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A “Good Day.”

Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Words: 1,895.

A/N: This is part two of Mismatched Hair. But it can be read on its own. I wrote this because the people who have watched Infinity War need this, because I know I fucking did. @starsandsupernovae, here you go. This is how IW went right? This is what happened? No hurt? No pain? No destruction? Great! I'm in denial!

P.s. There are no spoilers in this. So enjoy.

It had started as a good day.

Started.

There were no missions, which was rare. What was rarer, however, was that the only people at the tower were, Steve, Tony, Peter, Bucky, and Bruce.

Clint was with his family. Pietro was busy ruining Vision and Wanda's day out together. Scott was with his daughter. Thor and was at the shwarma place, eating almost everything they had, as Loki watched with disgust clear on his face. Natasha was God knows where. And the rest were at their homes or didn't say where they were going.

At Noon, the day had started. The ones at the tower having a late start to the day.

Tony was making the coffee, or as he calls it, his staying alive juice. As Steve cooked breakfast.

Peter walked into the kitchen, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. Still clad in his Ironman pyjama shirt, Captain America pyjama pants, and Spider-Man socks.

"Good morning," he said, through yet another yawn.

"Good morning? It's noon," Steve replied.

"You can talk. You woke up twenty minutes ago," Tony said, pointing to Steve with his steaming cup of black coffee.

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Yeah, you're still in your pyjamas, too," Peter added. Gesturing to Steve's white tank top, and grey sweatpants. Then to Tony's silk pyjamas, that was obviously custom made. They looked like the Ironman suit. But used Steves, Captain Americas, red, white, and blue.

"Hey! I was defending you, kid."

"Sorry," Peter said bashfully.

Tony handed Steve his black coffee with five sugars in it, because that's the only way he can drink it. Unlike Tony, who drank it black without anything added.

"Do ya want coffee, kid?" Tony asked Peter, who was now at one of the counters stools.

"Yeah."

"How do you want it?"

"Black. Nothing added. Just like you Mr Stark."

"Okay," Tony said chuckling. He knew exactly the way he liked his coffee. Almost white, four sugars, with cream.

Steve finished making breakfast, just as Tony placed Peters coffee in front of him. It soon being joined by a stack of pancakes doused in syrup.

"Wheres Dr Banner and Bucky?" Peter asked as they sat down either side of him, digging into their own breakfasts.

"Bucky's still asleep. And Bruce is down in the lab," Steve replied. Bucky would predictably sleep the day away. And Bruce would carry on like any other day.

"I suppose you'll be joining Dr Banner, Mr Stark?" Peter asked, already knowing the answer, that Tony would indeed be spending the rest of his day down in the lab.

"Actually, no. I wanted to take a break today. See what the kids do," he replied surprising Peter. Steve smiling into his coffee, he had talked to Tony, about spending more time with the boy, they thought of as a son.

"Really?"

"Yep. What do you want to do Today, kid?"

"Um... well... I have to finish up some science homework. But after that, we could totally do whatever. We could go to the zoo?" he suggested.

"Homework and the zoo it is," Tony said happily, banging his fists against the counter, in playful affirmation.

"It's good that you care about your school work so much, Peter," Steve said, a devious smirk plastered on his face. "You're well on your way to, "yeeting" yourself into a bright future."

Peter groaned at Steve, as Tony laughed his ass off. Peter turned to face him when he began speaking.

"Oh, come on, kid. Just, "dab on them, haters!"." Tony laughed.

Peter groaned once again, "Oh my God, please stop." As they laughed.

Three pm.

Peter and Tony were sat at the dining table, working on Peters homework. As Steve showerd.

"And that's how you solve that equation," Tony said, throwing his arms out from his sides, happily.

"Thanks, Mr Stark. You're a really great teacher," he said. "Also, your hair's growing in nicely."

Tony smiled, running his hand through his soft hair. That was only an inch long. His sides cut short, and the top sticking up.

"Thanks, kid."

"Alright. Who's ready to go to the zoo?" Steve asked walking in. His hair sticking out at all places, looking like he had just been shocked.

"I am!" they both yelled. Causing Steve to chuckle.

Central Park Zoo. Full of animals, young and old, big and small. And they would leave the children's zoo.

As soon as they arrived they had headed straight into the children's zoo, and had spent the past hour petting the goats and pigs.

Steve loved the pigs, but Tony and Peter were quite in love with the goats.

Steve watched from across the small section of the zoo, watching as Tony jokingly ran away from the tiny goats, a smile on his face as they chased him. As Peter calmly held one in his arms, watching Tony, with a smile on his face.

Steve walked over, asking, "What's goating on over here?" causing Peter to groan, once again.

"Nothing much, just goating attacked by tiny goats."

Peter screamed out in playful frustration.

"Why? Did you get bored of the piglets?" Tony asked.

"Yeah. Don't you think we should go look around the rest of the zoo?" Steve asked, gesturing behind him with his head.

