All I Want

“Howard?”

A wince, then followed by a frown and then a placid expression, Steve stares and studies the man sitting there in the middle of the room in the couch with a blanket draped over his shoulder. A sense of concern floods him as he finds scrapes and injuries the more he looks at him. His dark brown hair that curls to the ends, and his angular jaw, his eyes and his lips they are all too much like his friend but it can’t be…Howard is gone.

“I would have been offended, but taking offense can take up energy and that’s what I don’t have right now.” The man says with a proud tone.

Lord Rhodes sighs and gestures towards the brunet to introduce him.

“Your Highness, this is Anthony Edward Stark of the Kingdom of Iro, son of the late King Howard and Queen Maria Stark.” Lord Rhodes explains.

Anthony Edward, Steve looks at the man, he looks very much like his father, perhaps if Steve had met Howard in an older age he would have looked exactly like him.  A smile crosses his lips at the nostalgia.

“Anyone of Stark is welcome to us.” Steve says but the blank expression in the brunet does not leave. He stares back at Steve as if observing every movement he makes.

“Tony.” The former prince tells Steve as he breaks their eye contact, he shuffles and moves and reveals a small boy sleeping beside him with his head on Tony’s lap. “I would care less if you welcome me or not, but I need to have a roof over this boy’s head and you can kick me out.”

“Such a lovely child.” Loki says in the corner of the room making Tony eye him cautiously.

“I don’t care if you’re a God or what but if you lay a finger on my kid I’d—“

“Nobody will hurt you and—“

“Peter.” Tony supplies.

Steve nod.

 “Nobody will hurt you or Peter here.” he tells him but Tony remains guarded. “I have the duty to protect you and…your son.”

Steve notices something flicker in Tony’s eyes, it is fleeting but it look more like pain and disappointment but they quickly disappeared. His eyes glaze over the small child in Tony’s lap, he has Tony’s hair, his curls though were very prominent and his hair is of a little lighter than his father’s. The child is a surprising addition to the Prince to whom Steve heard had no lover or has ever been in a committed relationship but seeing how the man reacted, he would surely not have any of their aid if he is not with the boy.

“Peter is Tony’s biological son, he’s inevitably the next in line to the throne if Tony ever decides to give up his title.” Rhodes tells Steve and the King nods in understanding.

“Not like it matters,” Tony says with a scoff, “I’m in exile and they attempted to kill my son.”

“That is serious treason!” Thor says in his spot where he stands, his voice echoes and rumbles through the tall ceiling and walls of the room.

Steve purses his lips, in any normal circumstances Thor would have been correct. Tony is of royal birth, his biological son should be in line of the throne but Tony has not taken the crown for so long, though he remains the heir his grip to the throne is slack, in addition to that Steve doubts he had made Peter’s existence public.

“It would be if the people of Iro knew that Peter is His Grace’s son.” Bucky says out loud much to Steve’s surprise. Tony’s expression fell as well.

“You hid your heir?” Loki asks surprised, “Who in the right mind would hide their child—“

“Apparently sane is not part of the many things I am known for.” Tony says cutting the God of Mischief who merely rolls his eyes at him.

“That is a topic that is least importance.” Lord Rhodes finally says, “Peter is Tony’s only son, he is of royal birth and there is nothing else to establish. Tony and his son would remain here in asylum until such time that it becomes safe for them to return to Iro.”

“You are just but an aristocrat Lord Rhodes, you speak to the Immortal King as if—“

“Loki.” Steve warns him, he shakes his head at the God. “I have a massive debt to the Starks, you know that well.”

Loki sighs and shrugs.

Steve purses his lips for a moment and nods. He looks Rhodes dead in the eye and offers him a handshake, to which the other accepts with a grateful grip.

“Tony is not the easiest person to deal with Your Highness, but please until things have settle allow him to stay.” He tells Steve who nods appreciatively.

“I swear to the Gods present before us Lord Rhodes.”

Rhodes nods and finishes his business right then. Once the man left, Steve allows Bucky to lead Tony and his son to their quarters. Tony settles with Peter in a single room refusing to be separated from his son. As soon as the two has settled, Loki and Thor bid him good bye as well stating something about their son getting fussy again and may need to return home to get a proper sleep.

Once everything has set, Steve calls Natasha and Bucky to his office to discuss the new addition to the household. As soon as Natasha comes in tow with the White Wolf, the King greets them and they both returned the gesture.

