*Hi guys! Its Peter again! I think I left off on the fact that my mom and dad ended up sleeping in the same bed, apparently, they remembered what happened the very next day, so let's check that out!*

Steve woke up in cold sweat, the nightmares were coming back again, he looked down to see Tony curled up against him, still fast asleep. Steve slowly tried to pry Tony's hands from off around him, thankfully succeeding, he untangled his leg's from the other's and silently got out of the bed.

'Where can I escape to?' he initially thought, followed by, 'I really need to punch something,' and then his common sense tried to return, "What time is it?" he mumbled, looking over to the digital clock by the bed.

The glowing blue light read, "2:07."

Steve cursed, it was way too early for this, but then his mind told him to, 'Go do something, go run, go punch something,' he sighed and looked down, he was only wearing boxers, he looked around the room and blushed. His and Tony's clothes were strewn across the floor, leading up to the bed, he knew they didn't do anything in fear of hurting the baby, but he still couldn't help but feel embarrassed about the passionate kiss they shared the night before.

He got up and walked over to the closet, picking out some comfortable clothes, he got changed and was about to go out the door until he had a spontaneous thought. Without considering it further, he walked back over to Tony and tucked him in, making sure that he stayed nice and warm, and as a last-second thought he pressed a kiss to Tony's forehead, causing him to smile in his sleep.

Steve blushed and hurried out of the room, trying not to make any noise. He sighed as he leaned against the closed door, 'Where can I go?' he thought, he needed to shake his panic off, he just had the urge to fight something.

'The gym!' his body thought, 'go to the gym! There are punching bags there!'

Steve's mind agreed, 'Shake off the sleepiness,' it thought.

He bobbed his head sleepily as he walked along the dimly lit hallways, trying to remember which way was the way to the gym, he paused after turning a few turns, he was already lost.

He cursed and muttered seemingly incoherent things under his breath, his flight or fight senses going off immediately, causing him to anxiously tap against outer thigh for no apparent reason.

"The gym is here sir," a voice said, causing Steve to nearly punch a wall.

"Jarvis?" he asked

"Yes sir, I'll just light the way."

The lights seemed to get brighter where Jarvis wanted to go, and Steve didn't really have any choice but to follow.

"How did you know I wanted to go to the gym?" Steve mumbled, lightly jogging to the gym at this point.

"You muttered it when you were lost sir," Jarvis explained.

Steve shook his head as he practically ran into the gym, he had to work on that somehow. He quickly found a punching glove that matched his hand and hung up a punching bag to hit. Thankfully the room was already lit up thanks to Jarvis, so he didn't have to bother with the lights.

'Much better, keep punching,' his body thought, feeling more awake and less scared with every punch.

'Nah, let's scare him even more,' his mind seemed to think before images of the war flashed across his eyes.

He saw the soldiers.

He heard the gunshots.

He heard Bucky's voice.

He saw Bucky fall.

He heard Peggy's voice.

He saw the weapons.

He saw the blood.

He saw his punching bag go flying through the air, landing on the other side of the room, a big hole where Steve had just punched.

Steve cursed lightly, getting another punching bag out, hanging it up, and punching, making sure to punch it softer than the last, "Sorry Stark," he muttered under his breath as he punched. "How long did that one last anyway?"

"Approximately 3 minutes sir," Jarvis replied even though no one summoned him.

Steve nearly punched a hole in this bag too out of surprise, "That long?"

"Yes sir, would you like for me to play some music or read a book while you exercise, so you don't see the visions again?"

Steve mumbled a, "Yes please," before punching the bag a bit harder.

Jarvis selected a children's book to read, nothing that would seem triggering for a World War II veteran.

Steve silently thanked Jarvis, it did help with the thoughts.

An hour passed and Steve moved around the room, trying out all of the equipment, but being sure to clean every piece off after he used it, he eventually came back to the punching bag though.

"Sir, Mr Stark is looking for you," Jarvis said.

Steve, still not used to Jarvis, jumped slightly, "Uh, can you tell him where I am, please?"

