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There was a knock on the door early the next morning and neither husband wanted to get up. Peter was still fast asleep in their arms, though his eyes began to flutter open once Steve sat up and stretched. All three were silent, not even the baby made a peep, as if he knew what was about to happen. Tony stared at Steve for a few moments, a lump forming in his throat at the devastation wrought in those ice blue eyes. The knock became louder, more persistent, and a voice that made Steve blanch called through the door. It was a voice belonging to someone he had lost a long time ago.
"Steve, I know you're in there, open up." It was the voice of none other than James Buchanan Barnes. After rescuing Bucky from HYDRA, the Avengers (Tony included although he was insanely jealous at first of Steve's prior relationship with the soldier) had tried relentlessly to trigger his memories, though the attempts had proven fruitless. Bucky was rehabilitated, he was back in control of his mind and his body, but he would never again be the James that Steve had been in love with. That was okay, Steve supposed, because by the time the Winter Solider came around he was already in a growing relationship with Tony, whom he loved with every ounce of his heart. Things were easier this way, and they were rebuilding a friendship, he had even been invited to James's recent wedding to Thor's friend Darcy.
"Is that Buck?" Tony grumbled, irritated that out of all the freaking social workers in the entirety of DSS, they had to assign Bucky Barnes to this case. Steve was already upset, he didn't need this. Bucky had gone back to school for a little while to get a degree and this is what he had chosen to do for a living to support his new wife and unborn baby.
"JARVIS, you were supposed to―"
"I did alert you, Sir. Three times. Neither you nor Master Steven awoke." Steve looked hopefully at Tony and took his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss.
"Hey, it's Bucky. Maybe we can get him to help us out." Tony was doubtful but he didn't say so for his lover's sake. Tony had meant what he said at Pepper's grave site, he wanted James-Buchanan to be Peter's middle name because he respected the love for James that Steve had held in his heart, he knew what it meant to him. However, Tony couldn't help his own instincts or change his own personality, and there would always be a part of him that got jealous around Barnes. He cradled his baby boy tightly to his chest as he rose to answer the door, bending to press a kiss into the messy tufts of brown curls that he adored.
"I love you, kiddo. Don't ever forget that." Steve followed closely behind, smiling brightly at Bucky, Darcy, and two unfamiliar faces as Stark pulled back the door to their suit. Darcy was dressed in a police uniform, as was the man beside her, and there was a woman with Bucky who appeared to be a fellow social worker. She extended her hand first.
"Good morning, I apologize if we woke you. My name is Nascha Harper and I am the case worker involving your placement of Peter Parker into the foster care system." She was tan, long silky dark hair to her waist…absolutely beautiful. It was within Tony's nature to be charming when met with women of this sort, though his eyes narrowed at her instinctively and he stifled a growl.
"We aren't sending him to a foster home, he's being taken." Tony barked, one of Steve's hands quickly shooting to rub his back as he smiled apologetically to Nascha.
"I'm sorry, we're a little emotional this morning." He locked eyes with Bucky, who appeared to be struggling internally with what he was having to do.
"We understand that, and we apologize. You both already know this, but I am James Barnes, I'm assisting Miss Harper with the duration of this case and behind me is my wife Darcy and her partner, Mr. Beauregard McMullen. They are here to make sure everything goes smoothly. I assume Peter's things are in order?" Steve nodded and dismissed himself to go get the bag he had been forced to pack, leaving a trembling and moody Tony at the door.
"I didn't know you were an officer, Darcy." His attempt at conversation came out steely and cold, but Darcy wasn't the type to notice and she beamed excitedly at him.
"Well, you know me. I like Tasers, thought this was a good fit. Captain Stacy has me on small duty cases like this because of the pregnancy." Tony didn't respond, his heart shattering in his chest as Peter twisted in his arms to play with his father's facial hair, he liked the feel of the stubble against his fingertips.
"Dada!" He babbled with a giggle, not a care in the world on his little face as he played with his daddy, unknowing that it might be for the very last time. Tony bounced him in his arms and nuzzled into his soft, sweet face. He didn't know what he was going to do…he wasn't going to be able to go on knowing he wouldn't get another moment like this. He was lost in this thought when Steve returned and reluctantly handed the bag over to Bucky and took Peter from Tony to give him kisses and say his own goodbyes. The super-solider held him tightly, whispering sweet promises into his tiny ears and wishing him all the love in the whole world. I'll come back for you, buddy. Papa's coming back for you. He uttered this very gently and quietly, for Peter's ears only, before being torn from his thoughts by Miss Harper. She reached in slowly and attempted to take Peter from his papa's arms.
