I had an idea and I thought it would be cool to write it out! It’s a really rough idea of what could possibly be a fic??? But honestly, who knows?
“Papa!” Peter cried out happily, reaching out for Tony from within Steve’s arms. Tony grinned, taking Peter before placing him on his hip and placing a kiss on his son’s forehead.
“Petey!” Tony exclaimed, chuckling as he tickled Peter’s stomach, loving the pure sounds of laughter which came from him. “How was your weekend with Pops?” Tony asked, “Was it fun?”
“Yeah, it was!” Peter nodded frantically before launching into a whole explanation of what they had done that weekend. Tony listened avidly, gasping and ah-hing at all the right moments as Peter made grand gestures.
All the while, Steve watched them with a soft smile on his face, taking in the sight of them never failing to warm his heart. He didn’t interrupt and answered whenever Peter asked him a question or included him in the conversation.
They were all laughing together, like the family that they once were.
“Alright, I’m going to say goodbye to Pops,” Tony explained to Peter as he placed him down. “And I’ll be in in a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” Peter replied before rushing forward and giving Steve a huge hug. “Bye, Pops, I love you.”
“I love you too, Petey,” Steve said, wrapping his arms around Peter tightly. “I’ll see you next weekend, okay?”
“And we’ll go to the zoo?” Peter asked.
“We’ll see,” Steve replied, grinning as Peter rolled his eyes, he learned that from Tony, before pecking his cheek and running into the house.
“He has so much energy,” Tony says fondly. “I honestly wonder how I’m going to get him asleep tonight,”
“Ah, I tired him out pretty well at the park,” Steve assures him, smiling. “He also had an awesome time at the National Museum, he didn’t want to leave,”
“I can imagine that,” Tony said, the both of them laughing before it got silent.
“How are you doing, Steve?” Tony finally asked, leaning against the door frame as he gazed at Steve. “I heard that you’re having a showcase at the art gallery, that’s great!”
“Thanks, it’s actually still such a shock,” Steve said, his hands going into his pockets, a shy gesture. “I’m sort of waiting to wake up from a dream because it doesn’t feel real,”
“But it is,” Tony said. “You shouldn’t be surprised, you’ve always been such a talented artist,”
Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve always had such faith in me,”
Tony grinned. “Well, I’m your biggest fan.”
Those words were simple but were incredibly important and held so much love. Steve remembered Tony telling him this, curled up on their couch in their first apartment together.
Tony seemed to have had remembered that memory too, his grin turning into a wistful smile as he glanced away.
“Hey, babe,” That was the familiar voice of Peter Quill as he stuck his head around the corner, a giggling Peter Stark-Rogers on his shoulders. “You okay out there?”
“I’m fine!” Tony told him, wistful smile turning warm as he looked at his two favorite boys. “I’ll be in in a minute,”
“Alright,” Peter said before smiling and giving a friendly wave. “Hey, Steve,”
“Hey, Peter,” Steve said, his smile light as he waved in return and soon, the two Peters were off again, the sound of dinosaur roars and giggles muffled as they reached the living room.
Tony turned back and sighed as he hid his hands in the too-long sleeves of his sweatshirt. “So, I’ll see you around?”
Steve nodded, not exactly sure not to feel anymore, as he takes a few steps backwards.
“I’ll see you around,” he says, waving before turning around and heading towards his car, hearing the door close as he left.
It never got easier to see Tony with someone else, it never got easier to see Peter laugh and play with a man who has somehow taken his place.
The jealousy was always there, but it dimmed over time because there wasn’t a lot he could do now. The relationship that he and Tony had was special, special beyond anything else that Steve had ever experienced and it was painful, having it slip from between his fingers.
He glanced back at the house, noticing someone peeking through a window near the entrance before they left.
It would never get easier.