One of the first things Steve sees after the battle of New York is Peter being born

TW-Mentions of birth, throwing up, media allusion to sexual abuse, coming out

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"He will need your close observation due to the nature of the surgery. You're sure you want to adopt him?" The doctor said. Steve nodded his head, watching the tiny baby in the incubator, he'd been born with a hole in his heart.

"Of course. He's my grandson." Steve said. The doctor nodded.

"I'll get the paperwork. His parents died before they could give him a name. You can get into contact with his relatives." The doctor said. Steve nodded. He watched the tiny baby boy wave his hand and scrunch his fingers, making quiet cooing noises.

"Thank you."

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"Where's Cap?" Bruce asked suddenly. Everyone looked up and frowned.

"FRI?" Tony asked.

"On his personal floor." She answered. Tony shrugged, getting up and leading the way to the elevator then to Steve's floor. They heard his voice, creeping closer with curious looks. When they got to the doorway of the lounge room they found the room covered in baby clothes, blankets and toys. Followed by Steve who was sitting on one of the couches, holding a book in one hand, in the other holding a tiny baby gently.

"No you aren't gonna turn out like Draco are you pete? You are gonna end up a very respectable young man." Steve cooed at the baby. The baby made a small noise, arms shooting out of the tight swaddle. His face twisted slightly making Steve huff.

"There's the poop face. Why did no one tell me babies poop so much?" Steve said. He closed the book, putting it to the side and picking Peter up. He spun him in the air for a moment making Peter make another happy sounding noise. The blanket was unwrapped, revealing rubber ducky overalls. They came off after Peter was put on the fold-up changing table.

The team looked away awkwardly when he started changing Peter's nappy. They had to refrain from laughing at the disgusted noise Steve let out, and the noises Peter let out that sounded like he was laughing. Peter came back up into the air, squealing and laughing.

"There you go. Nice clean baby." They turned back around to Steve bumping his nose against Peter's. Peter's legs kicked in the air in excitement making Steve laugh quietly. Steve turned with Peter, freezing when he saw the team. Peter's legs kicked again, drooling slightly on his chin. Steve wiped it away automatically.

"I can explain," Steve blurted, pink in the face.

"Please do." Tony said. Steve gently took Peter into his arms, letting him scrunch his hands around his fingers.

"I, well, I know everyone thinks I'm Virgin Mary but I messed around before that mission where I went into the ice," he winced at the ripple of reaction, "Uhm, well, I thought we used protection. But it didn't work out. I had a daughter, Mary. She was cared for by her mother. She married a man named Richard Parker. They hand a son," Steve lifted Peter into the air, "Mary died in childbirth, and Richard in a crash," Steve finished with a shrug, looking down at Peter when he made a gargling noise. He proceeded to spit up all over Steve's shirt, humming and smiling again.

"Excuse you. I quite liked this shirt." Steve said. He was smiled again as he picked up and wipe, gently wiping off the spit up off of Peter's mouth. He already had a pile of folded shirts, stripping off the dirty one and pulling on a new one.

"You've got him handled?" Clint asked. Steve nodded.

"I think so. I never thought it was so hard to take care of a baby though." Steve said. Peter made a cooing noise and kicked his legs again.

"The first few months are always the hardest."

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"Shh, shh, it's okay." Steve soothed. Peter gargled wordlessly, trying to squirm out of Steve's arms, "Hey. It's hug time. Oh no don't cry." Peter resolved into little hiccups and soft crying. Steve was quick to wipe away his tears, then press kisses all around his face until Peter was giggling. Steve bumped noses with Peter, grinning at Peter's little overalls, little Avengers t-shirt and matching blue shoes to Steve.

He didn't even notice the door to the meeting room Natasha had pushed him into opening.

"Steve you fucking idiot," Steve froze, Peter stilling and looking up at him in worry. Steve turned in the chair to look at the voice. There he was. Bucky Banres, like he'd never fallen out of that train.

"How? When? What?" Steve stuttered out. Bucky smiled softly.

"The serum HYDRA put in me. Froze me in the ice. Couldn't save the arm though." Bucky looked down at the glinting metal arm, "Howard had a kid. Can you believe that? He made it for me. He's helping with the nerve damage and the scars." Bucky looked to Steve with tears in his eyes, "But how are you here?"

Steve shifted Peter slightly, running his hand through Peter's short hair to assure him everything was fine.

"The, the, the serum. My heart beat slowed down until I was practically hibernating. I woke up around two years ago now." Steve said.