"C'mon, little one. Time to meet your new family." She wrapped her hands around Peter, ignoring the instinctive hiss that Tony let out and she tried for several seconds to pry Peter from Steve's arms, though the child was gripping Steve's shirt with all his might. It shouldn't have been that hard, right? The strength of a six month old versus a 23 year old woman, but no matter how much she tugged she couldn't pull him away.
"Peter, open your fists, we don't have time for this." Her tone was motherly, but Steve resented the way she spoke to his son anyway. He stared her down, feeling Tony grip his hand as they watched her struggle. She gave a sharp tug, pushing against Steve's body for leverage and Peter's fists gave way…however, he still did not come off of Steve's chest. His fingers were pressed against the fabric of his father's shirt, but he was stuck there, as if his fingers alone were holding him in place. A smirk began to suddenly cross Tony's face as he realized what was happening.
"Let him go, Steve." Steve caught on to what Tony was implying and pulled his arms out from under Peter, who did not so much as budge. He didn't fall, he didn't even slide, he was just stuck to Steve, whimpering up at him as Miss Harper tried once more to take him away.
"I don't understand what is going on, but this is very unprofessional." She huffed, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at the couple as if they had done something wrong. Tony was unable to help himself.
"What's wrong, honey? Did Nick not tell you what kind of situation he was signing you up for? Or did you really just think SHIELD would be keeping an eye on some run of the mill, unextrodinary child? This child is gifted beyond your wildest imagination, lady, and you're sending him off to a family that will never understand." Steve squeezed Tony's hand and shot him a look.
"Now isn't the time, Anthony." Tony pursed his lips, but said nothing further, running his free hand gently through Peter's hair as if to say that he was proud of him. He had known Peter would be different because of that bite, and now that he was finally seeing how, he was losing him to people he knew would judge him.
"Take your shirt off, Rogers." James asked in the most polite way possible, though a bright simmer seemed to radiate from Tony at the very idea of Bucky looking at Steve without his clothes on.
"Yeah I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Barnes?" He spat, the venom in is voice shocking everyone, especially Steve, who had not anticipated this sort of reaction from Tony. As far as Steve knew Tony and Bucky were absolutely cool with one another. James didn't understand, he didn't remember ever being more than a friend to Steve and he blinked stupidly at Tony for a few moments before Steve interjected.
"I'm sorry, Buck. This is just hard, for all of us, you know?" James nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Tony's as Steve cradled Peter and took his shirt off, tears filling his ocean blue eyes as Miss Harper finally removed Peter from his arms.
"Papa! Pa!" Peter cried desperately, reaching his arms out and letting Steve's shirt fall to the ground. Bucky felt guilty as he turned his gaze to fall on Steve, who you could tell was breaking from the inside out.
"He likes to sleep with the light on…and he is fighting a cold so he will need his medicine every six hours, please tell them that." They were already walking away and taking Peter to the car, but Steve couldn't stop, it was like having a fit of word vomit.
"He can take baby food now but he prefers his bottle, and don't feed him anything green he hates it….he can't sleep at night without his shark, and he―" Tony cut him off, pulling him against his chest tightly and wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Give it up, Steve. They're gone." They watched for a few agonizing moments as the car faded further and further down the road, a broken, empty sound coming from Steve.
"Did you hear him…he was screaming Tony…screaming…" Tony's eyes looked about as lifeless as Steve's, though he wanted to be strong for his husband. He kissed Steve very gently and rubbed his arms, thinking back to the conversation they had had when they had first brought Peter into their home.
"I know, baby. I know. Go get in the car, okay?" Steve sniffled and shook his head, pulling away from Tony and looking at the ground.
"You knocked the window out, Tony." The sound of Steve's voice frightened Stark and he took his hand, attempting a smile and pulling him toward the garage.
"We have plenty more, you know that. Now come on."
Tony and Steve drove along a winding road in absolute silence, no radio no nothing. There wasn't anything in the whole world they could say to one another to make themselves feel better, and Tony knew that driving to a pet store wasn't going to make anything better either. As a matter of fact, Tony didn't want an animal of any sort, he didn't take very kindly to dingy dirty flea magnets that would inevitably shit all over his 1,000 dollar carpets, but he knew Steve. Steve was going to need something to cuddle and take care of until they could get Peter back and Tony had promised him a dog. When they pulled up to the Petco near Central Park Steve shook his head, memories flooding his brain of the first night they had their son. If you want something to cuddle I will buy you a dog…that's what he had said.
