Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers, Star Trek, Kingsman, or any other characters or franchises used in this story. There is no profit made from it.
A/N: Next installment of the "Songs of the Rogers-McCoy Clan" and a departure from how I've been writing them. This one delves into how Kurt and Roxy became a couple mostly in a flashback kind of way. Please let me know if you like it. I love writing these, and comments are not my main goal, but I have to admit, the fact that almost no one does comment on my writing, especially in this series, is a little discouraging.
"Don't even think about it."
Kurt had perfected the art of managing to sound sufficiently scolding without actually moving his mouth enough for the reporters and cameras in front of them to be seen. It had become a necessity as the twins got older and their brilliant, but often mischievous, minds searched for outlets for their young energies. He felt his mouth turn up just slightly in the corner when Peter's arm dropped to his side immediately and Morgan sighed as only a six-year-old genius could when thwarted. He had to admit, they were doing a lot better than he'd anticipated. It wasn't often that they had to actually sit through a press conference. Aunt Pepper and Uncle Tony didn't want to subject them to the media more than they had to. They deserved to be kids for as long as they could. The only reason they had to be at this particular conference was because The Maria Stark Foundation meant a lot to Uncle Tony. It was a matter of family pride and he wanted them to see it, to take pride in it, too. They'd gotten it, they really had, when Uncle Tony and Aunt Pepper had explained it to them that morning, but genius as they were, they were still only six and standing still on top of having been primped and preened to within an inch of their young lives was just a little much. He would have to take them for ice cream or something once the conference was done. They were trying their hardest.
"Almost done, guys," He murmured, and put a hand on each of their shoulders. Normally he'd be right behind Aunt Pepper, visible to the public as her assistant, but today the twins needed him more, "You're doing great. I wrote this speech for Uncle Tony. It's almost over."
He smiled down at them both when they sighed as if the weight of the world was on their shoulders, but looked up quickly, a spike of adrenaline and awareness coursing through him. He'd honed his instincts over the years, mostly to keep The Trio out of trouble, and but his dads had always insisted that he had some of the best and he needed to trust them. The fear coursing through him made him trust them all the more. Something was wrong. He felt his body go tense, poised for action, though no one would be able to see it just by looking at him. In cases like these he was also fortunate that his irises and pupils were so light that they blended into the almost white glow of his sclera so no one could see his line of sight jumping around the room, looking for the danger.
And then he spotted it. Really, it was a metallic flash, but, again, he trusted his instincts.
"Tony, Pepper, down!" He shouted, just as the gunshots rang out. He wasn't truly aware of what his own body as he grabbed Morgan and Peter around their little waists, spinning the three of them around so that his body was protecting them. He was already teleporting as he spun, taking them up to the penthouse of the tower.
After the screams and the gunshots, the penthouse was uncomfortably quiet, only the twins' quiet crying and his own wheezing breaths to be heard. Peter and Morgan in his arms just kept getting heavier and heavier, though they were both little things. He fell to his knees, unable to keep standing.
Oh.
That wasn't good at all.
"Kurtie?" Morgan whispered, still clinging to him, her own adrenaline not allowing her to let him go. "Your back is all wet."
"Kurtie…" Peter cried at the same time, "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," he wheezed, having a hard time catching his breath, "You guys?"
"Morgan?! Peter?!" Aunt Pepper's voice was terrified as only a mother's could be as she, Uncle Tony, and Happy burst into the room, followed by police and paramedics.
"Mommy!" Morgan and Peter screamed for her, and Kurt could finally let them go, knowing he was sending them to her. His arms loosened and they squirmed away from him, leaving him to try to balance himself on the floor with his hands.
"My babies!" Kurt's vision was blurring, but he could see enough to see Uncle Tony and Aunt Pepper catch them on the fly. The desperation in the way they hugged and kissed them, in the way they checked them over for any injuries, was tempered only by love and their desire not to scare them any more than they already were. It was only when he had checked over his children that Uncle Tony made his way to Kurt. He knelt in front of him and Kurt could see the grateful tears in his eyes and it was enough. Enough to know what he'd done, who he saved.
"God, Kurt, I owe you. I owe you everything. What do you want? You want an island? Your own island? Controlling stock in Stark Industries? You name it, buddy."
"Uncle Tony," Kurt gasped as his uncle pulled him into a hug and he finally collapsed. His uncle held him close, he could almost hear him screaming for the paramedics, but the only color he was seeing any longer was red. The red, red blood on Uncle Tony's hand and arm from where he'd hugged him. He tried to blink and realized he couldn't open his eyes again.
"Rox…" He breathed out as the beautiful face he missed more than air appeared in his mind's eye.
It wasn't such a bad way to go, he thought, knowing that Peter and Morgan were safe and seeing Roxy's beautiful face in his mind.
"Rox..."