"But. Goats..." Peter said. Pulling the goat closer, nudging his face against it. A small smile on his face.

"Come on," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

Five pm.

Peter and Steve were walking up ahead, as Tony watched them from behind, a content smile on his face. It breaking out into a full grin as they picked up sticks, and started fighting with them as if they were swords. The of wood against wood, ripping through the nearby air, of Central Park.

Peter suddenly turned back to Tony, yelling, "Can we get ice cream, Mr Stark?!"

"Sure, Kid!" he yelled back.

Peter raised his hands up into the air in victory. As Steve lightly hit Peter on his leg.

"Oww!" Peter yelled out. Turning around, restarting his fight with Steve.

They quickly grabbed their ice cream, taking a seat at a park table. Steve and Peter's sticks through the loop's of their belt's. The three of them happily chatting away, unknown to the person watching them right now.

Natasha sat in a tree, camera in hand as she took pictures of the boys sat at the table. She had been spying on Wanda and Vision's "totally not a date" date. Being wholeheartedly entertained by Pietros antics, of trying to ruin it. But had quickly torn her interest to them.

She quickly snapped another picture of them, looking down at it. It showing Tony and Peter sat across from Steve. Tony slightly bent over the table, laughing. As the two boys had their "sword's" raised and pointing at each other, playful glares of acting children masked their faces, small smiles tugging at their lips. Their ice cream in their other hands, as Tony tried not to lay in his.

She smiled at the picture. "They're gonna love this," she said to herself. As something hit the tree causing it to shake slightly. She looked down to see Pietro, sprawled out on his back. Clearly knocked out, from running into the tree.

"Idiot," she scoffed, continuing with a chuckle.

And if she thought things couldn't get any better, a bird flew overhead. A creamy white substance landing on Pietro, trailing down his chest.

"Eww, gross," she said happily laughing once again. Quickly snapping a picture, finally getting back to her previous task. Blackmail.

Seven pm.

This is where the day started to go decline. With six simple words.

"Do you guys wanna play Mariokart?"

Peter had asked that. So if you want anyone to blame, blame him.

"Yes," Steve had said instantly, shooting up in his seat, closing his newspaper, as he looked at Peter, excitement on all of his features.

"You've played Mariokart? Tony asked Steve incredulously.

"Yeah, Bucky, Sam, and I played it a little while ago. I didn't know what I was doing, most of the time. But it was still fun," he said shrugging.

"What about you Mr Stark?" Peter asked as he started the games console.

"Oh, hell yeah, I want in," he said, picking up a controller, moving the sticks, and pressing the buttons, as a "warm-up". "Just to let you guy know. I'm going to destroy you."

"Ha! Fat chance," Steve said. "I am the soul winner today."

"Oh, honey, no. I love you too much to let you humiliate yourself this way," Tony replied in a mockingly sweet voice. All the while Peter smiled at their playful bickering.

"Bitch please, you don't think I can beat you in Mariokart?" Steve asked as he gratefully took the controller, that Peter was handing him. Shooting the boy a thankful smile.

"No. I know you can't."

"Oh, then it's on!"

"Hell yeah, it is!" Tony said as he sat down at one end of the couch, with Steve sat on the opposite end. As Peter in front of them, in the middle of the coffee table. His arms resting against his legs, as he crouched over them, controller in his hands.

"How...?" Tony asked.

"What?" Steve asked, his voice soft. Playing innocent.

"Huh?" Peter asked, turning around to face them, shock covering his face.

"How did you just do that?!" Tony yelled.

"What's wrong? Kart you believe what just happened?"

"Please God, stop," Peter begged, before continuing, "How? I've been playing this game since I was a kid. How did you beat me?"

Tony just sat there, unable to speak. Shock temporality paralysing him.

"I don't know. I just Guess I'm Mario better than you!"

Nine pm.

"I still can't believe you won..."

"Let it go, Tony."

"Never! I still don't know how I ended up last!"

Steve shook his head, placing them in his hands, as Tony went on and on about Steve winning. Replaying the last few hours in his head, Tony voice turning into white noise. Before his head snapped back up, to look at Tony in shock.

"What? What did I do?" Tony asked hesitantly, as he placed Steves cup of coffee in front of him.

"You said you loved me."

"What?! No, I didn't. When?" he asked, panicked.

"Before we started playing Mariokart."

"What?" Tony scoffed. "No. No, I didn't-" he stopped shock covering his face, from remembering hin accidental "I love you".

"Tony. Do you love me?" Steve asked, a big goofy smile on his face, as he leaned over the counter.

"Well, I didn't want the first time I said it to be unintentional. But, yes. Yes, I do. I love you, Steve."

"I love you too, Tony."

Tony leaned onto the counter, giving Steve a sweet kiss. Both unknown to the boy listening in. Thinking how lucky he was to be welcomed into this crazy family.

And yes, Peter would be very happy if you blamed him. Because, as it turns out. The day had not been a good day.

It had been a great day.

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