"Of course sir."

Tony came minutes later, cocooned up in a blanket and looking very drowsy, he thankfully had on a shirt or Steve's face would've turned redder. Steve's eyes involuntarily went to Tony's crotch area and saw that it was thankfully covered by the blanket Tony had wrapped around himself. Steve prayed to the heavens that Tony was at least wearing underwear under that.

"Cap," Tony mumbled, waddling towards Steve.

"Stark," Steve said in reply, slowly stopping punching the bag and taking off the gloves, making sure to clean everything.

"You look sexy," Tony mumbled sleepily, obviously not fully awake yet or his brain would've registered what was coming out of his mouth.

Steve looked away, hoping Tony couldn't see the embarrassment on his face, "Thank you I guess, what are you doing up?"

"Lookin for you," Tony slurred out.

Steve couldn't help but smile at how cute Tony looked all swaddled up. 'Wait!' his mind told him, 'Should you really be thinking this?' it thought.

'Fuck it,' another part of him said, 'This man is adorable and I like him.'

"Let's go to bed," Steve said, trying his hardest to sound warm, "You're obviously still sleepy."

"Sleep is for the weak!"

Steve groaned, so Tony was one of those kinds of people, "I'll lay down with you if you go to bed," he coaxed.

Apparently, sleepy Tony liked that and let Steve guide him out of the gym and back to Steve's room, where Tony laid down on the bed.

"You said you'd stay!" Tony whined, making grabby hands towards Steve.

"Er," Steve muttered, he really needed to take a shower, he tried to think of an excuse to get away for a minute, but his body made the excuse for him, "Oh shi-" he muttered, before covering his mouth and running into the bathroom.

This action jerked Tony awake, Tony wasn't sure what it was, maybe the curse word, maybe the running, or maybe just the fact that Steve didn't look okay. Tony practically leapt out of bed and followed Steve into the bathroom. There he found Steve hunched over the toilet, throwing up all the delicious Italian food they ate last night, though, it didn't look nearly as appetizing now.

Tony walked over to Steve, his softer, kinder side starting to take control of his mind and body, he leaned down and softly rubbing Steve's back "Hey, you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Steve gasped out before clutching the toilet seat for another round of "Spill your guts", but it wasn't the fun gossip type that Tony usually dealt with.

"No, you aren't" Tony muttered under his breath, Steve stopped throwing up for a minute, heaving over the bowl, "Do you want me to go get you something?"

"Water please," Steve croaked out, the acid bile making his throat burn.

Tony dashed out of the room to get a glass of cold water and Steve hovered over the bowl a bit, feeling good enough to flush the contents down the drain.

He put the toilet seat down, breathing heavily, sweating even more, "Aw bub, why'd you have to do that?" he muttered to his stomach as Tony came back with a tall glass of water.

Steve gladly accepted the drink, spitting out the first sip into the sink and then taking tiny sips, the water feeling like a cool ice pack on the inside of his burning throat.

"Better?" Tony asked, kneeling in front of Steve so that they were eye-level.

"Yeah," Steve muttered, rubbing his stomach, "Well bub, you're gonna make me vomit a lot aren't you?"

*Hi! It's, Peter! And for now, I just want to say sorry mom! I didn't mean to! It was just nature!*

"How far along again?" Tony muttered, looking at Steve's still flat stomach.

"I'm technically at around three weeks, the bubs developed around six weeks the normal person though, in about another month I'll be showing," Steve explained, doing the calculations in his head.

"Cute."

"I need to brush my teeth, and take a shower," Steve said, getting up, but feeling dizzy and sitting back down on the toilet seat again, "Maybe in a minute."

Tony just stared at Steve's stomach, as if he were trying to use ultrasound-vision and see the baby in Steve's stomach, he finally looked up, "Anything else I can get you?"

"A hug?" Steve asked, half-joking, half-being real.

To both men's surprise, Tony actually gave Steve a hug, the type of hug that makes you want to lean in and just let yourself be embraced, Tony made sure not to squeeze too hard though, he didn't want to hurt the baby, although, he wasn't really sure if it was really alive yet, "Feel better?" he muttered.

