I already posted this story in Zaibattsuforum under the name of Firebat. On Fanfic forum I am Bullroarer and on Zaibattsu I am Firebat. So I am not taking anyone else's work, since I am both Bullroarer and Firebat.
"Steve, Steve, wake up ya bum!" Bart snorted as he poked Steve with his cane. "You idiot, we have the press conference in thirty minutes and your still in bed you bloody good for nothing bum!"
"Thirty minutes!" Steve's eyes flared up as he shot up from bed, all traces of drowsiness were gone from his face. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
Bartlebee Fox pushed up on his cane and shook his head at Steve. Of two brothers, these two were absolute opposites. Steve was the fighter, Bart was the manager. Bart leaned up against his cane and limped off to the doorway. He then shrugged at his more muscular brother with a sigh. "An elephant going into labor couldn't wake up a big lump like you."
"Fine, just prep the car. I'll be down in five minutes." Steve scratched his head. He was happy to have Bart around. Even though Steve was adopted, Bart was the best brother anyone could have asked for. Other managers Steve had used him and abandoned him, but Bart had stuck it through with Steve in darkness and light. When Steve had no one to turn to, Bart was there with advice and council. Bart's overgrown ears, short demeanor and messed up brown hair hid an intelligence few would understand.
"The car's already prepped. Forget about shaving, just brush and meet me downstairs." Bart laughed and hopped away. If Bart only knew what Steve was going through? Steve had discovered his blood mother, but the question of his father always haunted him. It was like a great weight was placed upon his soul and there was no way to remove it from his heart.