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so I wrote a thing based off of crazyk-c's drawing! I'm not even done it but it was a little Drabble. And I got inspired from another picture that had Bruce hating the yelling. So here you guys go :)
Peter stood in his crib listening to his fathers arguing. He felt himself trembling at how loud they got.
“What the hell is your problem?! You could have died!” Steve yelled, causing Peter to let out a whine, only to be muffled by the pacifier in his mouth.
“Lay off! I did what I had to do!” Tony yelled back, slamming his hand on the desk. Peter whimpered and sat down.
“What about Peter?! Do you want him to grow up without you?!” Steve yelled back. Tony stared at Steve.
Peter looked at his Captain America and Ironman plushes he got from Aunt Tasha. He grabbed them and let the tears fall, clutching the stuffed animals close to his chest. He was sniffling when he heard the door to his room open.
“Oh Peter.” Bruce sighed, hating the shouting just as much as the young boy. “I hate shouting too.” He added, carefully picking the boy up. Peter clutched Bruce’s shirt and whimpered. Bruce began patting his back as he carried him towards the rocking chair. The door slamming downstairs made both of them jump. Seconds later softer footsteps came up the steps. Tony peaked his head into the room.
“He heard you both.” Bruce said not even looking up. “He was terrified.”
“I-I’m sorry, Bruce. I’m sorry Peter.” Tony sighed, tiptoeing into the room. Peter peaked up from Bruce’s chest, and then reached for Tony. Tony gladly took his son into his arms, cradling him as close as possible. Moments later, Steve peaked into the room.
“Who slammed the door downstairs?” Bruce asked confused.
“Barton, he told us to shut up and get our heads out of our asses.” Tony mumbled, rubbing Peter’s back.
“We woke him, didn’t we?” Steve asked, leaning against the door frame.
“Yep.” Tony sighed, watching Bruce quietly make his leave before taking his seat in the rocking chair.
Guys, take a look at this writting! ITS SO PERFECT (my heart ;n;)
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