Requested by: iamKhrfan123
Smut: nope!
Summary: You and Tony go to visit your childhood home/family's farm, and while you're there, you meet an unexpected guest. Unexpectedly adorable.
"Come on. They're not that bad." You sighed, pulling your husband out the front door. "They're just my parents." You handed him the keys. "You're making me drive?" Tony asked. "You know how they are." You said.
The good old family farm. Your childhood home, the place you grew up. "It'll be okay. You need to get out of the big city for awhile, and get away from those suits." You got in the car, opting for one that would draw the least amount of attention. "How long will it take to get there?" Tony said, getting in next to you. "A couple hours." Tony heaved a big dramatic sigh. "Oh you'll be fine you big baby. We can even stop for coffee from that place you like." "I intend to." He pouted.
After a few hours, and a coffee later, Tony turned down the county road that led to your family's farm. You leaned forward in your seat, staring out the windshield. "There it is." You smiled. You had a gorgeous childhood home. There was a small pond in the distance, alongside a cute stable. Your parents had torn down the original house that stood on the property, and built a bigger log cabin the year after you graduated high school. You looked over at Tony, who was smiling softly. "Hey. It'll be okay, my mom loves you." "It's your dad I'm worried about." He said. "You're a city boy, what do you expect?" You winked at him.
You jumped out of the car and raced up the steps, opening the screen door. Your mom opened the door quickly, grinning from ear to ear. "Mom!" She pulled you into a hug, laughing loudly. You were the spitting image of your mother. Just 30 years younger. She had the same hair you did, just with a little more grey, and it reached to her shoulders. She had wider hips than you did, but that was because she'd had three kids. Your two older brothers, and then you. Her smile was your smile, her eyes, your eyes. Apart from the color. "Ooooh I don't think you're allowed to leave anymore. Your dad and I miss you too much!" She said. "Now where is that handsome husband of yours?" She stepped past you, walking out to the edge of the porch. Tony walked up, smiling up at your mother. "There you are! I was wondering if you'd even come!" She grinned again, hugging him the same way she did you. "Where's dad?" You asked. "Oh, he's out in the stable. Bessie had babies real early this morning. So he's been in and out of there all morning long with the farmhand and the vet." She said. "I've got dinner on the stove too. There's cookies sitting on the counter too, help yourselves." She said, walking over to the stove. You walked to the island, and grabbed a cookie.
Tony went and stood next to your mom, watching as she cooked dinner. "That smells delicious." He said. "It's an old family recipe. You should get Y/n to make it for you if you like it." She said. "I have the recipe." You said, walking to look out the window. "Can I do anything to help?" Tony asked politely. "Oh sure! Could you go to that cabinet over there and get me the Tabasco?" She motioned over to a cabinet across the kitchen. "Thanks honey." She smiled.
"Y/n? Dinner's almost ready, you should go grab your dad, tell him to come in." She said. "Tony, come with me?" You held your hand out to him. The two of you walked out the back door. You grabbed your mud boots, and threw on your old work jacket, pulling your hair back into a low ponytail. "Here. Wear this." You handed him an old jacket. "Do you like those shoes?" You asked. "Oh, no. I wore these for a reason." "Well still. You should put these on." You handed him your older brothers boots. "Alright." He sighed.
"I'm proud of you. You haven't made a scene yet." "I've already said this Y/n. I like your mom. It's your dad that doesn't like me." He said. You grabbed his hand again, pulling him down the steps. You walked over to the barn, pushing open the door. "Dad!" You let go of Tony, and walked over to your dad. "Hey sugar!" "How's Bessie?" You asked. "Aw well she's alright. She had nine babies real early this mornin', it was ten, but one of 'em got out a little while ago." He said. "Oh no. How long?" You asked. "Aw, about five, ten minutes?" "Did you go look for him?" Tony asked. "He's only got three legs. Wouldn't survive the night." He said sadly.
