And finally we have the gay babies Tony and Steve reuniting again! I love to write for this, and I want to thank everyone who's reading. And I know that I thank you all so much but you have no idea how much that it does mean to me that people even take a glance at this book!

I'm trying to make my chapters for this as long as possible and I hope that I'm doing a good enough job at that!

It's a Sunday night, I'm supposed to be revising after a day of chilling out in the sun but I thought up of new ideas and bit extremely motivated to write!

Everyone protect my sons Tony, Bruce and Phil pls.

For once in his life, Tony Stark is early, which is something that never happens because usually, the places that Tony is being dragged to or being forced to go to are places that Tony would rather be dead than alive to be in, and usually with that, that means that arriving fashionably late gives Tony Stark the best type of entrance to any party or club.

Today however, it's different, because Tony actually kind of wants to go to Steve's house - because after a lot of dwelling and ranting to Jarvis who would rather see Tony going out than staying in, Tony had decided to actually go to Steve's house - and that's weird. Because Tony never wants to go anywhere, no matter how the media portray's the teenager as a social butterfly and never out of social interactions, Tony prefers the comfort of himself, and Rhodey.

But this is Steve. Wonderful, big hearted and kind Steve. Who goes out of his way to make sure that Tony is comfortable - because he never stares at his arc reactor, or brings it up in conversations whenever he noticed how insecure Tony was about it- and is on a constant text alert for Tony to text him. No matter what time of the day that it is.

Which is odd. Because it's not like Tony doesn't like the extra affection and friendship, because he does, it just doesn't settle with Tony in a sorta guilty way. Tony knows why, he knows it's because Tony feels guilty that Steve doesn't know the real him, that he doesn't know of the money that he had stashed in his savings accounts or the empire company that he'll inherit whenever Howard dies - and Obi as well.

But he'll tell him. Just not yet, but soon.

Taking one of Howard's cars - the most basic and less expensive car that Tony can find in the underground garage that was not destroyed by the explosion - was an easy task, and Tony trusts Jarvis enough not to squeal on the young stark of the house on Howard as he takes the drive from Long Island to Brooklyn.

It's a long drive, and Tony makes sure that he's pilled the back seats with food and drink because if there's one thing that his parents have taught him, it's that he can't show up to somebodies house empty handed - and he takes that to his grave, whether the gift to the house is a candle, food or cocaine.

"21...23...25...There it is! 27!"Tony cheers to himself, the car moving a slow speed down the smooth road, trying his best to dodge kids that are running out onto the road for their stray ball. Tony isn't use to seeing children out in the streets playing and having fun, and there's something warm in his chest to see that the cold and snow outside only increases their enthusiasm about playing outside in the snow.

Steve's neighbour is straight out of day time television show. The houses are almost so similar if it wasn't for the difference in cars, the colour of doors or what's in their front lawn, and the hosted are fairly small from the outside but Tony expects them to be larger on the inside. But they're nice, the homes actually look like homes.

It reminds Tony of the Rhodes neighbourhood, although the houses are a lot bigger and probably cost a lot more, but it was obvious that they were homes that people lived in, from the newly planted flowers in the flowerbeds to a football forgotten in the drive away.

Tony is pulling into the empty slot in Steve's driveway, up beside a beat up silver hyundai that's missing it's left side wing mirror. Suddenly, Tony feels incredibly out of place with driving Howard's beautiful red sports car in a neighbourhood like this. He's basically screaming that he's not more money than enough.

"Stop being so panicky. Nobody will suspect a thing."Tony grumbles to himself as he turns on the ignition and starts to unbuckle his seatbelt. It's been a miracle that he's gotten this far without Steve suspecting a thing, but then again, Steve doesn't look like the type of person who would be interested in weapon manufactural - something Tony hopes to change whenever he takes over.

After a couple of minutes of prepping himself to get out of the car, Tony is collecting the bags of food and drink out from the backseat and closing the car door shut with a bump of his hip, the car locking automatically. Reaching Steve's front door, Tony can feel the nervousness and panic start to settle at the bottom of his stomach again, and that reminds him;

Did he take his medication? And did he bring extra medication incase he spends the night? And what if he spends the next day as well? What if he runs out? Fuck maybe he should just turn around and go back home because knowing Tony he probably forgot and if he forgot then the risk or something going dramatically wrong is very very high-

"Tony!"And that one sound of his name, in that sweet familiar voice manages to make all of Tony's worrying thoughts disappear, melting the tension and the worry from his face as he's greeted with the welcoming grin that's plastered on Steve's face.

And fuck, isn't he a beautiful sight? With his soft naturally blonde hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes that Tony could get lost in if he stared for to much. There's not a cut or mark on Steve's face, bruising and stitches haven't healed from his last fight and not even a blemish on his smooth porcelain skin.

"Steve."Tony breathes our breathlessly with the smallest of smiles, playing it off as being breathless from the weight of the bags that he's carrying. Even in just jeans and a too tight of a jumper - it's Christmas theme and somebody wearing a Christmas themed jumper shouldn't be that hot - Steve is looking amazing.

"You're early."Steve notes but he doesn't seem annoyed by the fact, instead the smile only seems to get bigger and Tony curses the fact that he can feel his face beaten with a blush to know that he's the possible reason behind that smile.

"I am?"Tony questions, rummaging the bags so that he can reach for his phone in the pocket of his favourite MIT hoodie - which doesn't even belong to him and is in fact Rhodeys, evident from the musky cologne smell - and he frowns at the time because he's extremely fucking early."Fuck, I didn't realise. I must've sped here without knowing, I'm a speedy driver-"

"Hey, no, it's all good! You can help me set things up, fuck knows that my friends won't."Steve reassures with a laugh."Oh, here, shit let me take the bags. Come in, come in. Make yourself comfortable, god knows everyone else does."