"You aren't serious…" Tony just smiled and hopped out of the car, telling Steve he would be right back. Tony ran in and out a few times, loading the trunk up with dog food and toys and a bowl, finally getting in the car after walking out with something blonde and fluffy.
"As promised, something to cuddle whose name starts with P. I present to you Princess Peach, or Peach for short." Tony stated proudly, holding up a golden retriever puppy with a pink collar. Tony sat the dog in Steve's lap and started the engine, though Steve's mood didn't seem to lighten.
"Come on, Steven. It's a puppy…I thought it would make you at least smile a little, babe." Steve sighed, his eyes looking a little betrayed even though he knew Tony was just trying to keep him happy.
"We just lost our baby and you replaced him with a dog." Tony's smile fell and turned away from Steve, hurt. That wasn't what Tony had meant…not at all. Stark just didn't like it when people he loved were hurting, especially not when he lived for Steve's smile.
"Nothing can replace Peter, Steve. I just…" He just couldn't imagine life without something to distract him from his pain. Peter had taken so much sorrow away from Tony, and now that he was gone there was a gaping hole in his heart. His options were literally train a puppy or drink until the pain is numbed. Which would Steve prefer?
"…whatever." Tony pulled out of the parking lot and drove home, depression settling in for the umpteenth time in his life as he came home to an empty penthouse.
"Keep the damn dog in the living room, I'm going to bed." Tony quipped, giving the keys to Steve and slamming their car door. Steve was more than aware of what 'going to bed' meant and he immediately felt guilty.
"Tony, I'm sorry…I didn't mean―" It was too late, Tony was hurt and unresponsive and he walked away from Steve without so much as a second glance. By the time Rogers had got Peach and all of her things up to the penthouse Tony had already locked himself in their bedroom. He was curled up in their bed, a bottle of Kraken in one hand and Peter's blanket in the other. Steve must have forgotten to pack it, it had been tangled in their bedding from where he had slept with them, but Tony was glad. He held the tiny cloth against is chest and cried quietly into his pillow, lifting his head only to pour more Rum down his throat. Steve knocked a few times, but he knew Tony wasn't going to answer him for a while, so he curled up on the couch and took a deep breath. The puppy happily nipped and licked at Steve's hand, begging to play, though he pushed her away.
"Not now, Peach." He curled up, tears streaming down his face as he caught a whiff of the alcohol coming from their bedroom. Steve couldn't live like this, he didn't know what to do. Tony wasn't going to survive this…and as far as he could tell, maybe he wasn't going to either. The only thing he knew to do was talk to the police about Fury's blackmail, but that was a call to Captain Stacy that was going to have to wait until morning.
"Steve, I know you're in there, open up." It was the voice of none other than James Buchanan Barnes. After rescuing Bucky from HYDRA, the Avengers (Tony included although he was insanely jealous at first of Steve's prior relationship with the soldier) had tried relentlessly to trigger his memories, though the attempts had proven fruitless. Bucky was rehabilitated, he was back in control of his mind and his body, but he would never again be the James that Steve had been in love with. That was okay, Steve supposed, because by the time the Winter Solider came around he was already in a growing relationship with Tony, whom he loved with every ounce of his heart. Things were easier this way, and they were rebuilding a friendship, he had even been invited to James's recent wedding to Thor's friend Darcy.
"Is that Buck?" Tony grumbled, irritated that out of all the freaking social workers in the entirety of DSS, they had to assign Bucky Barnes to this case. Steve was already upset, he didn't need this. Bucky had gone back to school for a little while to get a degree and this is what he had chosen to do for a living to support his new wife and unborn baby.
"JARVIS, you were supposed to―"
"I did alert you, Sir. Three times. Neither you nor Master Steven awoke." Steve looked hopefully at Tony and took his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss.
"Hey, it's Bucky. Maybe we can get him to help us out." Tony was doubtful but he didn't say so for his lover's sake. Tony had meant what he said at Pepper's grave site, he wanted James-Buchanan to be Peter's middle name because he respected the love for James that Steve had held in his heart, he knew what it meant to him. However, Tony couldn't help his own instincts or change his own personality, and there would always be a part of him that got jealous around Barnes. He cradled his baby boy tightly to his chest as he rose to answer the door, bending to press a kiss into the messy tufts of brown curls that he adored.
"I love you, kiddo. Don't ever forget that." Steve followed closely behind, smiling brightly at Bucky, Darcy, and two unfamiliar faces as Stark pulled back the door to their suit. Darcy was dressed in a police uniform, as was the man beside her, and there was a woman with Bucky who appeared to be a fellow social worker. She extended her hand first.
