Daddy! Pietro x Mommy! Reader |Running Start|

You were supposed to be sitting down, lounging on the couch and enjoying your life relaxing in the quiet. It was hard to come by in this day and age, particularly because your young son had learned the joys of shrieking. Babies were fond of using their voices once they realized they had one, and now that he could do something aside from crying, he loved pretending to talk...loudly.

Therefore, the silence was more than welcome in your private little haven. You flipped through your freshly bought book lazily. The spring breeze was calming and fine, even if you were up sixty-four stories of Stark's massive Tower. The windows were cracked open, sunlight filtering into the place and making you feel absolutely relaxed.

It didn't get much better than this.

"(Name)! (Name)! (Name)! (Name)! (Name)! (Name)! (Name)!!" Pietro's voice instantly cut through the peace and quiet, and you sighed. You were right, though; it didn't get better. Just got worse.

"Yes, dear one?" You looked up at him, the man who suddenly appeared beside you and sending the pages of your book flying all around thanks to his high speed. "Aw, you made me lose my page number. I was just getting to the good part!"

"Really? Looked to me like you were falling asleep, котенок*." He mused, leaning over to peck your nose. Your son, Yury, babbled happily in his father's lap, reaching out and grasping the sleeve of your shirt. You smiled down at your little boy, whose eyes were just as blue as his father's. Not to mention the shock of hair that was conspicuously a blend of yours and Pietro's.

Literally the perfect child, if you'd ever seen one.

"I was just enjoying the peace and quiet, short lived as it was." You told him, quirking an eyebrow. Pietro scoffed, pecking your cheek a number of times. Yury squealed.

"You know you love the noise. Vhat can ve say? Yury and I are a party!"

"That's not exactly the word I'd use to describe you two, but whatever floats your boat." You chuckled, shutting the book to turn your attention to the pair of boys that seemed to be full of jitters. "So what's your deal, boys? Why all the ruckus?"

"Oh, yeah! I vanted to show you somezhing cool. Yury's got a new trick you've gotta see!" Pietro told you, grabbing your hand and tugging you up off the couch. "Right, Yury? Don't you vanna show мама vhat you can do?"

Yury gurgled happily, reaching out for his mama with a big, gummy smile. You grinned right back. You let him lead you into the corridor, positioning you at one end of the hallway before zipping down to the other.

"Now stand back, alright? Also, you may vant to brace yourself."

Your eyebrows rose. "Brace myself?"

"Da. Yury's going to valk to you." He held the baby over the floor, his fuzzy socks centimeters from the floor. "Vell...more like run."

"He's barely learned how to sit up." You laughed, smiling confusedly. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"You'll see!" He promised, downright ominously. "Now brace!"

You bent, hands open as if to receive a football. "Braced."

"Alright." Pietro grinned, placing Yury on the floor. "Ready, Yury? Go to мама! Go to мама!" He urged him. You gestured to your son, holding your arms out.

"Here, Yury. Come to mama!!" You told him. Yury's eyes sparkled, babbling something incoherent before moving towards you. All it took was a single step. The second his foot touched the floor--

He shot towards you like a bullet.

You felt Yury's body slam into yours, knocking the wind out of you and nearly off your feet. The baby was firmly smashed against your gut, your eyes bugging out and the wind completely knocked out of you.

Pietro burst out laughing.

"W-what the...heck did y-you...do...?" You wheezed, barely catching the kid before he fell to the floor. Yury looked up at you ike he was having the best time in the world, touching your chin with happy fingers.

"Trust me, it surprised me too zhe first time he did it. Alzhough he ended up hitting a little lower zhan my stomach." He said, patting his gut sadly. "Vhenever he tries to walk he zips forward, like he is a flying bullet!"

"That's putting it lightly..." You rasped, sinking to the floor and staring at your insanely fast child. "I-I didn't think it'd be a hereditary thing..."

"Me, too." He agreed with you, making his way across the hall to sit beside you and Yury. "But vhen zhey gave me powers, zhey vent all out. Straight to zhe DNA."

"I can see that." You chimed. You lifted the baby up to your face, seeing that mischievous little spark in his eyes that Pietro wore so well. "It's a little bit early for him to be walking, too."

"He's not valking. Zhat vas flying." Pietro laughed, poking Yury's nose. "He is a dangerous veapon, now. Knocks zhe vind out of people! And makes zhem have zhe funniest faces. You should've seen yours!" He mimicked your expression poorly, as if he were Robert Downey Jr. pretending to be hit in the face with a car. You punched his shoulder with a glare.

"You should've warned me, jerk!"

"I told you to brace!" He snickered, ruffling your hair before scooping his son up. "Now, let's do it again!"

"Are you kidding? I don't think I'm gonna be able to have kids again after a hit like that." You groaned, the throbbing ache in your gut. "How about you catch him, and I send him to you?"

"Vell, let me just grab some pillows, first." He laughed to himself, helping you up. "But if he hits me again I don't zhink I'll be able to have kids, eizher."

The two of you spent the rest of the day sending a tiny rocket down the hall. Yury seemed to enjoy flying into the pillows, and/or your gut if you didn't aim high enough. Pietro, on the other hand, ended up retiring on the couch with a cold compress where the sun don't shine. Personally, you found it wonderfully entertaining.

Not that you'd tell your poor, aching husband.

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"Hey, (Name)? I was wondering if you and Pietro could maybe help me out with these calculations-"

"TONY, MOVE!"

"What? Why?!"

"Yury's gonna run into your-"

"AGHHH-!!"

"...Pietro, get another cold compress ready."

"Ughh...it's like you shot a cannonball at me. An adorable, evil cannonball..."

"Join zhe party, brozher."

~Ende~