Superfamily - Easter Special - Egg Hunt

Tony was tapping away on his Starkphone. Busy, always busy. Deadlines chasing deadlines. Good that the Internet connection was practically everywhere, but also bad, because his work was following him everywhere. No break.

"Ack! Heey," Tony whined, when a big hand covered the screen of his phone, and pulled his arm down, warm lips pressing to his cheek in a kiss.

"Babe, can you put it away?" Steve asked in a whisper, cuddling to his businessman husband.

"Just last mail," Tony whined back. He really needed to close that deal.

"Tony, it is Sunday."

"So?"

"Tony, it is Sunday. Easter. We are in the middle of the park, during an egg hunt, and all you do, is stand in the shadow with your nose stuck in a device that should be left at home."

Tony made some grunting sound. Maybe Steve was right. Partially. It was nice and sunny, which was very welcomed after the last rainy days, kids were running around the park, looking for chocolate eggs hidden all over the park, guided by the Avengers team who were mingling with the kids, the parents of said kids, had gathered around the tables with beverages and snacks. It was really nice.

Still, he really had to finish that mail. And there was no way he would leave the house without a phone. He and his phone were one. Phones were for emergencies. Emergencies like writing very emergency emails.

Tony moved his husband's hand away, looking back at the screen. Time for a compromise. "I will just send this email, and I'm putting the phone away, promi--HEY!!" he didn't finish his sentence, as someone's else hand, snatched the phone out of his grasp.

Clint laughed, bright grin big on his face as he was running away, followed by a bunch of over enthusiastic kids, happily following Hawkeye.

"Who wants the newest Starkphone?!" Clint yelled happily, raising up his hand with the stolen phone, while the kids started to jump around him, shouting "me, me!"

"Clint!!" Tony screamed in outrage. That wasn't funny. He scrunched his face in anger and made a move to retrieve his phone, when a hand wrapping around his waist stopped him.

"Just let him. You know he will give it back later," Steve whispered, guiding Tony to one of the tables, set with food, to get his husband out of the shadows and to the sun.

Tony huffed. Okay, fine. He could agree with that. "Just save that mail in drafts!!" he bellowed to Clint, who took off with his little group, laughing and nodding, ready to pillage the nearest bush and look for eggs.

Without the phone distracting him, and sipping lemonade Steve had poured him, the surroundings were getting into Tony. He saw Bruce, showing to his own group of kids some plants, and explaining the importance of respecting nature, Bruce being green in many more ways than just being the Hulk, Thor hopping around, proudly wearing a headband with long, flopping bunny ears, followed by a group of hopping children, also wearing bunny ears and painted bunny like noses and whiskers, and what was he doing? He was in a park on a sunny day, surrounded by light and merry atmosphere, kids laughing and playing, and he was away, stuck in the business world. Really, he needed to slow down from time to time and put aside work. His eyes rested on Pepper and Jane, sitting at one of the tables, chatting and nibbling on food, Jane glowing in her sixth month of pregnancy, carrying an heiress to the throne of Asgard, while Pepper and Happy's daughter, Lizzie, was somewhere among the rest of the kids, playing and looking for eggs.

Speaking of kids..

"Where is Peter?" Tony asked, putting the empty glass down - he didn't even notice that he was parched.

"Peter is.. Ah, there he is!" Steve smiled, pointing to the part of the park, where their son was.

Tony looked there, and laughed, noticing that Peter's basket was brimming with eggs. "Woah, son, save some for the rest of the kids!"

Peter beamed a proud smile, the painted spider web with a small spider on his cheek stretching. All kids wanted to have their faces painted as bunnies or tigers or as some of the Avengers (the whole bunch of kids with a Tony Stark's goatee on their faces was utterly adorable), but Peter went with his beloved spider motive - he had to spend less time with aunt Tasha. Peter waved to his dads, eyes shining happily and after the short break, jumped back into the fun, not finished with the egg hunt yet.

"You never told me, what you put in your eggs," Steve smiled at Tony, as his husband took a piece of the carrot cake, biting into the sweetness.

"I rolled 100 dollar bills into them," Tony answered through his chewing in a light tone.

"Tony.." Steve tilted his head to the side, giving his husband a tired look. A look that said "I'm hearing your jokes for the last 10 years, give it a break, Stark."

