"Kay. I'll wait here for you guys, love you." 

"Love you."

He is going to SUCCEED at leaving with only one kiss this time because he is going to see Z.

It’s not that long before he shows up in plainclothes (cargo pants and a hoodie with the hood up over his face and heavy boots) at the front entrance to Stark Tower, lugging a couple of bags.

And then he gets PICKED UP AND HUGGED.

As promised, Asher squeals.

Laughing! Kicking!

"Hey!"

"Hey! I love you! Come upstairs."

“Are you that ready to get a room, or am I meeting the new guy?”

Following him!

"New guy!"

Shall they make out in the elevator?

He's still curled up on the couch when they get upstairs. 

Asher bends over and kisses him.

Mmmmmm good. 

"Hey," he says to Z when Asher's done. 

He points accusingly at Asher.

“Cradle robber!” he says, in a tone of extreme feigned outrage.

"I love him."

"I will have you know I am above the age of consent in the majority of US states," he says, and then, "Hi, Z." 

“Hey, Spidey. Congrats on the hot boyfriend.”

He turns to Asher and resumes mock outrage.

“He’s barely out of the egg sac!”

"I was planning on waiting until he was 18 and then flying him to Hawaii for a romantic sex vacation."

“I think you’ve gotta pick one of those modifiers.”

"I don't know what would be more romantic than a week of constant sex with someone I love."

He's looking at Z thoughtfully.

...cute. 

...well now he’s all pink.

Kiss.

"Where's Laser?"

"...staying with Clint's kids. Figured it'd be good for him not to just hang out with a fucked-up mercenary all the time, and...y'know, given the...between things."

"He can live in Stark Tower too, we have plenty of space and I'm already homeschooling one person." He thinks. "...Do five-year-olds usually go to school?"

"Five is the year you traditionally start kindergarten, yeah. I should not have started at five and I should have then been held back like two years but I'm told that for most kids five is right."