“I’m sorry for having you called too many times.” Steve tells Bucky who waves his hand in dismissal.

“I’m not old Steve.” He tells him casually whom which the other replies with a laugh.

“You’re almost a hundred years old Barnes, you’re old.” Natasha says before taking a seat across the desk of the King.

“Not when you look at me.” Bucky says smugly.

“Still hundred years old.”

“Please, I need both of your attention at the issue here.” Steve says earning their attention, finally.

Natasha squirms in her seat to get comfortable while Bucky remained in the side of the room like he always does. Steve takes a deep breath, where does he start, there are many things that he wants to know about Howard’s son and his apparent grandson as well to which Steve had no idea existed until today. Is Anthony Edward Stark perhaps secretly married, where is his wife, or lover, did they die because surely he would not be that heartless to leave the mother of his son in the crumbling Kingdom of Iro under the rule of his own nemesis.

“You know I can’t read minds, right Your Highness?” Natasha says cutting Steve’s train of thoughts.

“I do not know much about Prince Anthony.” He confesses, “If he would be living here, I wish not to cause him any discomfort however I am sure I am only bound to do that with so little things I know about him.”

Natasha chuckles, “You should have said so, if you forgot that’s my job Your Highness.”

“Creep.” Bucky mutters under his breath before Natasha turns to him and smiles before sputtering a profanity.

“People.” Steve calls, “Focus?”

Natasha sighs and turns to face Steve and smiles, she composes herself. She crosses her leg over the other and begins to recite her well-made profile of the Prince of Iro.

“Anthony Edward Stark is the only child of former King Howard Stark and his wife Queen Maria Stark, heir to the throne of Iro, he had delayed the reclamation of the crown for a very long time since the last King has passed away. He was dubbed as a prodigy, though he has refused to take over the throne he has made many great innovations for the weaponry business as a child up to his teenage years. He stopped creating a few years ago…about two years.”

“And his son?” Steve asks.

Natasha nods, “His son is known as Peter Benjamin Parker.”

“Parker?” Steve asks, “Is he not of Stark?”

“He is.” Bucky assures him, “Have you seen them, they look alike.”

“I have eyes Buck.” Steve says sighing, “I am merely pointing the fact that Prince Anthony has not given his son his name.”

“He didn’t know of his existence until such time.” Natasha tells him, “The boy was born as Peter Benjamin Parker to Lady Mary Parker of the Valley of Queens. She had not made known of her son’s true parentage and that remained so until a couple of months when she passed away. According to my investigation the Prince has secretly taken care of the child but did not made their relationship known to anyone else but Lord James Rhodes. The boy lived outside the palace.”

Steve is quiet for a moment contemplating the said revelations. He raises his hand to tell Natasha he has enough, he knows enough. He cannot divulge himself more on the man’s personal life. It puzzles him of course but those were decisions that the man decided to make surely for a good cost. There is no denying the affection that he feels for the boy.

“What happened to him on the exile?” Steve asks.

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest and begins narrating their journey. It took them three days to get to Goba right after they met with Lord Rhodes on the border. The scorching sun gave them no mercy but the will and hope of Lord Rhodes is familiar that Bucky wanted nothing but to help him. If he and Steve would have been in the same post, he would react the same as Lord Rhodes. The man told him how many of his acquaintance had told him it was futile and mad to search for the Prince in the massive dessert of Goba but he was determined that his friend is alive.

It was only on the third night of their search when Lord Rhodes confessed the reason behind his faith.

“If there is one thing that Tony cannot do that is letting his boy down, people think he’s an asshole which most of the time is true but to his son…it’s different. He would do everything to keep his words to that boy.”

Apparently Tony was not only exiled alone, he was thrown off with his son, a two years old boy that has honestly nothing to do with the whole mess. When the Prince’s advisor and now current Regent of Iro found out that the man had a biological son hidden somewhere he combed through all neighboring villages in search for the boy until he did find him. In attempt to kill the boy he sent him together with Tony in the exile. However Lord Rhodes believed that Tony would make sure the heavens would bend down and rain on them if it meant his son had a water to drink.

On the second week they did found them, Tony and his son has taken a shelter in a small oasis in the middle of Goba and for some fascinating way the Prince was able to build their own hut there. He had fed the two years old with small fruits from the few plants which grew around the oasis.