Steve's ears went red as Tony hugged him, but he involuntarily leaned into the embrace, but Tony pulled away after a second, "Er, yeah, I should probably take a shower now."

"Want me to join you?" Tony asked, his sarcasm and grin coming back and replacing the soft person Steve saw before.

"No," Steve said, ushering a smirking Tony out of the bathroom and closing the door on him.

As Steve took his shower, Tony asked Jarvis if he could bring over the best breakfast chef in Malibu so that Steve could at least have a nice breakfast after... that.

.....................

Tony quickly got ready and started talking to Jarvis again, "Hey Jarvis? Is it normal for Cap to-"

"Yes sir, it is perfectly normal for expecting mothers, er, or fathers to get morning sickness."

Tony shook his head, poor Steve, he couldn't do anything about the morning sickness except make him feel better afterwards.

........................

Later on, Steve came out of his room, luckily not that nauseous anymore, but when he arrived in the kitchen he immediately gagged.

"What is that smell?" he asked, holding his hand over his mouth.

Tony, who had taken and shower and gotten changed walked up to Steve, "Eggs and bacon."

Normally, Steve loved eggs and bacon, something that luckily was carried over from the 1940s, but for some strange reason, he couldn't stand the smell of the two foods.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, slightly concerned, as much as he cared for Steve, he also cared about the floors of the mansion and didn't want vomit flowing all over them.

"I, the smell," Steve explained.

Tony immediately told Jarvis to tell the chef to stop and turned back to Steve, "So what do you want?"

Steve thought for a moment, trying to figure out what his stomach wanted, "Pancakes, with lots of cherry syrup and butter, and cheese," he decided then looked down to his stomach, "Do you like cherries bub?"

*YES, I LOVE CHERRIES! Hi again! It's Peter, I just had to say that because apparently fruity sweets were the things that my mom craved a lot when he was pregnant with me, and it seemed to affect my taste... plus I started squealing when my mom told me this but that's beside the point!*

Tony forced himself not to roll his eyes and to tell Jarvis to inform the chef that they'll be having pancakes, of course with Steve's strange request, "You know, the books on pregnancy came, wanna read them?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah, that'd be helpful."

Tony rolled his eyes and went out somewhere, he came back with a fancy library cart filled to the brim with books, which Steve's eyes widened at, "How many did you buy?" he asked, peering suspiciously at the piles.

"Dunno, probably seventy or something."

Steve's eyes bulged at the number, but Tony quickly added, "But most of them are really tiny so don't make your eyeballs pop onto the floor that would be very disgusting and I'd really hate to have you blind, you'd wanna see the kid."

Steve rolled his eyes, grabbed a book and sat on a chair, reading while breakfast was being cooked.

Tony peered over at Steve, 'He's cute when he's focused,' he thought, 'Wait, shit, I'm not supposed to think that,' his mind argued he sighed and tugged a slightly on the cuff of his shirt, he wasn't supposed to be falling for Captain America, but why was he? I mean, they had a very passionate kiss the night before, but Tony did that all the time, why did that one time mean anything to him?

"You're staring," Steve remarked about one full minute after Tony started staring at him, eyes still on the book.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes."

"Nope."

"Yes,"

"No-"

"Breakfast is ready sirs," Jaris said, hoping to not have to listen to their childish argument, and these two were adults supposed to raise a kid.

Steve muttered something under his breath and memorized his page number, getting up from his chair to follow Tony to the dining room.

"So," Tony said digging into his pancakes, "Read up on anything about doctor visits?"

Steve sent him a confused look, "Do you really think I got that far?"

Tony raised his eyebrow at Steve.

"Okay yeah I did," Steve confessed, "For a usual person, it's weeks 4-28, one visit per month, weeks 28-36 1 visit every 2 weeks, and weeks 36-40 1 every week."

"So what does that mean for you and the kid?"

