Hey everybody! Me again, with a new story, not an update. Sorry about that. But I was cleaning my art/story drawer in my room and found a fanfiction that I wrote early last year! Keep in mind, I wrote this before Civil War came out, so there's some stuff that won't match up with what we know now, and I'm not changing it. With that said, I already have it all written out, and it took 8 pages total, front and back! Not including authors notes. So enjoy!

Tony Stark was exhausted. He had been cooped up in his lab for three days strait, surviving off of protein bars and coffee. He had finally decided to go to his room to sleep. After a quick shower, Tony headed downstairs so he could get some warm milk to drink. It was really late, so naturally he was startled to see that the kitchen light was already on. Plus, he was sleep deprived, so he wasn't thinking as straight as he would like. Getting in a defensive position, Tony silently crept into the kitchen to see Lady Liberty himself. Steve said to the mug of coffee, wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey, ninja." Steve greeted, not looking up from his coffee.

Tony cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Hey, Cap. What're you doing up so late?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing. Seriously Tony, we haven't seen you in a while. Have you been in your lab again?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... no."

Steve sighed and set his mug down. Tony started to turn around, forgetting about his milk, when Steve stopped him. "As ling as you're down here, I wanted to talk to you about something." God no. Steve was probably gonna go into one of his lectures about taking care of yourself. And Tony was so tired. He was ready to drop. "I wanted to talk to you about your father."

Tony should've yelled, run, or just pretended not to hear, but he turned and said, "You and I are going to have two very different conversations." Steve chuckled at that, but Tony wasn't finished. "My father was a drinking, ignorant man who spent his life searching for a 'dead man'," Tony made air quotes with his fingers. "instead of spending time with his only kid, not to mention successor. For a man who always talked about legacy, he sure neglected his."

At that moment, Steve couldn't help but notice how much his comrade looked and acted his father. Not to mention his independence. Of course though, he would never admit those things out loud to the brunette. "Tony, I know you don't like talking about your dad, but you're the closest thing I have to him. Other than Peggy." He studied Tony's expression and body language carefully, wondering how he would take it.

Tony, however, had no problem keeping his emotions under control. Fine, if Cap wanted Howard, Tony was gonna give him Howard. "What is it exactly that you want to know?"

Steve smiled. "Just some basic stuff. For starters, how old was he when he... you know..? I mean, I know it's on his file, but I want to hear it from a person instead of a piece of paper or a computer screen." The soldier looked away in shame from starting off with such a personal question, but Tony didn't mind.

"Pops was old, considering he had his son in 1970. I don't really care about the old fart's age, so I guess I forgot it. But I remember the date so clearly. December 16th, 1991. He and mom were on their way to the airport when they crashed." Tony scoffed and closed his eyes, bowing his head. "Hell, the bastard was probably drunk when he crashed and killed her."

Steve bit his lip in concern. He and Natasha knew that Hydra had killed Howard, so it was no accident. Of course though, neither planned on telling Tony. Who knew what his reaction would be? But it wasn't any more fair for him to hate is father for something that wasn't his fault than it was for Steve to keep such information a secret.

And so, the pair talked about the past for a few hours. It was nice, the two of them just hanging out without fighting. Soon, Steve called it a night and they went their separate ways. As soon as Tony's head hit his pillow, his head was filled with thoughts and memories of his childhood. And he hated nostalgia. Now he was too tired to even sleep. Great...

Sorry it's so short! It really does seem longer on paper. I plan on a chapter a day, as long as nothing gets between me and my tablets. Also, sorry that I'm not updating as much. My laptop broke and I'm trying to get it fixed. But thank you all for reading, and stay tuned for the next chapter! And to pass the time, check out my other fanfictions! Bye!