“We found him in the dessert, he managed to make ends meet. Honestly, I am not surprised.” Bucky tells him, “Lord Rhodes said he’s some genius.”

Steve smiles and nods, “I am glad that he and his son are well.”

“Hn, I wouldn’t jump to that if I were you Your Highness.”  Natasha says. “We don’t know what they did to him before they threw him out.”

Silence takes over the Immortal King, if living for a long time has taught him anything, one of them is the fact that every man has their demons. One way or another they acquire them. Steve remembers the anger that filled him once before when a group of highly trained men took Bucky during one of his visits to a neighboring country, he searched high and low to no avail. It took him four long years until he found where the group hid his dear friend with the help of the Romanoff’s. For four years they had tortured and studied the extent of his friend’s immortality to the point of amputating one of his arms just to see if blood loss would kill him or would it grow back.

The metal prosthesis attached to Bucky served as a grim reminder of Steve of the horrors that day served for his friend for years. Days and nights his friend would wake up in a trance state thinking he was still in the horrid prison where he was kept for years. Getting Bucky back from that point made Steve realize even the strongest men has their own vulnerabilities, the same goes for him.

“Then I would be careful around him.” Steve says making Natasha chuckle as she flicks her red hair.

“He doesn’t look like a fragile one.” She tells him and Bucky nods in agreement. “You probably had been around way too many supernatural beings, but must I remind you Your Highness that if there is a single thing humans despise besides pain, that would be the feeling of being helpless. He won’t break and I don’t think he needs to be treated like a damsel in distress.”

“As much as I would like to disagree, she is right.” Bucky tells Steve, “I think you should just let him do what he has to do.”

“I…I will take that into account.”

Natasha laughs as she stands up from her seat, “I have work to do, just call me when you need me.”

Steve nods as she exits the room. As soon as the door closes behind her Steve slips down his seat, he absentmindedly drums his fingers on the table. His mind reels back to the image of the Prince, an ache of guilt fills his chest. He looks just like the man who used to laugh beside him and tell him what flowers his surrogate sister liked best, the man who jumped with him even when Margaret and Bucky had told them it was a stupid plan whilst laughing and saying that was the stupidest thing he ever done but nonetheless the best idea, he looks just like the man he left behind in expense of peace for his men.

He wonders briefly if Tony wouldn’t have suffered this faith if he had only been there, if instead of letting go he held on and convinced Howard to choose peace instead of turning away.

“He told me he’s going to fix my arm.”

Steve looks up and he sees Bucky walking up to the window behind Steve’s desk. He stares at the garden overlooking from the room through the window.

“That’s…”

“Ambitious?” Bucky supplies. Steve doesn’t dare to speak.

The metal arm that was created soon after Bucky was returned to Acrimea was the only available known way of restoring his former way of life. Though the procedure was successful the truth is metal is a very heavy material and the possibility of corrosion had always been there. The longer the time he uses the said prosthesis Steve notices the way it messes up with his balance and gait. For years they’ve tried to search for an alternative or at least a small fix for the said problem, they ended up with none.

“He’s a Stark what do you expect.” Bucky tells him.

“Are you letting him?”

Bucky is quiet for a moment, Steve knows how sensitive the White Wolf is with the said arm. It was one of the most obvious unpleasant souvenir of his past and if Bucky has been a lot of thing since the said incident, none of it is any closer to trusting. He allowed very few people to touch him near where the metal artificial limb attaches to his body.

“Sometimes you need to do something to keep your minds off the things that haunt you.” Bucky tells Steve. “This is his way, I think I don’t mind.”

Steve smiles.

“Do you ever miss Howard?” Bucky asks Steve.

“That is…I thought I have long forgotten. I thought I was able to accept the fact that one day just like everyone we knew then, he will have to go.”

“But the Prince reminds you of him?”

“Verily.” Steve answers. “I wish I was there for Howard like I am here for his son and grandson.”

Bucky nods contented with his friend’s answer, he walks to Steve and puts a hand on his shoulder squeezing them tenderly.

“Don’t fuck it up Stevie.”

Steve merely laughs.

“Apparently human care does not come with a manual Buck.”

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The following week since the Prince of Iro’s arrival has been uneventful, the week rolled on almost with no problem. Almost. Steve sighs as he drags himself to the cellars, he frowns as he smells something akin to burning copper and metal. He follows the scent and finds himself in one of the rooms, it should have been vacant but he can see from the gaps of the door that it has a bright light on and something…sparking? He quickly pushes the door open in fear for a fire but what he sees surprises him more.