"Weeks 2-14, one per month, weeks 14-18 one every two weeks, and 18-20 every week, plus, at around six weeks for a normal person is when we'll be able to hear the heartbeat of the bub, so out first real doctor visit will let include letting us here the bub's heartbeat."

Tony just nodded, "So you'll have one next month, I'll get the best OB/GYN in California for you, Jarvis?"

"Of course sir, making appointments right now."

Steve blushed and returned to his meal, he still couldn't get over the fact that Tony treated him so well, "So, uh, I just realized I haven't asked you your birthday."

Tony paused for a moment as if he forgot his own birthday, "May 29th, 1973, 27 years old, and you're born on July 4th, independence day because you just couldn't get any more patriotic Mr America."

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

Tony just shrugged, "My dad remembered it more than mine some years."

Steve was shocked, how could a father do that to their kid? "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," Tony mumbled, fishing his breakfast, "I'm used to it by now, but you're like, a hundred or something right?"

Steve did the calculations in his head, "I guess I'm technically seventy-nine, but physically I'm 24."

Tony nodded, pointing to Steve's finished plate, "Wanna go do something? People'll clean that up for you."

Steve looked down, he hadn't realized he'd already finished his breakfast, "Er, sure."

"Sir, you have to work today," Jarvis said, ruining their little moment.

Tony cursed, he had forgotten his vacation had ended, "Fine, well Mr America, you can come with me to a boring meeting and shit, or you could stay home, or you could explore Malibu. What's your choice."

"I, er."

Tony gave him an "Answer please I've got stuff to do," look.

"I think I'll stay here."

"Spicy, let's go, Jarvis! If you wanna go anywhere, just holler!" Tony said, walking to the exit, but he suddenly stopped and practically ran back to Steve, kissing him in the lips before Steve could react, and before Jarvis could say anything, then he left.

Steve stood frozen to the spot, his eyes wide as he ran a finger over his lips, "Well, I'll go... read," he sputtered out walking over to grab a few books from their overly-fancy library cart and heading to his room to read, and potentially sketch every interesting detail of yesterday.

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*Hey! It's, Peter! We have a time-skip again! This is about 5 weeks for my mom, he didn't start showing yet, but it's March 10th, I'll explain later why they remembered that exact date. But the date is significant!*

"So," Tony said, popping his head into Steve's room.

Sometimes, if things got heated the night before, Steve and Tony would sleep in the same bed in either of their rooms, which was about twice a week for the two, despite this, they had never even uttered the three worded sentence that they both desperately wanted to say.

"So what?" Steve asked, putting his pants on.

Tony couldn't quite stop staring at Steve's chiselled body, even if his abs were fading, he still looked really good, "So do you want me to come or?"

Steve looked up, of course, he wanted Tony to come, it was his kid too, but he didn't want to sound too eager at the same time, "Don't the fathers always go?"

"Well, I mean, I didn't know if you wanted me to come or not, so I was just asking."

"Sure," Steve said, thinking about how he wished his bub's other father was here too... his best friend. He slipped a shirt on, not noticing Tony's slight pout as he did so. Steve just rolled his eyes as he buttoned his shirt up.

"Alright, get whatever you want to bring and let's get in the car," Tony said, walking away.

The second Tony went out, Steve reached in his pocket and brought out what looked like an antique pocket watch of some sort, but he popped it open and there it was, a photo of Sergeant James Barnes.

"I miss you, Buck," Steve muttered to the photo, "You have a kid now though, a little bub, I know you'd love them, no matter who they were. I miss you, ya know, and I hope that the little bub gets to meet you... one day. But how did you find me? And where the hell are you now jerk?" he smiled at the last bit, and paused, as if waiting for Bucky to fondly call him, "Punk."

"Who's that?" Tony said, coming into the room, he had turned around and saw that Steve wasn't following him, and couldn't help but investigate.

Steve jumped, quickly snapping the watch closed and got up, "No one," he said quickly, grabbing a small sketchbook and a pencil, "Let's go."

Tony looked sceptical but just shrugged, that was Steve's privacy and he didn't want to intrude.

