twentysomething

Tony sort of thinks he's going into a sugar coma and he hasn't even touched the pecan pie yet.

"Wait, I peel first, right?" Peter demands urgently, holding a knife and vegetable peeler. Steve chuckles from where he's dicing apples.

"Yes, Peter. It's easier that way," Steve says. "May really never made you help out in the kitchen?" Peter pouts.

"I set the table! And helped with the dishes!" he insists, starting to peel the potatoes. Steve puts the apples in with the sausage and onions.

"Well, you'll learn now," Steve tells him. "Peel faster, Thor's coming." Peter stares at the two giant sacks of potatoes.

"Oh god, we'll never have enough," he mumbles, even as he peels frantically. Steve just laughs.

Steve's been cooking for the last two days straight, despite Tony offering to get the whole thing catered. Steve had looked scandalized, like Tony had tried to pay him for sex or something and insisted on cooking the whole thing himself. Around the day and a half mark, Peter had volunteered himself as the world's most inexperienced sous chef. The whole thing has been been so cute Tony kind of wants to hurl.

Tony would complain about how little attention he's been getting, but he's weirdly turned on by Steve, sleeves rolled up and socked feet under his flour covered apron. He's trying not to over analyze it.

"I wanted to get it catered," Tony reminds them both, reaching around to filch a piece of apple and burning hot sausage. Steve hip checks him away from the pan.

"You. We talked about this two days ago," Steve reminds him. Tony remembers the sex that followed the "no stealing ingredients" talk fondly.

"Yeah, we "talked" about it," Tony waggles his eyebrows for good measure. Steve rolls his eyes, but kisses Tony fast.

"I have to make the stuffing. And if you make a single joke about stuffing, you're sleeping on the couch." Steve says. Peter sighs.

"When you guys talk about sex, I just pretend that it's code for something else, because otherwise I have to hum loudly and childishly over everything you say," Peter keeps peeling serenely.

"See, you're scarring the kid," Steve tells Tony and the mock serious curve of his mouth is something Tony wants to kiss a lot.

"We're awful parents," Tony agrees.

Peter just sighs, but he's smiling as he peels potatoes.


I JUST LOVE TONY/STEVE A LOT