Characters: Peter, Steve, Tony
Rating: K
Peter's age: 10
Superhusbands

"Why did you adopt me?" Peter asked as he placed the dried dishes into the cabinet. They had a routine down: Tony or Steve would cook, then the other would wash the dishes and Peter would dry.

Next to him, the blonde man's body seemed to freeze and he looked over at his son. "What?"

"Why did you and Dad decide to adopt me?" He glanced towards Tony whose eyes were unreadable. The question had been weighing on his mind recently. Peter was happy unbelievably so, and honestly couldn't imagine his life any different; however, he couldn't help but wonder what made him special enough to be adopted by Captain America and Iron Man.

Steve began to move again, slowly rinsing the sink and his hands before taking the towel in Peter's hands to dry his own. He gestured for Peter to sit across from Tony before he took the vacant seat next to his husband. After a few moments of pregnant silence, Tony spoke. "Are you asking why we adopted you out of all the children we considered?"

When the brown haired boy nodded, the Captain sighed and took the hand of the man next to him.
"You have to understand that we aren't ready to tell you the circumstances as to how we found you, but I guess you do have the right to know why," Tony began, absentmindedly rubbing the stubble on his face with his free hand.

"You were beautiful. So small, fragile, and the moment I held you...everything clicked into place. A part of me felt horrible, because, well of what happened to your mother," Steve's voice grew quieter a moment before he exhaled and started again, sharing a brief glance with Tony. "You hardly cried despite everything, but I suppose you wouldn't understand everything at only four months." He smiled slightly, remember how good of a baby Peter was, how good of a son that he is.

It was Tony's turn to speak and smile at his son, "See, we decided that we didn't exactly care what age the kid was. We interviews surrogates, but it felt unfair that only one would be biological, so we opted out.
"An agency had a few babies and a few older kids they thought we could handle, but all of that changed when we met you. It was like you were made to be adopted by us." The dark haired man's grin widened and he reached across the table to take Peter's hand. "Petey, I hate to say it, but you're stuck with us."

The brown haired boy looked at his fathers before nodding as a smile split his face, causing dimples to appear. "That's okay with me. I think you'd end up killing Pop if I wasn't around anyways."

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes in a mock display of annoyance. "You two are too much alike."