An idea given to me by doglover11; who is a wicked awesome person for asking me to write this fic for me as this is the first time anybody requested me to write something. So this is a little different than my Babysitting the Avengers fic as only Steve is deaged and the others are tasked with looking after him, also this may not have Loki so sorry for you Loki fans. So read and enjoy people!

Captain Steve Rogers took a few deep breaths as he sheltered behind a large crate to assess the situation. Out of the original six members only three remained, Banner had lost control of The Hulk when he was hit with what Stark had identified as Stark Industries mortar shells and had left the area. Not that anyone was complaining it was hard enough to focus on the mission while making sure your green and big coworker didn't crush you by mistake, or on purpose.

The other two that were down for the count was Widow and Thor. Widow had taken a bullet in the knee and upper thigh so in order that they had their sharpshooter safe and her boyfriend where he was needed Steve had told Thor to guard her, the Asgarduian in turn swearing to Hawkeye that no other harm would befall her. Barton had shrugged and turned to reclaim his place in the rafters, but not before the older man caught the worry in his eyes.

"Age finally catching up to you or do you want a drink?" Starks voice crackled through the comm unit.

"Very funny Stark, what can you see?"

"Well besides a whole heck of a lot of my weapons, the crazy glowing mad scientist person with a dangerous looking ray gun, and goons kissing the pavement with arrows in their back nothing out of the ordinary. Remind me to punch Fury when we get back, easy mission my ass."

Steve sighed, he understood Stark's anger at the Director for misleading them on the difficulty of the mission, but he liked to believe that Fury was just blinded by his pride in them and believed that they could face any challenge with ease.

"Hey Cap, I think his ray gun thingy is powered up." Clint reported.

"Great a bad guy with a weapon." Stark groaned.

Steve sighed again, "Okay here's the plan, Clint you keep sniping the goons but try to get closer to Dr. Grimbredin just in case, Stark you take to the air and cause a distraction."

"And what will you be doing?" Tony asked over the sound of Jarvis making calculations.

Rogers smirked even though he knew Stark couldn't see him.

"Well I'll be doing what I do best, being a hero!"

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Rogers glanced around as he stealthy creeped around the crates and froze when he heard Dr. Grimbredin curse violently, but smiled widely at the sight of him narrowly avoiding the blasts of light coming from the hands of Stark's Ironman suit.

"Don't fry him yet Stark, we still need him alive." Clint admonished lightly.

"How about medium?" Tony suggested as he shot another bolt of light at the madly dancing scientist.

"That's good, don't forget the steak sauce."

"A1, none of that Hinze stuff."

Steve sighed at their banter, and was about to comment but another voice beat him too it.

"Focus guys, the sooner we get him the sooner I can get some drugs in me." Natasha snapped in annoyance.

"Sorry 'Tasha." They mumbled.

"Thanks Natasha." Steve said gratefully.

"No prob Cap. Just hurry up." The assassin said stiffly, her tone belaying the pain she was in.

"Well you heard the lady boys hurry up!"Steve said energetically.

"Don't you mean you should hurry up Cap? I can only keep him on the mark for so long." Tony replied in mock annoyance.

Steve glanced over in surprise to see that they had in fact gotten the doctor into the hit zone.

"Okay you guys, stay sharp, I'm going in."

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Tony hovered a safe distance like an oversized hummingbird as he watched Rogers race towards Dr. Grimbredin looking more like a blur than a solid human. No one could have seen it coming when Dr. Grimbredin suddenly whipped around firing the ray gun point blank into the Capitan's midriff creating a blinding light explosion.

"Bring him down Hawk!" Tony shouted in panic.

"I can't see, I might hit Cap!" Clint hollered back.

Tony groaned in exasperation, "Jarvis, activate thermal sight!"

"Thermal sight activated." The AI responded emotionlessly.

Tony blinked as the world around him went from pure white to a myriad of colors.

"He's right under you Clint! Use a tazter arrow or something; we can't let him get away!"

Tony heard rather than saw the doctor get hit with an unknown number of volts and made a mental note to ask the archer where he got his arrows.

"Guys what happened? Where's Cap?" Natasha asked her voice colored with concern.

Tony rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Your boyfriends okay, and as for Cap I'm not sure, I'll go check."

"What do you mean you'll go check?! He was hit with a ray gun! We have no idea if he's dead or alive!" the Russian shrieked.

"Cause he's a cowboy/ on a steel horse he rides/ and he's wanted-."

"Stark!"

"Okay! Okay! I'm checking, I'm checking. Don't know why you're so worried, he's like a damn cockroach he keeps coming back."

Rolling his eyes he angled himself and glided down to where he had last seen the Captain, which was now nothing more that broken crates.

Tony whistled in admiration, "Looks like Rogers really did a number over here, hope it isn't coming out of his paycheck for his sake."

"What do you see friend Stark?" Thor's voice boomed over the comm.

"Well I see broken crates; some of which are smoking, Cap's shield, and oh shit."

"What is it?" Clint asked worriedly.

"You guys better come see this for yourself, we have a problem."

So what did you think? I think I should write when I'm tired and brain dead more often. What say 10 reviews for the next chapter? THX!