Steve blinks a few more times, Bucky’s former artificial arm is lying on the table and the man himself sitting on a stool while Tony is bent on the other’s new prosthesis holding a soldering iron wearing a sweat soaked tunic and a protective goggles. He says something and Bucky hums before he closes the soldering iron in the piece of machinery creating a sparks. As soon as the sparks erupted Steve hears a giggle in the corner of the room and he finds a small crib where Peter stood holding a stuffed animal to his chest as he watches his father work.

In shock and panic Steve walks across the room and looks at the boy’s crib worried that some small pieces of metal could have landed there.

“Prince Anthony!” He calls earning him a groan from Tony who pulls away from his work to look at him behind the thick material of his goggles.

“What?”

“You left your son in the corner of this room in a crib?”

“He’s fine.” Tony tells him, “He likes watching me work so I brought him down.”

“This is not a place where a child should be!” Steve tells him and Bucky only laughs. “What if Prince Peter finds something on the floor and put them in his mouth.”

“He’s in the crib.” Tony points out.

“And he could climb out of it!”

“He’s smart not unlike your usual kid, he’s contented there.”

“He’s still a child and they should not be allowed to be alone like that.”

“Then what do you suggest me to do, carry him while I make your friend’s arm?” Tony says putting down the soldering iron before crossing arms. “Why don’t you carry him and bring him here so he can watch.”

“W-What?”

“If you’re so insistent then on not leaving the child alone, then take him here.”

Steve shifts his eyes from Tony to Peter, the young boy scrunched his nose at the conversation. Steve sighs and gently picks up Peter from the crib that is obviously small for him. As soon as he has taken Peter in his arms the boy holds Steve’s jacket, he feels a small caution from the boy from him but it is understandable. Tony watches him like an eagle from where he stands, he points at another stool a few feet from where he and Bucky stands.

The Immortal King sits down on the empty stool and reaches for a spare goggle set on the table.

“You have to wear this, son.” He tells Peter. He puts them on the kid and adjusted the straps to his head as Tony begins to work again.

“Don’t go stealing my son Rogers.” Tony says amidst his work.

“I would not dare Prince Anthony.”

“It’s Tony.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something but Stark raises a free hand to him gesturing him to stop.

“Don’t argue with it, I’m not a Prince, spangles.”

Spangles? Steve tilts his head a little to the side in confusion until he feels a small hand tug in the sleeve of his jacket and he sees Peter looking at him. The boy shifts from his perch on Steve’s lap and removes his goggles revealing his massive innocent chocolate brown eyes.

“In Iro, Acrimea’s are star and stripes!” he explains in his small voice making Steve smile. Without a thought the Immortal King reaches to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh!” Peter tells him, “They call it star spangled banner!”

“You remember them very well.” Steve compliments the boy, “People calls it that.”

“Iro is called Stars and Sparks!”

“Yes. That is very clever Prince Pe—“

“It’s just Peter, Cap.” Tony tells him.

“But he’s—and why are you calling Cap?”

Tony finishes his work and puts down the soldering iron before facing Steve with an eyebrow raised.

“Weren’t you the Captain of your troops before you were King?”

“I…Well technically yes and—“

“And that is why Cap.” Tony tells him. The brunet reaches for Peter but Steve frowns and pulls the boy away making Tony glare at him. “What the—“

“You are soaked in sweat Tony.”

Tony huffs and walks to the back of the room where another tunic is perfectly laid down freshly pressed.  Peter giggles at something before looking at Steve with doe eyes that could melt the thickest ice caps. He finds himself smiling at the smart infant before he looks up and checks on Bucky who is merely looking at him with a curious expression. Steve looks at Bucky’s arm, the old and heavy looking arm is replaced with a shinier yet slightly darker material, the doll like joints replaced by ridges and it fit Bucky like a perfect glove.

Bucky smiles as soon as he finds Steve staring at his new prosthesis and he flexes his fingers and moves the whole limb with ease.

“It looks…”

“Great.” Bucky finishes Steve’s statement. “It’s lighter than the previous one. Just as we thought the weight has been messing up my gait and now I see the difference. I feel more comfortable working on it.”

“That’s because your poor excuse of an artificial limb is trash Barnes.” Tony shouts from the corner of the room making Bucky smirk.

