Tony laid still, rolled away from his side of the bed, curled halfway over Thor’s form. Ever since the snow day, something had shifted. Tony had been utterly caught up in his new husband and the rest of his new little family unit. His surroundings had felt real in a way they’d never had since his arrival, demanding he linger in the moment.

Drawn from his deep sleep, Tony sluggishly twisted his head to see over his shoulder and started at the sight of Peter’s blurred form. “Jesus, Pete...” Tony mumbled, letting his head fall back straight. Even in his groggy head, he had the decency to feel sheepish, shoving a blanket over Thor’s bared upper half. The man slept in little else than boxers, even in the dead of winter, and Tony guessed Peter didn’t care to see any confirmations of his dad’s private life in the flesh.

“Everything alright? How’d you even get in here?” Tony kept his voice low, straightening out his sweater and sweats combo as he rolled over.