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They arrived at the OB/GYN soon after, and by soon, I mean that Tony practically ignored all the speed limits yelling, "They're just suggestions Cap!"

Steve, still pretty shaken up from the car ride, sat in the waiting room, sketching out random things, waiting for his appointment, he had already filled out the information sheet so they were just waiting.

Out of habit, Steve's hand drew what was on his mind, and he'd accidentally sketched Bucky's profile, he quickly tried to flip the page but Tony looked up from doing gods know what and peered over at Steve's sketch.

"That's the same guy isn't it, he looks familiar," Tony said.

Steve just looked at the drawing, trying not to frown or cry.

"Who is he?"

Steve could feel the tears stinging his eyes, "Not here," he muttered, just as the nurse called his name.

Both men stood up and followed the nurse, luckily they (and Fury) had already told the doctor about their... predicament so none of the workers were surprised.

They went through the normal procedures, nothing truly interesting, they were told both father and baby were healthy, (BTW I don't know how this works, the last time I was at an OB/GYN was for my little demon pet, I mean, my lovely brother, and i was five so sorry for not remembering the deets, plus I read about this stuff so yeah, and youtube. If anyone would like to fil me in, I'd be so grateful!) then the doctor asked.

"Would you like to hear the baby's heartbeat?"

Both Tony and Steve nodded and the doctor played around with some machinery and suddenly Steve was able to hear the baby's heartbeat.

Steve covered his mouth in shock because it hit him. He was carrying a life inside him, a tiny little life, a fragile life, a life that needed to be protected at all costs.

The heartbeat nearly brought tears to Tony's eyes, he subconsciously grabbed Steve's other hand and thought, 'I am not going to let anyone, and I mean anyone, hurt either of them, I'm going to protect them no matter the cost.'

When they got home, (Tony, thankfully, abided the laws of speed) Tony questioned Steve about the unknown man again.

"He looks really familiar," Tony siad, scooting closer to Steve on his bed.

Steve sighed, it wasn't like he could keep it a secret from Tony, no, not today, not every day, he deserved the right to know. Steve flipped through his sketchbook all the way to the back, finding the pages that were dedicated to his past friend and lover.

"His name is James Buchanan Barnes," Steve muttered under his breath, he could feel Tony's chin resting lightly on his shoulder but Steve really didn't care, "I called him Bucky, and, well, he's the second father of our bub."

Tony nodded, wrapping his arms around Steve, he first studied the photos Steve had drawn of the man, damn they were so realistic, even from memory, then he studied Steve's face and he could tell, he just could, that Steve was holding something back.

"What is it," Tony whispered, holding Steve a bit tighter.

Steve could tell Tony was sincere and trying to help, "Today, March 10, is his birthday, he would've been eighty today," he said, smiling at the last bit.

Tony cocked his head to the side a bit, "So does that mean we fuc-"

"No!" Steve yelled, jumping slightly, his ears getting warm, "No of course not! You remember! He was young, he looked my age, around twenty-five!"

"Yeah," Tony said, pecking Steve on the cheek in hopes of calming him down, but he got the exact opposite reaction, "Maybe he got captured or something? Or the ice thing?"

"Maybe," the volume of Steve's voice suddenly lowered, Tony could hear something in it, pain heartbreak, he couldn't quite place it, but Tony just knew it was bad " I just wish, I wish so much that he'd send, send a sign, a note, something, just so that I could tell him, tell him that, that he..."

Tony noticed Steve trailed off, so he finished the sentence for him, "That he has a has a little baby on the way," Tony paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, "and that you love him."

At last, Steve couldn't take it anymore, he started crying, and not just crying, bawling like a little baby into Tony shoulder.

At first, Tony was stunned, he had no freaking idea what the hell he was supposed to do if Steve just started sobbing on his shoulder, after a minute and remained his senses, he started softly stroking Steve's hair, "Shhhhh, it'll be fine, I bet wherever he is, he knows, he knows that you love him, and he loves you too, shhhhh, he knows it."

