#three of a kind fic
If this looks familiar, it’s because I’m reposting it from the blog I deactivated.
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“Baby,” Tony whispered, gently running his hands through Peter’s hair. “Do you want to go to Malibu?”
Peter lifted his head from the pillow, squinting at him with drowsy eyes. “What?”
“Do you want to go to Malibu?” Tony asked again. “Fall Break is next week.”
“Isn’t it kind of last minute to be making plans now?” Peter wondered, taking hold of Tony’s arms to cuddle into them.
Tony pressed a small kiss onto his head, assuring, “No. I have a private jet and a mansion in Malibu. We don’t need to make any reservations unless you want to stay at a hotel. All we need to do is pack our things, and we don’t even have to do that. I can buy you a whole new wardrobe in Malibu.”
“Do not buy me any clothes,” Peter poked his chest to emphasize his point, “and didn’t your mansion blow up? I’m pretty sure I saw that on the news when I was younger.”
“It did,” Tony sighed, his mind flashing back to the crumbling walls and loud explosions. “It wasn’t pretty. But I had it rebuilt after that.”
Peter traced comforting circles onto Tony’s chest with the pads of his fingers, hoping to distract him from his traumatic memories. “Let’s go to Malibu, then. I’ve never been, so you’ll have to show me around. Maybe we can go to the beach.”
“We will absolutely go to the beach,” Tony threw him a filthy grin. “Do you really think I’d pass up the chance to see you shirtless?”
Peter rolled his eyes, his fingers straightening to playfully slap Tony’s chest. “You see me shirtless every day.”
“But I don’t see you shirtless and wet every day,” Tony pointed out.
“Who says I’ll swim?” Peter challenged. “Maybe I’ll just sunbathe.”
“Sweetheart, I know you’ll swim,” Tony said confidently, “and so will Morgan, which means you have to go in and watch her, even if you weren’t already planning to swim. I’ll just lay on the beach and look pretty, give you something to stare at.”
“It’s the beach. There will be plenty of pretty things—and people—to stare at.”
Tony narrowed his eyes. “You better not. I did not work on my abs for you to go and look at someone else’s.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Peter laughed. “But you know I’d love you without the abs too, right?”
“I do,” Tony smiled gently, “though I’ll admit it’s nice to have confirmation. I’m getting a little flabby in my old age.”
Peter cocked a disbelieving brow. “You’re still in your prime. And even if you were flabby, who cares?”
Tony kissed him then, not pulling away until his chest tightened uncomfortably from the lack of air. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted. “Morgan is awake and is asking to have cake for breakfast.”
Tony snorted. “Tell her that her teeth will fall out if she has cake, and that my answer is no.”
“I guess we should get up,” Peter reluctantly slid out of Tony’s tight grasp. “We have to get her ready for school.”
Tony followed him out of their bed, saying, “At least this is the last day before the break. I hate waking up so early.”
When they finished getting ready and entered the kitchen, they found Morgan sitting at the table in her personally handpicked outfit of the day. She was clad in a light yellow dress with brown alpacas printed all over it, her feet already placed in her Velcro shoes.
“We should start teaching her how to tie shoelaces,” Peter suggested to Tony. “I think we might be at the point where she can start transitioning to sneakers. Not sure, though.”
“I’ll look it up later.” Tony kissed his cheek and joined Morgan at the table, proclaiming, “Don’t you look wonderful today, Morguna?”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Morgan swung her feet cheerfully. “Can we have cake? Pretty please?”
“I’m sure FRIDAY already told you what my answer to that question is,” Tony raised his eyebrows, nudging a bowl of fruit in her direction, trying to prompt her into eating.
“You’re lame,” Morgan huffed, sliding off of her chair to sidle up to Peter, who was making some toast nearby. “Papa? Can we have cake?”
“You know, I was considering saying yes,” Peter lied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But you were mean to Daddy, so no.”
Morgan wilted, bearing a striking resemblance to a dying flower in that moment.
“Where did you learn the word ‘lame’?” Tony chimed in.
“A boy in my class said it,” Morgan said sourly, getting back in her chair with a pout on her face.
“Do you know what it means?” Peter asked, sitting down next to Tony to display that they were a united front.
Morgan nodded silently.
Tony followed up with his own question. “Do you know that it can hurt people’s feelings?”
The little girl nodded again.
“Then why did you say it?”
“Because I was upset,” Morgan mumbled.
“Being upset doesn’t mean that you should make others feel upset, too,” Peter took her hand in his. “It’s okay to feel upset. It’s not okay to call others bad names.”
“We said no to cake because it’s not healthy to have all the time,” Tony added. “If we could just eat anything we wanted, we wouldn’t fit through the doors in our home.”
Morgan smiled a little at the last sentence. “Okay. I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
She crawled into his lap, resting her head on his broad shoulder, and her smile stretched wider when he said, “I forgive you, honey. But I don’t want you saying bad words like that again.”
Breakfast went by without any additional drama. When Peter packed Morgan’s lunch for school, he slipped one of the cupcakes they’d baked into her lunch bag. It wasn’t quite a cake, but they were really the same thing. He figured that she’d learned her lesson and that letting her have one with her lunch was more appropriate than giving it to her for breakfast, anyway.
Tony got off of work earlier than usual that day, claiming that he had no more patience for his ‘moronic employees that can’t even get coffee without spilling it’ and that he ‘missed his family and wanted to see them sooner’. So, he and Peter went to pick up Morgan from school together, and were met at the gates by Molly.
“Peter!” the woman threw herself at the aforementioned man, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Tony stamped down the hot anger trying to rise out of his chest. Before he could yank her off of his boyfriend, Peter delicately pried her off himself.
“Molly, hi,” Peter greeted her with a slight grimace. “So, um, I’ve only just realized that you’ve been trying to—”
“Seduce him,” Tony cut in, irritated.
“—and I wanted to let you know that I’m flattered, but I’m committed to Tony and not interested in starting anything with anyone else,” Peter finished.
Molly blinked at him silently for a few seconds, taken aback. “Are you saying this because he’s here? Baby, I promise, we can still be together. You don’t have to lie to me.”
“Please don’t call me that,” Peter cringed. “I don’t know what made you think that I’m interested, but I’m not.”
Molly surged forward desperately, clutching at the lapels of his jacket. “Peter, come on, why don’t you spend the break with me and take the time to think about it? I think you’re acting rashly right now.”
“Let go of him before I make you,” Tony threatened, his hand twitching reflexively towards the watch on his left wrist.
“He doesn’t love you,” Molly snapped at Tony. “He loves me, he does, he’s just not thinking clearly right now.”
“Then where was he all these months?” Tony asked, spurring on before she could answer. “That’s right. He was in our home, in our bed, and in my arms.”
“Tony,” Peter gave him a warning glance. “Please don’t antagonize her. Molly, I’m sorry, but I really don’t love you.”
“You’ll realize what a mistake you’re making,” Molly swore, “and when you do, you’ll come crawling right back.”
She stormed off to the other side of the gates, opting to leave them where they were standing and wait for her daughter elsewhere.
Tony and Peter exchanged relieved looks.
“Good riddance,” Tony muttered, embracing the younger man.
Peter hesitated, his good manners warring with genuine happiness, before settling on a simple: “Yeah.”