"Good morning, I apologize if we woke you. My name is Nascha Harper and I am the case worker involving your placement of Peter Parker into the foster care system." She was tan, long silky dark hair to her waist…absolutely beautiful. It was within Tony's nature to be charming when met with women of this sort, though his eyes narrowed at her instinctively and he stifled a growl.
"We aren't sending him to a foster home, he's being taken." Tony barked, one of Steve's hands quickly shooting to rub his back as he smiled apologetically to Nascha.
"I'm sorry, we're a little emotional this morning." He locked eyes with Bucky, who appeared to be struggling internally with what he was having to do.
"We understand that, and we apologize. You both already know this, but I am James Barnes, I'm assisting Miss Harper with the duration of this case and behind me is my wife Darcy and her partner, Mr. Beauregard McMullen. They are here to make sure everything goes smoothly. I assume Peter's things are in order?" Steve nodded and dismissed himself to go get the bag he had been forced to pack, leaving a trembling and moody Tony at the door.
"I didn't know you were an officer, Darcy." His attempt at conversation came out steely and cold, but Darcy wasn't the type to notice and she beamed excitedly at him.
"Well, you know me. I like Tasers, thought this was a good fit. Captain Stacy has me on small duty cases like this because of the pregnancy." Tony didn't respond, his heart shattering in his chest as Peter twisted in his arms to play with his father's facial hair, he liked the feel of the stubble against his fingertips.
"Dada!" He babbled with a giggle, not a care in the world on his little face as he played with his daddy, unknowing that it might be for the very last time. Tony bounced him in his arms and nuzzled into his soft, sweet face. He didn't know what he was going to do…he wasn't going to be able to go on knowing he wouldn't get another moment like this. He was lost in this thought when Steve returned and reluctantly handed the bag over to Bucky and took Peter from Tony to give him kisses and say his own goodbyes. The super-solider held him tightly, whispering sweet promises into his tiny ears and wishing him all the love in the whole world. I'll come back for you, buddy. Papa's coming back for you. He uttered this very gently and quietly, for Peter's ears only, before being torn from his thoughts by Miss Harper. She reached in slowly and attempted to take Peter from his papa's arms.
"C'mon, little one. Time to meet your new family." She wrapped her hands around Peter, ignoring the instinctive hiss that Tony let out and she tried for several seconds to pry Peter from Steve's arms, though the child was gripping Steve's shirt with all his might. It shouldn't have been that hard, right? The strength of a six month old versus a 23 year old woman, but no matter how much she tugged she couldn't pull him away.
"Peter, open your fists, we don't have time for this." Her tone was motherly, but Steve resented the way she spoke to his son anyway. He stared her down, feeling Tony grip his hand as they watched her struggle. She gave a sharp tug, pushing against Steve's body for leverage and Peter's fists gave way…however, he still did not come off of Steve's chest. His fingers were pressed against the fabric of his father's shirt, but he was stuck there, as if his fingers alone were holding him in place. A smirk began to suddenly cross Tony's face as he realized what was happening.
"Let him go, Steve." Steve caught on to what Tony was implying and pulled his arms out from under Peter, who did not so much as budge. He didn't fall, he didn't even slide, he was just stuck to Steve, whimpering up at him as Miss Harper tried once more to take him away.
"I don't understand what is going on, but this is very unprofessional." She huffed, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at the couple as if they had done something wrong. Tony was unable to help himself.
"What's wrong, honey? Did Nick not tell you what kind of situation he was signing you up for? Or did you really just think SHIELD would be keeping an eye on some run of the mill, unextrodinary child? This child is gifted beyond your wildest imagination, lady, and you're sending him off to a family that will never understand." Steve squeezed Tony's hand and shot him a look.
"Now isn't the time, Anthony." Tony pursed his lips, but said nothing further, running his free hand gently through Peter's hair as if to say that he was proud of him. He had known Peter would be different because of that bite, and now that he was finally seeing how, he was losing him to people he knew would judge him.
"Take your shirt off, Rogers." James asked in the most polite way possible, though a bright simmer seemed to radiate from Tony at the very idea of Bucky looking at Steve without his clothes on.
"Yeah I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Barnes?" He spat, the venom in is voice shocking everyone, especially Steve, who had not anticipated this sort of reaction from Tony. As far as Steve knew Tony and Bucky were absolutely cool with one another. James didn't understand, he didn't remember ever being more than a friend to Steve and he blinked stupidly at Tony for a few moments before Steve interjected.
"I'm sorry, Buck. This is just hard, for all of us, you know?" James nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Tony's as Steve cradled Peter and took his shirt off, tears filling his ocean blue eyes as Miss Harper finally removed Peter from his arms.
