Hello! I've seriously need to make up my mind about this story because to be honest, I doubt that I want to post it; fear of people not really accepting this concept and all, also I wanna do it right. But I did a heavy editing on this stories, and add a few chapters. I, personally not deaf and have little experience of writing deaf or disability character, but I do have some research on it, and hoped I won't insult anyone reading this.

Disclaimer! I do not own any of Marvel Characters, except my own original character.

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Chapter 1

A Grandson I never Met

Steve Rogers stayed in the little town where Peggy Carter had lived out the rest of her days. He found her tomb stone and mourned before heading back for one final night. He wanted to go on a road trip tomorrow, just tour America, go back to places he had once visited in his time and see the changes, maybe find old friends, if any still lived.

The next morning, Steve paid for his room and the service with a generous tip. Fury had been kind enough to reopen an old bank account of his that had been gathering dust and interest for his whole time in the ice. It was a rather hefty sum, still nowhere near the billions that Stark owned but enough for a comfortable life for a decent part of his life in this modern age.

Steve and his motorcycle were on the road once more. He was driving before 10 AM and out of town before half past. Although there were traffic laws to abide to, once Steve found a long dirt road, he went as fast as the old girl could take him and let the wind rustle his leather jacket, freeze his gloveless fingers and destroy his perfect hair. It was wonderful, his mind become and he became free of his worries. There was no modern technology, no modern dressed people and nothing that told him that he was out of his time.

He had been driving for over an hour when he came to a larger own then the one he had previously been in. If there was one time he had used SHIELD resources for, it was to find out where his old friends lived. He found a man he had severed called Timothy 'Dum Dum' Dugan. He knocked on the door, half praying the information was right, half hoping it was wrong. Steve waited for half minute before he heard shuffling. Then the door swung open and there stood a grumpy, grey, wrinkled old man. The man looked up about to speak, but then he gasped like he had seen a ghost.

"Been a while Dum Dum." Steve greeted with a smirk. Timothy looked like he might have a heart attack. Given his age, Steve was scared he might.

"C-Cap?" Tim stuttered. Steve nodded and then, within seconds he was engulfed in a hug. Steve felt the man's shoulders shake and knew he was crying. This guy was not one for the sob fest but it seemed like he needed it.

Finally, the old man pulled away.

"No one's called me that in years!" Tim announced randomly. Steve grinned and Tim smiled back. He then gestured for Steve to come in. He leads the way to the living room before muttering for Steve to make himself comfortable.

Steve looked around. By the seat Tim sat on were whiskey bottles, a few beer cans and one empty bottle of white wine.

"Still drinking then?" Cap questioned raising one eye.

"I went to Ireland after the war, found some new drinking partners, nothing like the wimps we have at home. For once, someone, other than you, could drink me under the table! It was a great challenge." Tim proclaimed proudly. Steve rolled his eyes before putting on a nostalgic smile.

"It's good to see you again, old friend." Steve said.

"Are we talking age old or time old?" Tim questioned before muttering, "If it's about my age then you're just showing off you poncy prick!"

Steve's super hearing picked up the quiet muttering.

"Please don't tell me you're one of those old crones who waves their fist at young people shouting dumb things like get off my lawn." Steve almost begged.

"Youths are too radical these days, always drinking, thinking they're better then everyone!" Tim defended. Steve burst out laughing.

"Oh come on Tim, you did that! You were probably worse! You cannot complain about youths drinking, you were sharing stories of a drunk childhood around the pub table after drinking five pints. Five pints was when you turned honest!" Steve laughed.

Tim wanted to protest but then saw that any argument he made was invalid. Finally, conversation changed and they nattered on about the good old days.

"So, what's the old gang up to?" Steve finally asked. Tim's face fell, his eyes turned gloomy.

"I'm afraid they're all gone. Only Falsworth made it to the end of the war. He then died two years ago from lung cancer. You remember, he used to smoke like a chimney. As the years past, he didn't improve." Tim mumbled as he remembered the past. Steve's face turned to a similar gloomy expression.

"Did he live nearby?" Steve asked.

"No, no. He kept travelling until he could travel no more. Then he was buried in Washington, his last place of residence." Tim explained, he glared at the floor as if it was the reason for all his friends' deaths.

For a while, Steve then changed the conversation to Tim's life after the war, all he had done and the woman he had met. Life in general. Tim became a little more optimistic as conversation drove on, they walked into the late hours of the night. Then, Tim offered Steve a room for the night as they went off to their separate beds. Steve left a bit late that morning, offering to make his old friends breakfast and then chatted for a while until he finally said it was time for him to leaved, a bid his old friend goodbye.

