#doesn't help that waltz is screaming crying at our bedroom door every morning at like 7am

[mercymaker]

i just want to sleep and rest and not have all this tummy pain

[starker-fluff]

Redeemed steve rogers finds out about being Tony happily married to 19 years old peter parker and he doesn't approve of this. other redeemed avengers and bucky are fined with it

(you don’t understand how much I love this request. I hope I did ok)

Bitch Ass Boomer

Warnings: Homophobia, light swearing, mentions of honeymoon fend frolicking to be had

Not everything can be forgiven, but at least this was a set in the right direction. The so called “rogues” are moving back into compound officially. Bucky, Natasha and a few others had came and milled around for a few days already. During those day, those few found out about Peter and Tony’s marriage and threw a makeshift party as a late celebration to make up for them not attending the wedding.

“Bucky!!” Came Peter’s excited screech as the boy came barreling down the expansive hall to bear hug the man to had basically become his brother over the short weeks they had spent together. Bucky had been away for a few days to go meet up with Steve and convince the man to come move into the compound. Bucky smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair as the previously mentioned blonde walked into the room, the mood of the room changed. It was an odd feeling and had the boy shuffling on his feet.

“Parker right? You’re the spider kid, Peter Parker right?” Steve finally broke the silence. Peter nodded, glancing up to Bucky who padded the boy’s head before walking outside to grab some boxes.

“Yeah. Um.. It’s actually Peter Stark now.. Tony m-“ Peter tried to explain about Mr Stark and his marriage but Steve interjected.

“Tony finally adopt you did he? Oh that’s great. I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna do it.” Steve had chuckled but stopped when he saw the discomfort of the boy’s face. “What kid?”

“He.. He didn’t adopt me. He married me.” Peter spoke shyly, eyes dropping to the ground as Steve started... started laughing at him.

“Aww kid. That’s funny. You marrying Tony. Tony being in a relationship with a kid, let alone a boy. That’s funny kid.” Steve ruffled the kids head, stopping when he head the boy whimper under his hand.

“Wait? You seriously believe that? God, does Stark know about this delusion? I’m sure we can get you some kind of help and get you a nice girl your age to marry.” Steve’s words cut deep, the boy had tears rolling down his cheeks when Bucky came back in. Seeing Steve’s hand on the boy and said boy sobbing.

“STEVE!! What the fuck did you do?!” He dropped the box and pushed the super solider away from his little brother.

“Bucky, he thinks he’s married to Tony? We have to fix him, like we fixed you.” Bucky’s concerned expression turned to one of down right anger.

“YOU DID NOT FIX ME!! Being bisexual is nothing bad!! Nor is being gay bad! Peter is married to Tony, no one in this world gives to shit apart from people like you. So Steve, Shut the fuck up.” Bucky hugged the sobbing boy close and guided him into the safety of the compound. Peter was hurt and confused as Steve was meant to be Captain America, he’s suppose to be kind and just... Not.. Not like this.

“Get your own fucking shit.” Bucky snapped back to the stunned and frustrated Steve.

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Later That Night

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The main gang, minus Thor, sat around in the living room enjoying a round of drinks after a stuffing dinner. Chatting and laughing, ignoring the awful tension hangin in the air. Tony was trying his best to get closer to Peter but every time he went to hold his husband’s hand the boy would move his hand away. After a long hour of Peter’s odd behaviour Steve decided to bring up the little conversation he and the boy had had earlier in the hall, thinking that everyone would back him up now.

“Hey, Tony. You know you’re kid there thinks you and he are married. He’s got Bucky convinced. You wouldn’t marry a nineteen year old, let alone a boy. I think you gotta send the boy to a camp or something. I’m sure they got those around still.” Everyone went dead silent at Steve’s words, watching Tony’s cigs slowly turn and figure out what had been going on all day.

“Excuse m-“ Tony went to question when Peter jumped to his feet and quickly rushed out of the room. Tony went to run after him but Bucky put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Nat and I have Peter.” Bucky said as the two Russians quickly made their way after the boy whilst Tony’s attentioned turned to Steve. The man was seeing red. Walking over to the super solider he landed a right hook straight into his jaw.

“Don’t ever talk to my husband like that ever again. There is nothing wrong with him! Sure he is young but he’s old enough. We didn’t want to wait and as for him being a boy! So what if he has a penis! If Peter was a girl I would still marry them. I love him so if you ever hurt him again... I’ll do more then hurt you.” Tony was seething, fire in his eyes and his fingers clenched in anger. Turning on his heel he marched out of the room, all the other tailing sending Steve looks of disappointment and disgust.

