Avengers Endgame fix-it. WHERE I SAVE THE DEAD PEOPLE I NEED TO BE ALIVE! So if you haven't seen Endgame yet, GO AWAY! CUZ THIS IS MAJOR SPOILERS AND YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND I NEED TO WRITE THIS TO DEAL! Steve/Tony, bad language, non-cannon. 8D

Avengers Endgame Fix-It:
The End isn't Always the End
Chapter 1: Papa's Job

Steve glanced down at his sleeping daughter. She looked so cute, so peaceful. She didn't understand. She hugged an old Iron Man helmet to her chest as she slept and she didn't understand. He didn't really expect her to. She was only four, how could she understand? There were tears in his eyes as he sunk down on the edge of her bed and lowered his head. He should leave the room before he woke her, he knew. But he couldn't move. He should go back to his room. But he couldn't. He hadn't been able to sleep in their bed. He was certain he never would again. It was too big, too empty without him.

Steve wiped at his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Tony had forgiven him for the lengths he went to save Bucky. Tony had forgiven him and let him back in. And Steve felt whole again. He hadn't realized how much he needed Tony near until Tony was gone. Those three weeks of thinking Tony dead in that space ship were agonizing! But they were reunited again. And Steve would never let the eccentric billionaire out of his sight again. And then something had happened. Something that had been brimming under the surface for years. And they just fell together. They fit together.

For the past decade, Tony had been there. They'd been through it all together. And even when he wasn't physically, he was always in the back of Steve's mind. So when Tony returned to Earth, broken over Peter, Steve helped put him back together. The kid couldn't be replaced, they all knew that. But mentoring Peter had awoken in Tony a need he never knew before; being a father. Pepper had offered without a second thought and less than a year later, Morgan was born. Tony and Pepper shared custody. As the years went by and Steve and Tony continued the thing they'd accidently started, Steve was included in that.

The little girl stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked in the dim light. "Papa?" She said, looking up at him.

Steve quickly wiped at his eyes and turned towards her. "Hey, Pumpkin." He said with a smile. He reached out and brushed away the hair from her eyes. He tucked the stand behind her ear and damnit! She looked so much like Tony. He could see it in her eyes and her smile. Tears were in his eyes again and he pulled away to wipe at them.

"Papa, why are you crying?" She asked, frowning.

Steve shook his head quickly and forced a smile. "I'm not, sweetie."

She sat up in bed, finally letting go of the old helmet. "Yes you are. You say lying is bad!"

Steve breathed out and nodded. "I do say that."

Morgan nodded her head. "You're crying! Do you have a booboo?"

Steve smiled sadly and nodded his head.

"I'll go get daddy." She pushed her blanket off. "Daddy kisses booboos and makes them better." She said, moving towards the edge of her bed.

There were more tears in Steve's eyes as he shook his head. He put his hand on her tiny arm, to stop her. "Sweetie, daddy can't fix this." He said softly, his voice barely a whisper.

Morgan settled back on the bed and tilted her head. "Why, papa?" She asked.

Steve breathed out and shook his head. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Do you remember what mommy and Uncle Happy tried to explain today?"

Morgan nodded her head. "Mommy said daddy's not coming home. But he's home now." She said, nodding her head. "Daddy's always home when it's bed time." She said adamantly.

Steve shook his head, his heart breaking all over again. "Morgan, daddy's not coming home."

"Why not?" She asked.

Steve's voice caught in his throat for a moment. "Because he's gone, sweetie."

Morgan breathed out loudly and tilted her head. "Then go save him!" She said, throwing up her arms.

Steve blinked at her for a moment. He opened his mouth slowly but nothing came out.

"Papa, go save daddy and bring him back!" She said. "That's your job."

And she'd been right. It was his job. To save everyone. To bring them home alive. That had always been his job. Bring Tony home. Those words plagued him the next few days as he assisted in the clean up and waited for a new portal to be created. Every night, he'd go home and Morgan would remind him again. Go save daddy. It was his job to save daddy. And as he stepped up onto the finally completed portal, he began to wonder. Bruce had made a promise to return the stones, to the exact moments they were taken. Steve offered and insisted on going alone. The others offered and he shook his head. "This is my job." He'd said. And it was. He breathed out as he walked out into the center of the portal, holding the hand of the briefcase in a death grip. Could he do it? Could he save Tony? Could he do what their daughter and his heart asked of him?

"Alright." Bruce said. "It'll be how ever long he needs to return the stones for him and about five seconds for us." He said. A few feet away, Bucky and Sam stood. The both looked doubtful and concerned. They should be. They hadn't been around to see it work. But neither said anything. Bruce straightened up and looked over at him. "You ready, Cap?" He asked.

Steve turned slightly and nodded his head. He bent down and picked up Thor's hammer. "I'll be right back." He said with a smile.

"See you on the flipside." Bruce said, laughing at his own joke. He punched in the coordinates and flipped the switch. The machine lit up and whirled and a moment later, Steve was gone. Bruce looked down at his terminal and began to count. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." He hit the buttons again.

The lights flashed again and Steve appeared. But something was drastically wrong. And he wasn't alone.

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Author's Notes: Ugh! I have SO MANY FEELS AND FRUSTRATIONS WITH THIS MOVIE! I WILL RANT ABOUT THEM IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Right now I need to sleep.