Steve is taking the bags off of Tony and Tony can't help but to stare just a little at the way that Steve's muscles flex at the new weight and god, why is he only noticing now of how much muscle that Steve has?

As gentlemanly as ever, Steve is taking the bags and moving out of the doorway to let Tony into the house and it's just as Tony expects it to be. A home. A properly lived in home with pictures of Steve and some of his friends hanging on the walls, with freshly cleaned clothes waiting in a laundry basket at the bottom stairs to be taken into the wardrobes and that warm, home like smell that lingers on the clothes and the furnitures.

Tony can feel a feeling of unsettle in the pit of his stomach as he comes to the realisation that he's technically 'gate crashing' a friend get together night. He knows that Steve invited him, but he wonders if his friends were comfortable with the idea, and if they weren't, how would they react with having Tony hanging around on a night that's only for best friends, not no good strangers from Long Island.

Maybe he should just go before they show up,  make up some family emergency excuse or-

"What all did you bring?"Steve exclaims as he carries the heavy bags filled with food, pulling Tony out of his panicked thoughts as they stand in the hallway.

"Oh, um, just some stuff. Like food."

"It feels like you bought the entire store."

"I might've,"Tony gives him a coy smile as he follows after Steve towards the kitchen to set the bags on the counter for later."People tell me that I have a tendency of going a little overboard when it comes to buying people gifts. And I couldn't come to your house without a gift, so there's that too."

"It must've cost you a lot."Steve frowns over at him as he sets the bags on the counter.

"It's fine, it's fine. I, uh, have a part time job on campus."Tony lies whenever Steve continues to give him that 'You shouldn't spend money on wasted food' type of look that makes Tony regret bringing food now."It's at this coffee shop, it's nice, I guess. My co-workers are cute which helps all the same."

Which isn't exactly a lie because for a solid month whenever he was being extra bratty, Howard had cut off his credit card and he had to work for his money. Luckily enough, as a loyal and regular customer, the campus coffee house has offered him a job until he needed it. As much as Tony hated the idea of working, the perks of getting free coffee and working with incredibly cute - older - guys was totally worth it.

"Gals?"

"Guys."Tony bluntly replies, taking out a bag of crisps from one of the many food bags that has been set on the counter. He watches the way that Steve's ears go extremely pink with a blush and Tony worries that maybe this is the hypothetical problem that Tony has been trying to suss out from the start because Steve is too much of a good guy and maybe his flaw is that he's homophobic.

But he hardly doubts that. With all of the flirting that Tony has been doing, he's sure that Steve would've said something by now.

"And please tell me that we aren't going to be playing some noob game, tonight. If I come for a video game night, I expect angry yelling and consoles thrown out of the window."Tony is quickly changing the subject, opening the bag of crisps and leaning against the counter as Steve overcomes his blush and silence.

"There will be no consoles being thrown out the window, Tony"

"Ha! You've obviously never played video games with me and Rhodey. He tries to tell me that I'm a sore loser, which I'm not by the way so don't be fooled by my act of acting like I am, when he got so angry that he kept getting killed that he threw my PlayStation out the window. I made him climb out our door window in the rain to retrieve it."

"He sounds...melodramatic?"Steve bites back a laugh, coming back to himself which Tony is thankful of. He doesn't want to dwell on his sexuality, it isn't a thing that Tony himself really swells on either.

"Oh, he is. He thinks that he's the most chill guy in the world, but he isn't. And he's like super overprotective as well, in that type of endearing friendship type of way that does my head in but I wouldn't change it for the world? And I guess, if it wasn't for Rhodey pulling my ass outta situations I'd be dead by now."Tony shrugs, stuffing a handful of crisps into his mouth.

"What do you mean by situations-"

"Enough about Rhodey! Your friends! What do I need to know about your friends?"Tony is changing the subject swiftly as he looks over at Steve, leaning further back into the counter as if it will make the moment any less awkward, instead it just makes his chest seem to stick out further and show off the arc factor under his hoodie more prominently in the kitchen lighting.

"Not a lot, I guess."Steve shrugs, fiddling with his hands."There's Bucky, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Natasha and Phil. I'll introduce you to them all whenever they arrive. Phil and Clint are dating-"

Tony's nerves immediately calm down with that statement that Steve is obviously not homophobic if two of his best friends are dating. Thank god.

"-And will be will be arriving together, even though Clint would be late to his own funeral, Phil is extremely punctual. Natasha shows up whenever she likes and you might not even know that she's hear because she's crafty at making an entrance without actually making an entrance.
Thor is possibly bringing Bruce with him, I'm not sure, and Bucky lives across the road but he'll be the past one here, I'm sure of it."

"That's, that's a pretty large bunch."Tony swallows thickly, glad to have the bag of crisps in his hands to fiddle with, something that only makes his nerves more known to Steve who looks on with a frown of concern.

"Everything will be fine. I mean, they are overwhelming and forward but they don't mean any harm and I'll be looking out for you to make sure you're comfortable, alright?"

"You're too sweet, Steve."Tony gives Steve the smile, a smile that Tony only has reserved for the people that deserve it, a blush dashing across the high cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose as he looks on at Steve.

"Just looking out for a friend."and despite the smile that graces Steve's beautiful face, Tony can't help but he let his flatters just slightly.

Yeah, friend.

This is a lot shorter than what I usually write for this but I needed to update bc I have no time to write tomorrow and I also need to update a different fic tomorrow and I'm so swamped and I have my first GCSE exam of this year on Tuesday and I'm so fuckkkkkked (:

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