Narrator's POV

Thud

"What the..." Stephen sat up from the bed. He rubbed his eyes.

"What is it love?" Asked Tony, waking up at the sudden absence of Stephen in his arms.

"There was a thud on the window." Stephen got up and out of bed. He went over to the large glass window that was behind curtains. He pulled the curtains and revealed the window. Then there was another thud. He jumped back a little. It was a white snowball that had hit his window, he watched it slide down the window and looked up to see Peter outside.

He was bundled up, and the ground outside was covered in snow. The woods were white. It was beautiful.

"Look Dad! It's snowing!" Peter said, waving at Stephen from outside. Stephen chuckled and waved back at Peter. Tony came and joined Stephen. They stared at their son playing outside, smiling. Peter fell against the ground and began to move his arms and legs. He was making a snow angel.

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Stephen and Tony were sitting on the large brown couch, snuggled together. They were watching the tv above the large stone fireplace. It made crackling noises and sent warmth throughout the cabin.

The door in the kitchen opening and closing interrupted the peacefulness of the cabin. Peter had come in. He was wiping his feet on the mat that laid on the ground right in front of the kitchen door.

He walked into the living room, where he found his two dads cuddling on the couch. "Aren't you going to go outside? It's beautiful." Peter said.

"I'm not much of a cold person Peter." Stephen said.

"Iron Dad?" Peter looked at Tony.

"Well I..." He looked at Stephen, then at Peter. "I guess I could go out for a bit and do some stuff with you." Tony said.

"Alright!" Peter jumped up. "I'll meet you outside." Peter ran back outside.

"Will you come?" Asked Tony as he got up.

"Maybe in a few minutes." Stephen said, remaining under the blanket he and Tony were cuddling in.

"Don't miss out on all the fun." Tony kissed his forehead and walked upstairs to get dressed.

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"Wow, Peter that's a very convincing snow you." Tony said, admiring Peter's snow figure of Spider-Man.

He looked at his snow figure. It was about four feet tall and made of three large lumps with branches sticking out of its sides.

"Thanks Dad. Yours look pretty cool too." Peter said.

Their sudden attention turned to the sound of one of the cabin's door opening. Stephen came out, bundled up.

"Well look who decided to come out of hibernation." Said Tony.

"Hey Dad!" Peter waved at him. Stephen looked his direction and began walking to them.

Stephen had his arms crossed and his hood on. He walked over to Peter and Tony. His nose was already red, and his body shook.

"Cold?" Asked Tony.

"Freezing." Stephen replied. He noticed Tony's figure. "What is this goblin mutant thing you've made?" He asked.

"It's me." Tony said.

Stephen jumped up a little in realization. "Oh. I-Its nice. Looks j-just like you." He shook.

"Do you like mine?" Peter asked.

"Wow Peter. That really good." Stephen said, admiring Peter's work. "You should build one too Dad." Peter said.

"You know, maybe I will." Stephen pulled his hood off and walked over to a flat area, where he began to build.

Tony walked over to Peter and put an arm around him. He formed a snow ball and smirked. "I'll do your homework for the rest of the year if you hit the head."

Peter looked at him. He took the snowball. "Deal." He said, making the snowball more round. "Hey Doctor Dad!" Peter called out.

"Yes Pe-" As soon as Stephen turned around, he was hit in the face with a snowball.

Tony laughed, and patted Peter on the back. "A deal is a deal." He said. Peter smiled.

They turned to Stephen when they heard a swoosh. Stephen had grown many pairs of arms, each one holding a snowball in each hand.

Peter and Tony's smiled disappeared off their faces.

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"Peter run!" Tony ran across the yard. Peter followed behind him. Stephen levitated close behind them throwing snowballs. And throwing them pretty hard.

Peter was freaking out. His dad was mad, and this was like literal war. One shot, and you were on the ground.

"Uh!" Tony fell to the ground, he'd been hit in the back of the head with a snowball.

"Iron Dad!" Peter cried. He shot webbing at Stephen's eyes. Stephen groaned. His block was temporarily blocked. Peter went over to Tony, kneeled and turned him over.

"Peter." Tony said.

"Dad. It's okay I've got you." He said, trying to lift him.

"N-No. No son." Tony gripped him by the collar of his jacket. "D-Don't let Stephen catch you." He said.

"I-I don't understand." Peter said.

"Y-Yeet that frickity fric frac wizard and get th-that #1 victory royale." Tony said and his body fell limp.

Peter saluted him. "I won't let you down." He said.

Stephen sent a green aurora wave toward and past Peter. It pushed Peter back a little. The webbing was gone from Stephen's eyes. Peter gasped.

"AAAAAAAAAAHH!" A high pitch scream came from Peter as he ran away from his angered dad. Tony gave a small laugh as he laid on the ground with his eyes closed, hearing Peter scream.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!" Came Stephen's voice. He levitated over to where he saw Peter run off to. He found him in the fetal position against the trunk of a cut tree.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Peter yelped.

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"I think that was pretty fun, don't you?" Asked Stephen as he sipped on a mug of hot chocolate, leaning against the counter top of the rustic style kitchen.

Peter and Tony were wrapped in blankets close to the fire. They were shivering and shaking.

Stephen, instead of hitting them with thousands of snowballs, locked them outside of the house for a few hours. They both looked at him and smiled nervously. They nodded.

Later that night, Tony was back on the couch in the living room. He was reading a mechanics book near the fire.

Stephen came into the living room, holding himself and shaking. "Damn Tony. It's really cold in here." He said, taking a look at the thermometer.

Tony put the book he was reading down. He looked at Stephen.

"What the hell? It's 74° in this cabin." He said, "I'm still freezing."

Stephen stood in front of Tony in a navy blue silk robe. His hair was still wet, freshly out of the shower. Tony stood up and went over to Stephen.

"Yes?" Stephen asked, confused by Tony's sudden action.

Tony licked his lips nervously. He looked into Stephen's eyes, but his stare dropped down to Stephen's soft pink lips.

"Tony?" Stephen asked.

That's when Tony took Stephen's face in both hands and pulled him in for a kiss. A very passionate kiss, a sweet, gentle kiss. Stephen was tense at first, surprised by Tony's sudden movement, but relaxed as the kiss deepened.

The kiss began to get more aggressive the longer their mouths remained together. Tony slowly began to drive Stephen back, and Stephen allowed it. Tony pushed Stephen against the couched. The back of his knees bent when they hit the edge of the couch as Tony kept driving him back. He fell onto the couch, pulling Tony down on top of him.

They pulled away for air. Stephen panted, gasping for air. "Tony..." He gasped, as he was taken into another kiss by Tony. He pulled away again. Their foreheads rested against each other, they panted.

"Warm?" Tony asked.

"Y-Yeah..." Stephen responded.

"Good." Tony said, taking Stephen's face in one hand and pulling him into a rough kiss.

"Mph." Stephen moaned. Tony pushed his tongue into Stephen's mouth, getting a taste of what was rightfully his. Then pulled away. Stephen gave a small groan, he didn't want the kiss to end.

Tony chuckled. "Soon." He said, kissing his husband's forehead.