Timothy Grant Rogers is laying in bed, sick. Again. Steven had been on a mission, only to get a call that he needed to be back right away. Steve successfully finishes the mission within the hour, and returns to the Avengers facility. His right knee is stinging, and there is a little gash in his suit, but Steve doesn't care. He just needs to get home to Timothy.
He rushes to his apartment in the facility, then into his 6 year old sons room. The room is a decent size, with blue walls and red, white, and blue decorations. His comforter is the American flag, and his chair that sits at his desk is made to look like Steves shield. The remainder of the apartment looks like a house in the 1940's, but bigger with more modern technology.
Bruce walks in, clipboard in hand. Waiting for Steve to notice that he's in the doorway before speaking so Steve isn't surprised by Bruce's presence. Steve finally notices the scientist.
"He was doing really good for the first 2 days of your mission. Then today he got a fever, and it all went downhill. His fever is at 102, he's eaten 2 crackers, and he's having a lot of trouble breathing. He's been asking for you. We're going to do some tests, but it's probably pneumonia."
Steve sighs. Of course his child had to get his maladies. Steve wonders.. why? Why couldn't Timothy be able to run, and play, and be normal?
Timothy has always wanted to be just like his dad, wanted to fight bad guys and care for people. To walk in Stevens foot prints. But Timothy has had the unfortunate immune system that Steve once had... so Timothy can barely get out of the house without getting sick.
Steve looks up at Bruce. "Thanks. Thanks for staying with Timothy while I went on the missions. I'm glad Timothy has everyone." Steve gives a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, instead it looks concerned.
Bruce wants to give Steve a well-needed pep talk but he decides he'll do that later. Steve's been pretty stressed lately, with missions and Timothy he never has time to take care of himself. Even the super soldier serum can't take care of the dark circles under his eyes, or the stress radiating off of him.
Bruce exits the room and leaves Timothy and Steve alone.
Steve never really understood his ailments from his mothers point of view, usually Steve was too tired to even understand what was going on. But now, he understands. And he hates it. He wants his son to be ok, he wants his son to be able to do what Steve always wanted to do but never could. Steve wants to give Timothy the world.
But he can't.
Timothy rustles a little bit, and Steve gently sits beside him. Brushing the little boys blonde hair to the side. It's wet from sweat, but Steve doesn't mind. Timothy's breathing is shallow, and weak. The asthma not helping Timothy's ability to breathe.
"Hey, Captain Timothy. How were you for Uncle Bruce while I was away?"
Timothy coughs and leans against his dads chest, Steve smells horrible but Timothy is just glad to have his dad back home. "I was good. I think." Steve smiles a bit and presses a cold rag to Timothy's forehead to help with fever, then tucks blankets around Timothy's small form.
"Well that's good. Get some rest. Ok? I'm going to take a shower but I'll be right back. I promise." Steve gently stands up from the bed, and helps Timothy lay down. Propping his head up so phlegm doesn't choke him while he's napping. Timothy barely even notices, and starts snoring the moment Steve walks into the bathroom.
Steve showers, worrying while he shampoos his hair. He shouldn't worry so much, Timothy is sick every other week. But he's a dad, that's what he does. He remembers being where Timothy is and all it makes him want to do is remedy it, even though he can't.
Steven notices the gash across his leg, and puts some gauze on it. Not really concerned. With his supersoldier healing, it would heal in a few hours to a day. He's really worried about Timothy.
Steve had Timothy soon after Civil War. He married a woman who he thought was true. Her name was Caroline. Caroline was perfect, Steve thought. She was beautiful, sweet, smart, funny. They married, and a year after the marriage they had Timothy Grant Rogers. Caroline, scared away by Timothy's ailments ran off. Leaving Steve and Timothy behind.
But thankfully, Steve and Timothy have had a large support group. Bucky, after rehabilitation, has grown to be a strong inspiration for Timothy. Tony reconciled with Steve and helps Timothy learn engineering, Bruce teaches him chemistry and physics. Natasha teaches him martial arts, Clint has taught him archery. Everyone in the Avengers has taught him something, everyone in the Avengers has fallen in love with little Timothy.
Steven wouldn't take back any of what happened with Caroline. He loves Timothy, and even though it's been a long journey it's been worth it. He just hopes he's a good father.
Steve throws on some sweatpants and a tee shirt that reads 'My Dads a Superhero' that Timothy got him for Father's Day last year.
Steve slowly walks into the kitchen and makes some soup and grabs some water. He slides beside Timothy and gently helps him sit up, handing him the soup and a spoon. After Timothy finishes with what he can eat, about 3 bites, Steve sits the cup of soup on the bedside table.
"Dad... I want to go outside and play." Steve gives a little sigh.
"Not today, Tim. Okay? It's really cold out, and you're already sick. But once you're not sick, we can go outside. I promise."
Timothy drops his shoulders and scoots closer to Steven. "ok dad. Can you tell me a story?"
Steve, like the dad he is, loves telling stories, so he happily agrees. Steve slips under the covers with Timothy, and wraps an arm around him. Timothy, half deaf just as Steve used to be, makes sure his hearing ear isn't blocked so he can hear his dads voice.
Steven starts. "One time, your Uncle Bucky and I went to Coney Island. It was probably..." Steve things. "1939. I hated rollercoasters, and I had probably eaten enough hot dogs for both Buck and I. But he pushed me, he wanted me to..." Steve stops when he notices that Timothy is sound asleep. Steve softly smiles and falls asleep as well.