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Superfamily - Bugs in rugs

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Tony plopped down on the couch, breathing in a relaxed manner. He had been taking care of Peter for the whole day, having that Steve had to leave early and would be back late afternoon, leaving the two of them alone. So far, Tony was doing fine. He played with Peter, they went for a walk to the nearby park, he gave Peter his lunch.. Luckily, their kid was not a picky eater and happily devoured the funnily smelling turkey-vegetables mash. The day was calm, but taking care of a baby was exhausting and Tony was not used to getting up so early and being alert for the whole day, as he had to be now. He glanced to the left, seeing Peter sitting on a colorful blanket, playing with even more colorful toys, the atmosphere truly blissful. Tony smiled, proud that his son was able to entertain himself on his own, and was not like those whiny kids, which needed constant attention and didn't allow their parents to even use the bathroom in peace. Feeling safe with Peter playing, Tony nodded to himself, thinking that he earned some "daddy's time" now. And he didn't watch TV in a very long time..

Tony took the remote, quickly jumping through the channels and finding The Discovery Channel. He yawned, really wanting a nap, but knew that while Peter was awake, it would be impossible, he couldn't leave their 1,5 year old son on their own. He tried to focus on the program, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier..

Tony snapped his eyes wide open, and almost jumped to his feet, suddenly hearing some blast of sound. He looked frantically around, seeing that the channel changed to some obnoxiously colorful show for toddlers, and the culprit was standing nearby - in one hand, Peter was hugging a teddy bear, in the other, he held the remote he took out from Tony's hand, eyes glued to the screen.

Tony grunted, rubbing his eyes. Peter obviously decided that if daddy didn't watch TV, he would.

"Peteeey, give daddy the remote, I was watching that," Tony asked, obviously lying and reaching his hand in the kid's direction.

"Mmmm!" Peter tightened his lips and took a step back, not willing to cooperate. It was his TV now.

"Pete, it is daddy's turn to watch TV now. Give me back the remote," Tony repeated, making his voice firmer. He won't negotiate with a person whose diapers he changes.

Peter shook his head and scrunched nose angrily, wanting to watch his cartoon.

"Oh, we won't be having this conversation. JARVIS, turn the channel back to Discovery."

And like that the TV showed a program about engines. Not for long. Peter already knew which button to press to turn the kids' channel back on, and he just did that, the TV coming back alive with colorful characters and annoying music.

"Peter," Tony warned, eyeing his son, who smiled, showing all small seven teeth. "Stop that. JARVIS."

And the channel changed. And back to cartoons. And engines. And cartoons. Engines. Cartoons.

"Gah!" Tony scoffed in irritation. His own son wasn't not listening to him. "You just earned yourself time out in the prison!" he said, not left with any other choice. Tony stood up and took Peter in his arms, grabbing the toys on the way to the kid's bedroom. In the bedroom, Tony, despite all the protests, put Peter in a play pin, giving him back his toys. "You will stay here and I will watch TV, okay?"

There was no answer, only hurt pouting and wobbling lip, but Tony was firm. He got back to the living room and took his place back, turning back the Discovery Channel. Time for some relax..

That didn't last longer than 1,5 minute, as the TV abruptly turned off.

"GAH! What now?!" Tony scoffed, grabbing the remote and trying to turn the TV back on, but no matter how frantically he was pressing the button, it didn't work. He almost opened the remote to check if everything was okay with the batteries, when JARVIS interrupted him.

"Sir, your son is crying."

Tony blinked. Did.. "JARVIS, did you turn the TV off?!" he glared in the direction of one of JARVIS's sensors.

"I believe it would be better if you go and attend your son, Sir."

Tony raised his arms up dramatically. "Peter is fine, JARVIS. Turn the TV back on! Now!"

"I don't think Captain Rogers would approve of your parenting methods, Sir."

Tony froze. What the..

"Perhaps I should contact the Captain and discuss this matter with him?"

Tony couldn't believe his ears. Was JARVIS blackmailing him? His traitor creation..

"Fineee," Tony greeted through his teeth, standing up, "but if we are going to watch TV, it will be on my rules, I won't watch some crappily animated cartoon with colorful blobs."

"Do you wish me to turn on "The Little Mermaid", Sir?" JARVIS asked, mentioning Tony's favorite Disney movie. Tony narrowed his eyes, hearing the amusement in the electronic voice.

"Yes," he grounded out, going to pick up his son, who calmed down as soon as Tony stepped into the bedroom.

When Steve came back, he was greeted by "Part of your world" sung in the distance and the sight of Tony sleeping on the couch, with Peter wrapped securely in his arms, following in his daddy's steps and also sleeping. Steve smiled tiredly and put down the bags with takeaway food, and took a blanket, gently covering his son and husband taking a minute to just look at them.

"Welcome home, Captain Rogers, hope your meeting went well," JARVIS greeted Steve in a quieter than normal voice, not wanting to disrupt Tony's and Peter's sleep.

"Hey J. It was fine, thanks. How where the thing here? Did they behave?" Steve asked back in a whisper, knowing that JARVIS could hear him anyway.

"They were as snug as a bug in a rug," JARVIS replied smoothly.

Steve grinned, recognizing the rhyme he used to say to Peter when tucking him to sleep, which was fun and playful, but Tony hated it, not wanting to hear anything about bugs hiding in rugs. He fixed the falling blanket, tugging it in and finished the rhyme. "Holding a mug with a #1 bug. Good.."

He smiled at the sight of his two boys sleeping and quietly went to the kitchen to reheat the takeaway dinner he had brought,  knowing that when both Starks wake up, they would be damn hungry.



something little inspired by my 1,5 year old niece~

she doesn't like other people watching TV and steals the remote :XD:

enjoy the cute fic guys, soon I plan to break all your feels, muhahahaha EVIL Laughter! 
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