We Never Really Talked About It But The Ugly Ducking That Grew Up To Be A Beautiful Swan Was Still Probably

Tony never liked being handed things because he was handed his parent's death certificate. Until one night, after being resurrected and being married to his one true love and making sure Pepper and Morgan were okay, Peter hands him something.

"I didn't know how you'd take it. Or if you wanted another. I didn't even know that my body was capable but—" Peter hands him a white stick and a legal sized paper with his lab results, "I'm pregnant, Mr. Stark."

If there's anyone Tony would take anything being handed to him from, it would be Peter.

Obsessed with the fact that the spideypool dynamic can be watered down to “miss you pookie bear” “oh lord” mindset

My wife (ao3) lying in her hospital bed (down for maintenance) as I hold her hand lovingly, waiting for the moment she wakes again (waiting for ao3 to go back up).

Skibidi die.

SEBASTIAN STAN as James "Bucky" Barnes THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | 2021

Nat teaching Peter to fight like a woman because even with his super strength, because of his shorter and slimmer stature he’s still at a disadvantage against a taller, broader, also enhanced opponent, I need a second.

Bucky chuckled at the remark Steve just said, taking a drag from his cigarette. It's a thing they both do while in the tower. They always stand on their own balconies and catch up.

He was about to speak when the balcony door slid open.

A sleepy " Babe?" came from the doorway.

Bucky turned his head to glance over his shoulder, and he smiled at the sight that greeted him.

A half asleep, Peter, wearing only his large henley, was slowly stumbling his way over. Only one eye partly cracked open to see the other still closed. Peter moves stand behind Bucky and presses his face into his back, wrapping both his arms around his waist.

"Come to bed. I need cuddles."

" Yeah? That's what they call it these days?"

Peter snorts a little and squeezes a small hug, giving Bucky's back a couple of kisses.

" I can give you wild ride in the morning. But I wanna cuddle with you tonight. It's too quiet without you. "

" Aw, Doll. You feelin' soft tonight and want pillow talk?"

Peter laughs a little and pulls away from Bucky to head back inside.

" That line might have worked back in your day but not on me. I'm tired, and I need your snoring to put me to sleep. "

" I don't snore,"

" Sure babe, don't be too long. Night Steve."

" Uh.. night Peter."

The door slides shut again, and Bucky frowns at it before looking back at Steve.

" I don't snore."

Steve raises his hands up in an ' I don't know ' gesture.

" You snored before the war... maybe you're just relaxed enough to... snore again."

" Shut it, punk. If anyone snores, it's you."

" Well, uh... 'babe' when did this happen? Does Tony know?"

Bucky points at Steve after putting his cigarette out.

" Not a word."

And then he opens the sliding door to his room and just as quietly closes it behind him. Steve is left alone on his own balcony, staring at the spot. Bucky just was out.

" Shit "