NOT FOR LONG.
In which Tony and Steve find out that their son is Spider-man.
“We have to let him,” Steve said.
“What?”
“We have to let him join the Avengers.”
Complete and total silence. “I’m sorry? Did I hear you right? I must not have heard you right. Because I could swear you just said we had to let our sixteen-year-old son join the Avengers. But you can’t have said that, because that is fucking insane. Do you have any idea how dangerous…”
“He’s not going to stop. I know it, you know it; that’s why you’re reinforcing his costume – we both know he’s going to be using it again. There’s no ifs ands or buts about it. We can’t keep him from doing this.”
“The hell we can’t,” Tony muttered. It was clear from his petulant tone that he agreed with Steve, he just didn’t like it.
“What we can do is keep an eye on him. We can make sure he has the best training, the best equipment, the best team.”
Tony wrapped his arms around Steve and buried his face in the crook of the super-soldier’s neck.
“I hate it when you make sense,” he murmured, pulling Steve as close as possible.
Steve didn’t say anything, just held his husband close, nose buried in Tony’s hair.
“We did a good job with him, huh?” Steve murmured, running his hand up his husband’s back and tracing the line of his spine through his shirt.
“Too good a job,” Tony grumbled against Steve’s neck.
“No such thing,” Steve responded. The smile on his face was small and bittersweet. (x)
Tony and Steve discover the identity of the Spider-Man.
STOP MAKING ME CRY.
RIGHT IN THE SUPERFAMILY FEELS
never you mind where the evening should find us together
distance can’t take what is hidden here safe in my chestaudio: (x)