"Papa! Pa!" Peter cried desperately, reaching his arms out and letting Steve's shirt fall to the ground. Bucky felt guilty as he turned his gaze to fall on Steve, who you could tell was breaking from the inside out.
"He likes to sleep with the light on…and he is fighting a cold so he will need his medicine every six hours, please tell them that." They were already walking away and taking Peter to the car, but Steve couldn't stop, it was like having a fit of word vomit.
"He can take baby food now but he prefers his bottle, and don't feed him anything green he hates it….he can't sleep at night without his shark, and he―" Tony cut him off, pulling him against his chest tightly and wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Give it up, Steve. They're gone." They watched for a few agonizing moments as the car faded further and further down the road, a broken, empty sound coming from Steve.
"Did you hear him…he was screaming Tony…screaming…" Tony's eyes looked about as lifeless as Steve's, though he wanted to be strong for his husband. He kissed Steve very gently and rubbed his arms, thinking back to the conversation they had had when they had first brought Peter into their home.
"I know, baby. I know. Go get in the car, okay?" Steve sniffled and shook his head, pulling away from Tony and looking at the ground.
"You knocked the window out, Tony." The sound of Steve's voice frightened Stark and he took his hand, attempting a smile and pulling him toward the garage.
"We have plenty more, you know that. Now come on."
Tony and Steve drove along a winding road in absolute silence, no radio no nothing. There wasn't anything in the whole world they could say to one another to make themselves feel better, and Tony knew that driving to a pet store wasn't going to make anything better either. As a matter of fact, Tony didn't want an animal of any sort, he didn't take very kindly to dingy dirty flea magnets that would inevitably shit all over his 1,000 dollar carpets, but he knew Steve. Steve was going to need something to cuddle and take care of until they could get Peter back and Tony had promised him a dog. When they pulled up to the Petco near Central Park Steve shook his head, memories flooding his brain of the first night they had their son. If you want something to cuddle I will buy you a dog…that's what he had said.
"You aren't serious…" Tony just smiled and hopped out of the car, telling Steve he would be right back. Tony ran in and out a few times, loading the trunk up with dog food and toys and a bowl, finally getting in the car after walking out with something blonde and fluffy.
"As promised, something to cuddle whose name starts with P. I present to you Princess Peach, or Peach for short." Tony stated proudly, holding up a golden retriever puppy with a pink collar. Tony sat the dog in Steve's lap and started the engine, though Steve's mood didn't seem to lighten.
"Come on, Steven. It's a puppy…I thought it would make you at least smile a little, babe." Steve sighed, his eyes looking a little betrayed even though he knew Tony was just trying to keep him happy.
"We just lost our baby and you replaced him with a dog." Tony's smile fell and turned away from Steve, hurt. That wasn't what Tony had meant…not at all. Stark just didn't like it when people he loved were hurting, especially not when he lived for Steve's smile.
"Nothing can replace Peter, Steve. I just…" He just couldn't imagine life without something to distract him from his pain. Peter had taken so much sorrow away from Tony, and now that he was gone there was a gaping hole in his heart. His options were literally train a puppy or drink until the pain is numbed. Which would Steve prefer?
"…whatever." Tony pulled out of the parking lot and drove home, depression settling in for the umpteenth time in his life as he came home to an empty penthouse.
"Keep the damn dog in the living room, I'm going to bed." Tony quipped, giving the keys to Steve and slamming their car door. Steve was more than aware of what 'going to bed' meant and he immediately felt guilty.
"Tony, I'm sorry…I didn't mean―" It was too late, Tony was hurt and unresponsive and he walked away from Steve without so much as a second glance. By the time Rogers had got Peach and all of her things up to the penthouse Tony had already locked himself in their bedroom. He was curled up in their bed, a bottle of Kraken in one hand and Peter's blanket in the other. Steve must have forgotten to pack it, it had been tangled in their bedding from where he had slept with them, but Tony was glad. He held the tiny cloth against is chest and cried quietly into his pillow, lifting his head only to pour more Rum down his throat. Steve knocked a few times, but he knew Tony wasn't going to answer him for a while, so he curled up on the couch and took a deep breath. The puppy happily nipped and licked at Steve's hand, begging to play, though he pushed her away.
"Not now, Peach." He curled up, tears streaming down his face as he caught a whiff of the alcohol coming from their bedroom. Steve couldn't live like this, he didn't know what to do. Tony wasn't going to survive this…and as far as he could tell, maybe he wasn't going to either. The only thing he knew to do was talk to the police about Fury's blackmail, but that was a call to Captain Stacy that was going to have to wait until morning.
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