"Look who's older now," Bucky teased, those tears dribbled down his cheeks. Steve stood up with Peter, walking up to him until they were sharing the same air.

"It feels like I've loved you for a thousand years." He said softly. Bucky nodded dumbly.

"Same here punk." And then they're were kissing, eyes drifting closed. Bucky's hand were everywhere, just touching, just to know he was there. Peter slumped into Steve's chest, very much included in the hug. Bucky pulled away after a moment, smiling looking down at Peter.

"Who trusted you with a toddler?" He teased.

"I don't know. But look at him. He's so cute." Steve cooed. Peter set his chin on Steve's chest, smiling up at him.

"What's his name?" Bucky asked.

"Peter Benjamin." Steve introduced. Peter perked up at the mention of his name, "What? Are you about to make the poop face? Right now?" Bucky chuckled when Peter shook his head.

"Dada." Peter said. Steve froze completely before stepping back, throwing Peter up into the air then catching him and spinning him around just to make himself giggle.

"Look at you! You're finally talking!" Steve exclaimed. Peter giggled even louder. Bucky just watched them with a fond little smile.

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"What us the nature of your and Sergent Barnes relationship?" It was the fifth time someone asked that. They were only keeping it on the down-low because Steve wanted to. But his heart was beating out of his chest and his face was red. Everyone was surprised when he jumped out of his seat, fumbling with the microphone being handed to him by Bucky.

"The nature of our relationship is for us. And for us only. I have loved Bucky for as long as I remember, but the world wouldn't let me. But we got a second chance. A second chance that people don't get, a second chance that I'm not going to waste. I will love him until the end of the line, and a thousand years after I'm gone. I'm going to live this second chance for the people who never got to. The hundreds of queer people prosecuted for loving who they are and loving who they can't choose." There were tears running down his cheeks but he didn't even care.

"I thought I lost him. But when I lost him I lost a apart of myself and now he's back. I'm not going to waste this," Steve glanced down at Bucky who was grinning from ear to ear proudly.

"And another thing!" He was furious and for the first time ever he was letting it out, "The fact that any of you would allude to an abusive relationship between my grandson Peter and I is disgusting. I love him like my own son, that's it. Instead of persecuting the wrong people go after the real abusers. That boy is going to get nothing more then love, support and acceptance. He going to have a life I never had," he slammed the microphone down on the table, ignoring the loud ringing. He grabbed Bucky's hand and dragged him out of the press conference room.

"I can't believe I said that. That was so dumb. I'm so sorry, Bucky I don't even know where that came from-" Bucky cut him off with a harsh kiss. Steve was sniffling and hyperventalling as the elevator doors closed.

"That was hot," Bucky said after pulling away. Steve rolled his eyes, taking Bucky's hand.

"I hope Wanda is okay with Peter." He said offhandedly. Bucky snorted, dragging him out the open doors. He was met with the sounds of Peter giggling and Wanda talking quietly. They heard a shriek when they stepped foot into the loungroom from peter.

"Daddy!" Peter screamed. He jumped up from his place ont he floor and tan right up to Steve, tripping over his feet. But Steve caught him and hauled him up into the air.

"My peter!" Steve exclaimed. Peter giggled and hugged him a round his neck, letting his legs dangle. Bucky chuckled, leaning around Steve's shoudler and kissing Peter's hair.

"How's the bestest boy in the world?" He cooed. Pete giggled, leaning into Bucky's hand.

"I'm great! How are you papa?" He said. His smile didn't falter, legs swinging. Steve smiled at Bucky who had a star-struck look on his face.

"I'm wonderfull. Your dad busted some mean guys." Bucky said. Peter giggled, a serious look coming to his face as he turned back to Steve, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'll protect you from all the mean people. No ones allowed to say mean things to my daddy and papa." Peter said firnly. Steve snorted, talking with Peter animatedly.

"Of course!"

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"Would Peter like to introduce himself?" Tony prompted. Steve grinned, shifting Peter so he were better positioned in his lap, handing him a microphone. Peter was breathing excitedly, having had constant attention on him the whole day.

"Introduce yourself Peter buddy," Bucky said gently. Peter smiled, legs swinging under the table.

"My names Peter and my daddies are Steve, an', an' Bucky. I like Stars wars and red," he said, smiling brightly and looking up at Steve who kissed his forehead.

"You did wonderful Pete," Steve encouraged. Peter smiled.

"Tank' 'ou for listening to me," he said, handing the mic back to Bucky and grinning through the pictures and aw's.

"Thank you for giving me the mic Pete, very generous. You gotta still the stage more often, you're the best part."