“Thanks for noticing Stark.”

“No problem.”

Steve smiles. The ridges allows movement and flexibility which was limited in Bucky’s previous prosthesis, it looks lighter as well and more intricate.

“How long have you two been working on your arms?” Steve asks curiously.

“Us, probably four hours. Him, five days.” Bucky answers just as Tony marches in and snatches his son off from Steve’s lap to set the boy in his hip.

Steve looks at Tony, “You’ve been using this cellar as your workshop?”

“I can’t?” Tony asks without a tinge of remorse in his words, he shrugs at Steve and continues, “I was bored, and this was empty anyways. Well if I can’t then you can take it back, I’ll just clean up the whole mess and put them back—“

“No, I was just asking.” Steve cuts him.

The King stands up to take in the whole room, though the lights were bright enough to see, he doubts if it is bright enough to work on small pieces of machinery. The table where Bucky’s former prosthesis sat looks pitiful, like one more weight and it would break to pieces. The tall shelves in the corner of the room are dusty, and surely Tony is lacking most equipment needed by a decent engineer or even an average mechanic.

He mentally notes to ask someone to bring up lists to Tony so he can have this room look like a real workshop.

“Oh…” Tony says and he nods, “I guess thanks?”

“This is your home now too Tony, you just have to say.” Steve tells him with the gentlest smile.

“I…I…yeah.”

“Alright!” Steve announces as he marches down to the door, “Now that I have found out that the three of you have been here since the break of dawn, I am expecting all of you at the dining table.”

“I ate my fucking breakfast Steven!” Bucky retorts.

“Language!”

“Food!” Peter exclaims.

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“Now tell me where is the boy?”

Tony closed his eyes as his lips trembled, two guards held him down while a young soldier kneels down before him with arms tied and face badly bruised. Obadiah stood behind the boy eyes stared down at the poor soul, in his hand he held a device Tony knew very well. The young soldier shook his head despite his whole body shook at the incoming.

Tony couldn’t watch, bile rose to his throat and he is about to confess when he sees the young soldier stare at him, the young man perhaps no more than in his twenty years of age gave him a wry smile.

“It’s alright Your Highness.” He said it him. “I will take it to my grave, please tell my family I died of noble death.”

BANG

Tony’s eyes widen, the young soldier’s lifeless body slumped to the floor with a gaping hole in his skull and blood gushing out from the wound soaking the carpet below. Tony feels his heart hammering in his chest, his body growing cold and the warm spray of blood roll down his cheek. He heard Obadiah’s voice again.

“The boy, Tones, where is the boy?”

Tony wakes up with a gasps, he jolts up from his bed and the blanket pools in his lap. Cold sweat trickled down his neck to his chest. He puts his hand on his chest to calm his heart and even his breathing. He curses under his breath as he reaches to turn the night lamp on.

He looks around him eyeing every detail of the foreign room, he takes a lungful of the scent of the room a mixture of lavender and chamomile. The walls are smooth unlike of the dungeon where he was shoved into for a month before they found Peter and threw them both to the dessert.

Peter. Yes, Peter. Tony hurries as he climbs out of his bed, he takes a robe and dresses before slipping out of the room. As soon as he is out on the hallways he finds the door to Peter’s room which is just right across his in the hallway slightly open and with a warm light seeping through. With nightmare glazed and fogged mind, concern and panic quickly takes him over. He grabs the door’s knob and opens it only to see a sight that made him feel quite conflicted.

In the middle of the room, the blonde King dressed in nothing but a loose white tunic and brown pants sways in the balls of his heels while the man held his sleeping son in his arms. Peter’s hair is messy, his brown curly hair kissing the cheek of the mighty King of Acrimea with no reservation while the boy sucks on his thumb.

The racing of Tony’s heart somehow calms down at the sight before him, it feels strange, Tony has never been trusting towards others when it comes to his son. As soon as he found he has a son, a true blood relative, he found himself wanting nothing but to protect him. Tony did everything he can to protect the last thing that truly was his and Tony meant it literally in every sense of the word even if that meant he had to keep Peter’s existence a secret growing in a manor far away from him.

He thought fatherhood would never suite him. He has been alone before both his parents died, affection and love they were distant memories to him. Many people had acknowledged his lack of ability to genuinely care for another human than himself, and perhaps there are some truths in there. If he did care for others he would have stepped to the throne made the right decision to stop Iro’s weapons manufacturing, create something more but he didn’t. He is selfish, arrogant and stubborn, he has everything…and nothing.

