“Petey, can you tell your dads that dinner’s ready?” Bucky asked.
“Sure thing, Dad. FRIDAY can you tell my dads that dinner’s ready.”
“Of course, Sir Jr.”
“Peter, if you were gonna ask FRIDAY, I could have done so myself.”
“Yeah, I thought it kinda weird, that you asked me to do it, to be honest,” Peter sipped on his iced tea, with a face like innocence itself, save for the gleam of smirk and mischief in his eyes.
“You’ve been around Loki and Tony for too long,” Bucky sighted and went back to his cooking.