Steve just sniffled, his head still buried in Tony's shoulder, all Tony could do was hold him, kiss him, and assure him that everything was alright, that Bucky loved him and that Bucky knew Steve loved him too.

"Hey, how about we celebrate?" Tony whispered, kissing Steve's forehead.

"How?"

Tony thought for a minute, how could you celebrate the birthday of a man who was probably dead? Or at least speculated to be dead, "You could write a happy birthday letter?" he suggested, "We could bury it somewhere in a shiny box, and then plant some plant on it, maybe a tree or some flowers, anything that'll grow. After, maybe we could have cake?"

Steve sniffled, finally brining his head from out of the crook of Tony's shoulder, "Yeah, that sounds nice, I have some letter-writing things in my bag, do you have a shiny box?"

"Jarvis?"

"It's on its way sir, made of pure titanium, it should last for a long time."

"Thanks, J, I owe you," Tony said, giving a thumbs up to seemingly nothing.

"You owe me so much might as well just pledge your life to me, sir."

"Why did I make you snarky?"

Steve just smirked at the exchange, Tony looked kinda cute then, a half-frustrated but half-amused expression on his face as he half-heartedly glared at nothing, his face was cute enough to kiss. Steve snapped himself from his thoughts and gently pried himself form out of Tony's arms, tears forgotten, "Sorry, uh, hormones, I'll go get my writing things," he muttered, going to his bedside desk to pull out a calligraphy set.

Tony's eyes widened slightly when he saw the set but he just shook his head, "Can I watch?"

Steve got the calligraphy set out and was prepared to get back on the bed, he was just about to tell Tony, "Maybe not," but took one look at Tony's puppy-dog pleasing eyes and relented, "Fine," he said, climbing back into bed and opening it.

Luckily the box everything was in doubled as a desk, so no ink would've been spilt. Steve opened the ink carrier, dipped the pen in and started writing, he was vaguely aware of Tony's cheek resting on his shoulder but decided not to dwell on it.

"Dear Buckaroo," he wrote in beautiful calligraphy, something Tony took note of, "Happy birthday jerk, I miss you, a lot. You have a little kid on the way thought, I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but I bet you wouldn't care. If you didn't already know, Tony's been taking care of me, really well too, so you don't have to worry about your old punk."

Steve went on and on about his life within the past year, everything about Peter, the doctor visit, finding our about the bub in the first place, the Stark mansion, everything, after writing two pages of everything that happened in the past year, he wrote, "Love, your Lil' Brooklyn punk, Stevie."

Tony wiped a false tear from his eye, "Oh how amazing, the strategy, the love, what a tale!" he siad dramatically, falling on the other side of the bed with the back of his hand on his forehead like a diva, "It was horrible! Unhinged! Frightening!" Tony looked back up to Steve, "Do it again."

Steve just rolled his eyes, last night, the two of them watched the Addams Family, and both grew to be very much obsessed with it, "Settle down MoMorticialet's go and bury this."

*Hulllooooooooooooo! It's me! Peter again! So they buried the letter (we opened it back up on my thirteenth birthday, more on that later) but nothing exciting happened, they buried it, my mom cried a ton, and they got back home, let's skip to when they were lighting candles on the cake!*

"Happy birthday to you," Both men finished singing, albeit softly.

"Do you wanna blow the candles out?" Tony whispered, looking at the brilliant flames.

Steve just stared at the flames, so bright and flickering and happy, it seemed as if they were dancing, dancing with happiness, which didn't suit the mood at all, they were celebrating a supposedly dead man's birthday... without the dead man present. More importantly, that dead man was Steve's best friend/boyfriend. He kept quiet, his eyes flickering over to Tony's, god damn he looked beautiful, he had a suit on because, "You always celebrate a birthday with your best suit," and his eyes, oh damn his eyes, the flames reflected off of them making his eyes glow beautifully, the orange undertones in the brown shining.

Finally, Steve shut his eyes tightly and shook his head, he couldn't, he just couldn't blow out the candles meant for Bucky's, his Bucky, birthday he just couldn't.