Tony notices Steve sway to the side now facing him. The King’s expression quickly morphs to surprise and something like guilt.

“P—Tony.” Steve says in a hush voice, he blinks his sky blue eyes.

“Is something wrong?” Tony asks in his sleep laced voice.

Steve smiles as he looks at Tony, one eyebrow slightly raised than the other. Tony couldn’t help but to notice the way the warm amber lights of the night lamps of Peter’s room made Steve’s eyes glisten.

“Uhm, I-I’m sorry.” Steve begins, “Peter woke up, one of the attendants told me and he was looking for you. I-I knew you had a long day and I…I’m sorry I didn’t ask you.”

Steve’s expression quickly shifts to something close to a kicked puppy, which almost reminded Tony how his son would look at him when he wants something or did something he shouldn’t. It made something warm settle in Tony’s heart to replace the momentary panic there.

“I didn’t mean to but you were asleep and I…I hope you’re not angry.”

Tony laughs.

“I did not know you had experience with children.” Tony comments.

Steve shakes his head putting a soothing hand in Peter’s back.

“I don’t.” Steve confesses. “I never had the chance to. Peter is just…”

“Easy to please?”

Steve nods, “He’s not hard to please, the things he likes are simple.”

Tony nods, he wonders how Peter got that if he must be honest. Despite growing up sheltered, with Tony as his father, Peter never really asked for much. He finds joy in almost everything, he sees the good in everyone, including Tony.

“Did he tell you why he got up?” Tony asks.

“He needed to go to the bathroom.” Steve answers and the two chuckles. “He’s very smart.”

“It’s a Stark thing.”

“I must agree.” Steve replies with a gentle smile, “And you, what got you up?”

Tony opens his mouth to say something smart or quipy but no words slip his lips. He purse his lips again, eyes darting everywhere in the room except for Steve’s face. His feet begin to pull him to the corners of the room and he begins a quiet pace.

Looking at Steve for too long made Tony unbury the sting of his past, the bitter thoughts and words uttered suddenly felt fresh to him again. Those blue eyes, blond hair, a sweet but gentle smile that always seem to look at him through that frame hanging in his father’s old office. The sting grew until it has become a full blown ache.

Steve watches Tony walk across the room, his calloused fingertips skimming over the delicate corners of the furniture of the room. Steve couldn’t help but admire the amber glow of the lights against Tony’s chocolate brown hair, and his hazel eyes. Something warm grows in Steve’s chest as his eyes seem to find the way Tony’s thick dark lashes fans against his cheek when he looks down.

“Nightmare.”  Tony answers as he tries to hide the shake of his voice at the reminder.

Steve blinks his train of thoughts as Tony’s words register in his mind.

“Do you wish to talk to about it?”

Tony smiles and raises an eyebrow at him, “You talk like you have an idea how to handle the monsters Rogers.”

Steve catches it finally, there was a cold clip in Tony’s voice that he could almost physically feel.

“Bucky had them for a very long time…sometimes it comes back.” Steve tells him ignoring Tony’s tone, “He told me that it helps when he tells someone about it.”

There is silence and Steve sighs, he carefully walks back to Peter’s bed and gently placed the boy in the bed. Peter shifts for a bit but as soon as Steve gives him a light pat in the back the boy lulls back to deep sleep. As soon as Steve has put a distance between him and the boy, Tony settles to the edge of the bed and kisses the boy’s hair.

When Tony breaks the kiss he stands up and looks at Steve, the other stares back in silence.

“I’ve live long enough Tony, I know hate when I hear it.” Steve tells Tony to which the other simply responded by looking away. “I just don’t understand why. If my presence makes you uncomfortable I—“

“Don’t overestimate yourself Cap.” Tony tells him before turning to him, his hazel eyes betray his words which confuses the King. “I’m thankful you got my kid a roof over his head, but I…I just don’t trust a guy who doesn’t have a dark side.”

Steve’s eyes widen at the others words.

“Please make sure you leave my kid’s room in five minutes.” Tony tells him as he walks to the door.

Steve’s couldn’t help but stare at Tony’s back as he retreats, dark side, huh. Steve looks down at his hands and closes his eyes as flashes of memories of people dying in his arms flashes in the back of his mind.

“Maybe you just haven’t seen it yet.” He murmurs.