Tony grinned, showing cake crumbles on his lips, which Steve tenderly wiped off with his thumb. The chocolate eggs were a team effort - they were custom designed by each team member, and manufactured by a candy company, because, of course, that Stark Industries had a candy company, it just wasn't something Tony openly admitted to. So, Thor's were wrapped in gold tin foil and had yellow marzipan bolts and Mjolnir lollipops in them. Bruce's were wrapped in green paper, with a tortoise shell pattern and had inside gummy dinosaurs. Clint's were purple and with fizzing candy and a little note with clean jokes suitable for kids, and kids happily tormented their parents with the dry jokes. Steve, went with tradition, and the eggs with Captain America's shield print contained small wind up toys in animal shapes and some sweets. All were proud of their eggs and kept what was inside as a secret till the last minute.

"Ah, just some jelly beans," Tony grinned. Steve smiled back and nodded. That seemed like a good choice. "But among the good flavors are all the bad ones, like you can get cherry or lime, but also cat litter or booger," he chirped, eyes wide open from excitement. Of course, he added a small note, explaining the flavors, not wanting to upset the kids, and telling them how to differentiate good flavors from the bad ones (bad ones were more rough in structure, while good ones were smooth). It was supposed to be a fun thing, not a traumatizing one.

Steve blinked. "Wow, you will be hated by all parents," Steve stated, as in the same time, he saw Pepper choking and spitting something out in a napkin, Peter and Lizzie rolling in laughter nearby, and singing something about tricking her into eating a garlic jelly bean, instead of the vanilla one.

"Meh, as long as the kids have fun," Tony shrugged. "Oh, hey, look!" he smiled, kneeling down and picking up an egg, that was lying under the table. "Natasha's egg!" he said, turning in his hands the  egg - it was wrapped in black foil with the red Black Widow's symbol on it. Tony unwrapped it and cracked open the chocolate shell. "I wonder what did she put insiiiAAAAAAA!!!!" Tony screamed in panic where from the inside, rolled a big, black spider, straight on his palm and he shook his hand frantically, literally jumping into Steve's arms for protection, throwing the spider into the grass.

"Umpf!" Steve grunted, when his hand became full of a trembling genius, billionaire, philanthropist. "Woah, babe, calm down, it's not real!" he tried to soothe, aware that half of the people gathered were now staring at them.

Tony unsmushed his face from soldier's neck. "What?!" he shrieked in shock, looking to the back, sure that the spider was already roaming in the grass, looking for victims, but it just lay there where it had landed, harmless and not moving.

"Yeah, it's a gummy spider," Steve explained gently, putting Tony back on his feet.

"Gummy spider?!" Tony shrieked even more. Okay, that was crossing the line. Putting brussels sprouts flavored  jelly beans wasn't as cruel as that. "NATASHA!!"

Natasha calmly looked up from a bright purple flower patch, where she was helping some kids find the eggs. "What?"

"What were you thinking with putting spiders in the candy?! You could scare the kids! Are you insane, woman?!" Tony continued to shrill, and Steve had to hold back his laughter. Aw, his adorable, fearless Iron Man.

Natasha seemed unfazed by the commotion. She smiled, wide and predatory. "Kids seem to love them."

Tony looked around, noticing children, either throwing the spiders at each other, or eating them, leg by leg, stretching them with every bite.

"Eewww.." Tony shuddered, taking a step back, until he bumped back into Steve, hiding into him.

Steve cooed, wrapping arms around his husband and kissing his head. "Happy Easter, Ducky," he smiled with love.

"Shhhh," Tony scolded, half glaring at the other man. "Shut up, the reporters are here," he hissed, not wanting to see tomorrow's headline with the silly pet name.

"I think they gonna focus more on your spider problem," Steve grinned. Tony whimpered. Just a bit.

Steve didn't have a problem to kiss him, until he felt better. That was something reporters were free to take pictures off.

"Ew, stop traumatizing the kids!" Clint yelled, running past them with his group of kids, shooting a toy arrow in Stark's back.

"Ow!" Tony yelped, jumping into Steve, who bumped into the table, but luckily, they didn't trip it over, just a few items fell over. Tony unsucked from his husband, glaring to the back, and picked the arrow back. "This means war, Hawkeye!!" he yelled, shaking the arrow holding fist at Clint. "Peter, get your buddies, we are going to war!"

Steve laughed quietly, placing the fallen items back on the table, and glancing as Tony and their son and a bunch of kids grabbed the foam spaghetti, advancing on the other group of kids, Thor and his bunny kids cheering, but not taking part in the battle, because bunnies are pacifists.

As long as everyone had fun.

"ACK!! STEVE!! Help!" Tony cried, running away from Clint, who was following him with a roaring laugh, pummeling Tony with a green spaghetti foam.

What kind of husband Steve would be if he ignored his husband's cry for help? Taking the red foam, Steve rushed into the battle.