22, Miles's wedding. Thank you :D
“Oh, don’t cry.”
Miles figures that his reaction’s totally normal, this full-body aversion he feels to either of his parents showing any kind of emotion, but still: when his dad tears up, something in his chest almost splits in two. And when both of them start—
"Not crying,“ Tony promises, but he tips his face up to the ceiling, anyway. "Just, you know, onions. A lot of onions. A whole pile of onions, right outside the doorway. Kind of questionable for wedding potpourri, but—”
“We’re just proud of you,” Bruce interrupts. Miles almost always feels immense gratitude for Bruce—for the way his parents balance each other out, really—but it triples when Bruce loops an arm around Tony’s waist. "No onions required.“
Tony smiles a little, still a little teary, and Miles purposely rolls his eyes at them. "Teddy’s already married,” he points out.
“Teddy’s great, but Teddy’s not you.” The total sincerity in his dad’s voice kind of steals Miles’s breath, and he swallows hard when Tony squeezes his shoulder. “Teddy’s a kid who joined our family, and that’s great. We’ll keep him. But you’re the kid who made our family.” He shakes his head a little. "Totally different scenario.“
Miles almost smirks. "Finally admitting I’m your favorite?” he teases.
Tony shrugs. "Only if we’re not counting your sister.“
Bruce elbows him, inspiring one of those glimmering Tony Stark grins, and Miles— Something in Miles’s heart finally trembles, and he feels his own eyes start to prickle. "I’m really glad you’re my parents,” he admits, words he usually keeps to himself.
Bruce tears up all over again, his face almost crumpling, and Tony swipes at his own eyes. "We have enough time for a group hug before you go out and get married?“ he asks.
Miles shrugs. "I guess,” he replies, and lets his dads reel him in.