"Good to see you Tony." Your dad said. Your jaw almost dropped. "The honors all mine." He smiled. "Well I don't know about you two, I'm going to look for that pig. You'd better come with me." You pulled him back out of the barn. You looked around the pond first, but came up empty handed. "Maybe the woods?" Tony suggested. "I bet he was trying to find somewhere safer. Poor thing." "I'm surprised he can walk. Must be one of the stronger ones, even if he does have three legs." Tony said. "You're really trying to get my hopes up, huh?" "Is it working?" He smiled. "Yeah, actually. It is." You ran over to the treelike, looking through all the bushes. "Crap, I should've grabbed gloves." You said.
"Do you see him?" You called over once you'd been looking for awhile. "No." He said back. "Dinner's probably cold by now, shouldn't we go inside?" Tony said, walking over to you. "Oh my god!" You gasped, bending down. "Is it him?"
"I really should've grabbed gloves." You cursed yourself. "Why?" "That's poison oak." You nodded toward the bush. Lying under the leaves was a little pink piglet, with three short stubby legs. "Well I'll be damned. You think your mom will let us in the house?" He asked. "Yeah." You started to reach down to the bush, but Tony stopped you. "No! You can't get poison oak, what about your suits?" "I care about you more. The suits can wait." He smiled softly. You stepped back, and watched as Tony cradled the tiny animal in his hands. You pulled off your work jacket and held your hands out to Tony, who placed the tiny animal in your arms. "You need to hurry inside. My mom will have some medicine for the itching." You said, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.
"What's that?" Your Mom asked as soon as you walked inside. The piglet must've smelled whatever was cooking, because he perked his little head up out of the jacket. "Oh sweet Jesus! What in the world is that?" She shrieked. "Calm down mom! It's just a little pig. Tony got poison oak, could you help him?" You asked. "Oh no. Quick, go wash your hands, and don't touch anything!" She ordered, ushering him out of the room.
Your dad sat at the head of the table, watching the two of you work. You cleared a spot off next to the sink and placed the bundle down on the counter. "He's so cute." You smiled. "I wonder if he'll make it through the night." Tony said.
After your mom had helped Tony with his hands, you decided to give the pig a bath. "Can we keep him?" You asked Tony suddenly. "Dad, you said yourself he's as good as dead. We could take him in and see how he does." You suggested. "That's fine with me if it's fine with Tony." He chuckled. "Please?" You asked, holding up the clean baby pig, who squealed loudly at you. "What are we gonna name him?" Tony asked. You smiled brightly. "We could name him... porky?" You scrunched your nose up. Tony shook his head. "How about... poison." He said. "I like Chris p. Bacon." Your dad suggested. You giggled. "I got it! Oakley! Because we found him under the poison oak!" You said brightly. Tony sighed. "There's no changing your mind at this point I'm sure. Hi Oakley." He smiled.
"This is going to be so sweet." You said. You left that night with a pig in the back of your husbands blue 1973 mustang. Of all things. "Thank you for doing this." You leaned back and grabbed the box from the backseat. You bent down and grabbed the bottle your dad had given you, along with Oakley. "Are you hungry?" You said softly. "Yeah, I am. Let's go get cheeseburgers." Tony said. "Not you." You snorted. "Aw Tony look! He is hungry." You gave Oakley the bottle. "It Does kind of suck that he's missing a leg." Tony looked over at the baby pig. "You can make him one, and you can make it out of metal, so you'll be able to call Bucky a pig." You grinned. "You manipulative little child." He said. "Aw come on." You held Oakley up to the side of your head. "How can you say no to these faces?" You stuck your bottom lip out, and Oakley squealed angrily at the absence of food. You laughed, and fed him some more. "He's going to be a handful." "We can do it." Tony reassured you. "We're lucky Bessie is a potbelly pig, or we'd be in trouble." "Hey. I said we can do it. Now miss piggy, I think you need to burp the baby. Wouldn't want him screaming all night." He said snarkily. You just laughed.
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