh… Tony?”
Steve looks up to see Harley and the others.
There is a loud thunk as Tony jumps to his feet.
“Harley Tyson Keener…” Tony growls, “You have some explaining to do!”
Harley lets out an embarrassed chuckle.
“Uh… What?”
Tony leans back a little, fingers twitching, before turning to Peter, putting his hands on his knees with a soft smile.
“Petey-pie, what did you just say about Harley?”
Peter’s face lights up.
“I love Harley and I’m gunna marry him in future!” the four-year-old booms, giving a very angelic smile, filled to the brim with joy.
It feels like a complete punch to the gut, Peter even having an outline of what those words mean...
Steve’s fists tighten.
“Heh heh, uhhh…” Harley backs away a bit, smile frozen, “I’m just… Gunna…”
“Keeeeenerrr!” Tony hisses, as Harley makes a break for it, Tony hot on his heels.
Steve watches them go, before turning back to everyone else, who are watching the current events with varying forms of entertainment, Clint practically jumping up and down on his feet in excitement.
“Nat, Sam, Bruce: you’re on Tony duty. The rest of you lot, scram,” Steve says, taking a slow breath, before turning to Peter, crouching down to reduce how intimidating he could look.
“Hey, do you want to come and help me cook some pop-tarts?” he asks, offering a hand.
Completely forgetting what had just occurred between his Dad and brother-figure, Peter runs over to Steve, grabbing his hand with an eager grin.
“YEAH!” Peter nods, Steve mentally talking himself out of grabbing the bubble-wrap as they head for the kitchen...