“Tony.” Peter’s soft voice squeaked from the arms of Natasha who was doing her best to calm the crying boy. Tony made quick work of bundling the boy up in his arms.

“I got you, Bambi. Don’t listen to anything that man says. He’s stuck in the past. You are perfect and I love you.” Tony continued to whisper sweet nothings to his distraught husband. Picking the boy up in his arm the older man smiled thankfully to those around him before taking his sweet doe eyed boy up to their bedroom.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to cause all that.” Peter’s voice cracked, trilling with emotion as he was placed down on the bed. Tonight was suppose to be a fun night before the two would go off on their honeymoon, which they had put off for months now in order to try and get everyone back.

“Hey now, now of that was your fault. I didn’t know Steve was that kind of guy. I just assumed he was going to be like Bucky not... not like he was.” Tony slowly undressed, chucking his T-shirt beside the boy before pulling on some fresh underwear. Peter followed suit and changed out of his clothes, putting on fresh underwear as well as Tony’s discarded tshirt. It was a routine by now. If the shirt was dirty or sweaty it went in the hamper and Peter slept in his own shirt but if Tony’s shirt was clean and decent then it’s Peter’s. It started as a cute comfort thing and now it was just one of those things they did. The couple climbed into bed, Tony pulling his emotionally exhausted spider tight to his chest. Peter finally melted into his husband and let himself relax, the whole day had been full of Peter jumping away and turning away Stark’s affectionate advances which cut deeper then anything Steve could say but as the two listened to eat other’s heart beats every was fine and the cuts slowly healed. Well until Peter rolled over and sat in “Mr Stark’s” lap and started moving in a way that should be illegal. Guess the boy felt like he had to stake his claim, not that Tony was complaining.

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The Next Day

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The loved up couple woke the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping, a lovely alarm clock that Tony made for them because it was Christmas and even the evil guys don’t fuck with Christmas. Peter woke up with a giddy smile and wiggle of his sore bum and Tony woke up with a groan as he bitch slapped he alarm clock.

“Few more minutes..” Tony mumbled as Peter nudged at him. Ever since the two began to sleep in the same bed Tony’s been sleeping like the sleeping beauty, something about have his world in his arms just calmed him and out his anxieties to rest enough for the poor man to sleep. Now Tony was just like every other human once they discover the true power of sleep.

“No come on. It’s our honeymoon! Come one we gotta get going.” Tony show up and scooped Peter up in his arms.

“I was promised kinky sex and kinky sex I shall get.” Tony proclaimed as he marched the two of them to the bathroom to shower and get ready for their journey.

When Peter and Tony finally came out into the compound kitchen they were met by a lovely stack of waffles and assorted condiments as well as a large banner that hung across the roof saying “HAPPY HONEYMOON!” Peter beamed at those around him; Bruce, Nat, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey and even T’Challa and Everett were waving from a little hologram on the table but best for last.. Tony was there with him. Everyone sat down and had a nice breakfast. Tony gloated about having such a flexible young husband that could “do the rounds” which lead to Nat covering her ears and telling Tony to never speak like that about her child again. This was family, this was all Peter ever wanted. During the whole chaos of screaming Vision handed Peter a little gift that was a necklace that was a small avengers logo made out of vibranium. There was a small little icon for each member of the team, Tony and Peter being in the centre. It was a gift to bridge the gap, from one side to the other.

“Come one guys. This is ridiculous. Has he got you all drugged or something? There is no way that Tony married this kid! It del-“ Peter shot up and with a flick of his wrist Steve’s mouth was webbed shit. The tiny boy marched his way over to Steve, looking him square in the eye as he kicked the solider full force in the nuts. Sure that stuff wouldn’t usually hurt but Peter was one of the strongest on the team so.. Steve was doubles over clutching his parts for dear life.

“I have a honeymoon to get to.” Peter huffed as he turned around, waltzing back to Tony where he grabbed hold of his husband’s tie and tugged him towards the exit. The cheering avengers wolf whistled and hollered as the followed the couple to the door, waving them a goodbye before everyone went about their day. Bucky returned to where Steve was now sitting on the ground but the freezor with a pack of peas over his nuts.

“I told you Steve, shut the fuck up.” Bucky smirked as he left with a plate full of waffles.

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