He was alone now. His parents had died in a plane crash and Fury had a very reliable source telling him he shouldn't stay with his aunt and uncle (as was the original plan) for their own good, so yes, he was alone. Steve lingered in the dark room where the little creature were crying out loud with all his lungs could give him, just as if he knew how alone in this world he was. It would probably take years to find someone to raise him, at least someone reliable enough to know they wouldn't raise him to do evil; after all, the only reason SHIELD was in the middle of all this was because he had extraordinary power. Peter was special.
Peter.
Steve liked the name. And the poor little baby kind of reminded him of his scrawny self, indefense but with an unbreakeable spirit, because hell, he wouldn't shut up since Thor left and that had been arround three hours ago but the boy didn't even seem tired of crying. Thor was good with childs, somehow. He had even offered to keep him, but Fury thought Asgard wasn't a safe place, specially with Loki there. So he was doomed to be rised by Fury, and hell, for Steve that sounded just as scary. They had enough with one Fury in SHIELD thank you very much.
He sighed, going near the little boy who now had hiccups. "What's it little one? You already cried enough?" Steve smiled and lifted him in his arms delicately, almost afraid of breaking such a delicate creature. He, of everyone, seemed facinated by the child, as Natasha pointed out when she entered the room.
"I don't know you but I already feel bad for him."
"You?" Steve sounded surprised
"Raised by Fury. It gives me chills..."
"I know" he couldn't help a grimace
Natasha walked towards him
"Why don't you and Tony keep him? He already likes you"
"Oh, I don't know..." he looked at the child. He was falling asleep "We haven't spoken of children"
But that night Steve sleept at the SHIELD headquarters with a child curled up in his arms.