Tony noticed Steve's discomfort and how terribly depressed he looked and scooted his chair from across Steve to beside him, "That's fine, do you want me to blow them out?"

Steve shook his head again, subconsciously placing his hand on his stomach and rubbing it.

Tony just nodded and kissed Steve on the cheek, wrapping his arm around him. Both men watching as the flame died down, going lower and lower on the eighty candles on the cake in front of them. Tony swore he could feel something from Steve too, he just sensed it, he sensed that as the flames were slowly dying, Steve's hope of finding his best friend/boyfriend was dying too. But Tony knew there would always be a little hope inside of Steve, just the tiniest little bit that hopes Bucky is out there somewhere, or maybe Steve's idea of paradise: heaven, as long as Bucky was happy.

*Okay, I just had to. When my dad told me about this (I was taking notes, more notes than I take in actual class... ahem!) my Papa literally fell to the ground laughing because haha, he wasn't in heaven, or Valhalla, or Paradise he was with Hydra... mom hit him and told dad to continue... that part was funny...*

A few minutes later the flames were snuffed out by the intricate frosting and Tony asked for the cake to be taken away, he didn't think Steve wanted a piece of wax-soaked cake.

"Do you wanna sleep in my room tonight?" Tony whispered as Steve was still hunched slightly staring off into nothingness apparently lost in thought.

Steve slowly nodded, getting out of the chair and walking to Tony's room.

When they got there, they didn't bother changing into pyjamas, they just stripped down to their underwear and got in bed.

"Goodnight Stark," Steve mumbled, facing Tony.

"Night Cap," Tony said, giving Steve a goodnight kiss on the lips (Jarvis had given up trying to stop them from being intimate, now he just stopped them from bickering at each other, even though he did enjoy watching the two argue, they got annoying after a while.)

Steve broke away and faced the other side of the room, effectively making Tony the big spoon and Steve the little spoon, Tony didn't mind though, he liked making Steve feel happy and loved.

A few minutes went by and Tony still couldn't sleep, he had been itching to say something to Steve for a while now, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it, he just couldn't. It was three freaking words, how could it be that hard to just say it?

Steve couldn't sleep either, for the same reason as Tony, but he still pretended to be asleep, he didn't want to worry Tony, and he was half-hoping if he pretended to be asleep, sleep would come to him easier... if only he wasn't so aware of his surroundings.

Tony brought a finger up from where it was previously resting on Steve's side. Tony sighed, 'Steve's asleep, he won't even know what I'm doing,' he thought to himself, tracing words on Steve''s back.

"I love you."

Tony wrote it on Steve's back, over and over and over again, thinking Steve was asleep, but he wasn't.

Steve kept on pretending to be asleep until he felt something on his back. His initial reaction was to stiffen up and get off the bed, but then he realized the thing on his back was Tony's finger, and he was tracing words. Steve didn't make any movements, instead, he breathed slowly as any sleeping person would do, and tried to decipher what Tony was writing. Suddenly, it hit Steve.

"I love you."

That was it, that's what Toy had been writing, he had been writing the one thing that he (and unknown to him, Tony,) had been wishing to say for days, weeks even.

Steve slowly turned around to face Tony, which apparently started Tony because he jumped a little.

"I love you too," Steve whispered, "And so does the little bub, we love you, Tony, we love you a lot."

Tony was shocked, absolutely shocked, so he did the first thing that came to his mind, he dived up and kissed Steve hard.

Steve was taken by surprise when Tony smashed his lips onto his own, but nevertheless, he kissed Tony back, he wrapped his arms around Tony's neck and back, pulling him closer. Steve could feel Tony doing the same, their bare skin touching each other. Finally, Tony pulled away.

"I love you, Steven Grant Rogers," Tony panted, then looked down at Steve's stomach, "And I love you too, kid."

"I love you too Anthony Edward Stark, and so does the little bub," Steve breathed out, and the two fell asleep that way, locked in each other's embrace.