"His name is Peter Parker." The adoption agent stated. "He's quite a handful, very energetic." The baby giggled loudly and began to place his hand all over Steve's face, which earned a laugh from him as well.

Tony knew Steve was in love with the child right then and there, and the memory of that day often echoed in Tony's brain, especially as of the past couple of weeks, and Tony shook his head in order to it of the memory.

It had been over a week since they had last heard from the adoption agency, had last made a visit to come and see Peter, and Tony hadn't seen Steve all day. It hadn't been because of Tony being locked up all day, but the exact opposite, he had been out, getting things Steve demanded, like diapers, while the Captain was locked up in the 'nursery'. Tony came into the kitchen and dropped the shopping on the table, wondering if Steve was still cooped up in the bedroom. When the subtle tones of The Andrews Sisters reached his ears, he knew that Steve was still up there. Following the music, tony found his way to the room, and found Steve happily swishing both his hips and a paintbrush about. Tony smiled softly, and leaned against the door frame. His mind wandered, and wondered, why did Steve want this so much? Tony thought back to the day they walked into the agency, they were recognized almost immediately. Captain America and Ironman. They were coming to adopt a child… Were they even allowed to do that? They went through the steps; they did all the paper work. No 'criminal record' (which was true thanks to the folks at SHIELD), and they lived- No, they didn't live in a fit environment. Which is what worried Tony to no end, but he remembered the day they went to meet the children, and when Steve picked up the baby boy….

Steve was hopeful, at least. He wanted this, he wanted this more than he had wanted anything before, and it worried Tony, because they lived in a sad society where not everyone gets their wishes granted. He watched as Steve came in every day from shopping, bringing in cribs, and strollers, paint, and toys and bottles. It broke his heart to see Steve so happy, when he knew there was only a small chance that they were going to adopt this little boy, this Peter Parker. It tugged at Tony's heart strings whenever Steve would come bounding into his workshop with a big goofy grin and a question like 'What colors do you think work best?' Though, it was quite funny, seeing the star spangled man acting with such a feminine attitude, but he knew that it was just an overabundance of hope, and it was heart-breaking. Tony sighed, and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned. Steve heard the breath of air, and turned, smiling brightly at Tony. He brought his arm to his cheek to wipe some sweat away, only to have a streak of blue be replaced there. Tony chuckled lightly, and stood away from the door frame.

"Tony." Steve said, smiling, no greeting, the other names was enough. He rushed to Tony, and kissed him happily. "I'm glad you're back. I think I'm going to need your help with this. I've painted one wall…" Steve then pulled away, and then looked to the room, one hand on his hip. " and the other wall a different one. I really liked both colors, and thought I could have both, but they look awful together." Steve huffed, and looked to Tony. "What do you think?"

Tony rolled his eyes, and looked to the walls, one of them was only half painted, but they looked exactly the same in Tony's eyes. He was often picky about colors, take his Iron Man suits for example, but these two shade of blue were identical. Tony looked at his husband with a cropped lip.

"They look exactly the same," Tony began," they're both blue."

Steve gave a light stomp, and huffed again. "No, it's not! Look, Tony!" Steve grabbed his other, and dragged him over to the corner where the two walls connected, sticking him incredibly close to the wall.

"You better not get paint on my suit, Steve." Tony grumbled.

"Look at the wall, Tony."

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm looking." Tony sighed, and looked. He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged lightly. "They look the same."

"Look harder!" Steve stated, pushing the other closer to the wall. "The one on the right is 'Blue Nile' and," The Captain pointed to the one on the right, and then the left. "And this one is Amalfi."

"Amali-what?!" Tony groaned, spinning around in Steve's arms, and gently pushing the other away. "Steve, this is ridicules!" Steve rolled his eyes at Tony.

"It's not ridicules, I just want Peter to have a nice room when he get he-"

"Who says he's getting here?!" Tony shouted, cutting Steve off. The billionaires chest heaved, and he took a deep breath. He had lost his temper, he was going to regret that later. "Steve, sweet heart," Tony began again, moving forward to grip Steve's muscular shoulders. "I just don't think that-"

"Don't you want to start a family with me, Tony?" Steve near whispered, cutting Tony off. He looked into the rich brown of his Iron Mans' eyes, and shook his head lightly, pushing Tony's hands from his shoulders. Tony stared, wide eyed.

"Steve, that's not it." Tony tried to apologize. "It's everyone else, we live a dangerous life, and-"

Steve held up a hand, it seemed nobody was going to get a word in today. There was silence for a little while, and Tony took a step back, his expression becoming flat and dead lined, he needed to think for a moment, but he also needed Steve to understand the situation. Tony reached up, and grabbed his fellow hero's hand, quickly bringing it down so he could look eye to eye with the man. Tony took in a deep, cleansing breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them once again, a new determination within then.

"Steve." His words were hard, but loving. "I do want this, I love that little boy now just as much as you do. When I see you hold him, or whenever I do, I know that he belongs with us, but you have to realize that life doesn't work that way. We are two men, two men who risk their lives every day where the people we love and cherish are put in danger every minute of every second of every day. I just…" Tony groaned, plopped himself on the box that held the crib, and released Steve's wrist. "I just don't think that this is the safest environment for him, for Peter… They might not let us have him." Tony heard Steve sigh, and watched as his wonderful star spangled man with a plan kneel in front of him. "I feel like he's ours, Steve, I really do… But everyone else might not agree." Tony looked up to Steve, his own expression reflecting one of a missing piece, while Steve merely smiled, hope glistening in his eyes.

Steve lifted a hand, and placed it on his husbands slightly stubble covered cheek, and ran his thumb along it. He leaned forward, and presses their foreheads together. He breathed slowly, smiling softly still, and reached out with his other hand to grip Tony's. After a few moments of quite, he pulled away.

"I know it's dangerous, Tony." Steve mused, chuckling softly. "I know that plenty well, but any hero does, but we not always hero's, you know. Sometimes, we are a regular couple, and to be quite honest, that bothers me. I always want to be a hero, I always want to make people hopeful, and make them feel safe, but I want to be a different kind of hero. I want to be a dad, Tony. I want to be a little kids hero in the sense that… that… I can go out and play catch, of help him learn his ABC's and kill the monsters under his bed." Steve laughed again, this time much softer, and tears welled in his eyes. Tony gulped, and gripped the Captains hands tightly. "We can do this, Tony. We can protect him. We can be a family."

"Steve, I-" Tony was once again cut short, and he cringed when the ringing of his cell phone echoed in the room.

"Answer it," Steve said, standing, and walking away in order to continue painting. "It might be important."

Tony nodded, and lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He questioned, his voice cracking some. He coughed lightly, and repeated himself in a deeper tone.

"Hello, Mister Stark-Rogers?" The woman on the other line said, her voice all too chipper. "This is Mrs.Johnson, your adoption agent? To cut it short, I have wonderful news for you. Your paperwork and background checked cleared, and we need to make a date for you to come pick up Peter."