He found out where his old friend James Falsworth was buried and headed in that direction. He knew the drive would take a while, maybe a few days if he took a longer route. By the time he arrived, it was Wednesday. He had been on the road most of the day, it had been fun but now he saluted his friend and then sat down and told him about what had happened since he had been unfrozen. He then reminded the gravestone that he had said all that smoking would give him an early grave. He wanted something to respond but not even the birds chirped in response. He sat there in silence for who knows how long before a loud sound of music, it sounded like something Tony listened to, came blasting from his duffle bag. Steve sighed before finally getting up to stop the noise. Maybe this time he would answer the phone without breaking it or somehow hanging up before he could answer it.

He succeeded!

"Rogers." He announced formally.

"Captain, I think your road trip is over. We need you to come in."

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Fury apparently had someone closed by, the driver of the Quinjet claimed that he was just in the area but after Steve gave him the Captain America cold disappointed glared, he admitted that Fury may or may not have had him under surveillance and that if Steve heard that information, it wasn't for him. It took just over an hour and a half to get to the hellicarrier, still floated above America with Fury's protective gaze watching over it. When Steve entered the control room, he saw Fury watching out of the large window.

"Director Fury," Steve greeted to catch the man's attention.

"Captain." Fury said as he turned around. They shook hands and got over the pleasantries as they walked to Fury's private office.

"So, what so urgent I had to cut my holiday short? I thought you wanted me to connect the changing world I am now part of," Steve commented. He held too much respect of Fury to judge him, the man would obviously have a valid reason.

"Someone has been investigating the family tree of Margaret Carter, or also known as Peggy Carter." Fury said bluntly. Steve sat there in shock.

"Director, I looked into her death I did no-"

"I'm not talking about you." Fury cut in.

Steve stared at him blankly. He had no idea where this was going.

"What do you know about Carter after the war?" Fury asked.

"She helped to run this organization, she also helped to stopped HYDRA operations and become one of the founder of SHIELD Agencies. She had a child within three years of my disappearance and died from an old age," Steve replied. He sighed as he looked out of the window. "She was a great agent, a great woman, and a great mother."

"You were frozen in January 1945. On the 10 October 1945, Elizabeth Carter was born. In 1967 at the age of 22, Elizabeth married Richard Johnson, and four years later in 1970, Peggy had a grandson called Richard Johnson Jr, and in 1982, she had a granddaughter name Margaret Johnson. Richard Johnson Jr. died of an accident in 1999, leaving his wife and a possible daughter alone, and after that there was no news of their current location. In 2004, Margaret Johnson married with a man called Henry Bergara and three years later, they had a son named Teddy Bergara followed by the death of Peggy Carter. In 2007, Henry and Margaret Bergara died of a car accident, leaving their son in the care of his grandmother, Elizabeth Johnson. But last Saturday, Elizabeth Johnson died of sickness." Fury explained.

Steve sat their dumbfounded. He still couldn't understand how and why any of this was relevant to him. He was already doing the math when Fury broke his thought.

"Carter had her one and only child within nine months of your disappearance. The DNA matches, she's your daughter."

Steve wanted to say something. Anything. His mind was drawing up blanks. Fury let all the information of the last two minutes' sink in. All those births, all those deaths, they were from his family. The family he had never seen, the one that had passed without him knowing it existed. Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening silence, Steve found his voice again.

"I – I checked the records, it said that Peggy didn't know the father." He stuttered, all this confusion was hurting his head.

"It was never put in the records. Officially, Elizabeth Johnson nee Carter had a blank space on her birth certificate where her father's name should be." Fury confirmed. Steve just looked even more confused. Fury sighed before continuing. "Steve, what do you expect would happen to a child if someone thought they might have the super serum bred into them? What would happen if your advancements had been passed down?" He asked.

"The child would be experimented on. She would be taken away from her mother, from Peggy by scientist, or kidnapped by villains." Steve explained to him. "If word got out, she would never have a normal childhood." He completely understood, but it still hurt that he was never officially a father. "Did-did she ever know her true heritage?" he questioned.

"Probably so, Agent Carter might have told her-your daughter when she was older, when she wouldn't go telling everyone." Steve nodded, that sounded responsible, it sounded like a Peggy idea.

But then something about the family struck him hard. He looked instantly horror and stricken and he had no family. They had all come and gone while he slept! His last family had died while he was around, if only he had learnt this a year earlier. As if Fury could read his mind, he started talking again.

"There is one member of your family left."

Steve looked up in surprise and then went through the family that Fury had told him about in his head. There was a pause and then Steve noticed the glitch in the tree, the one thing that didn't add up.

"Teddy." Steve whispered.

"He's currently at a children's home in Washington D.C. He'll be there until he turns 18, unless you step in." Fury announced. He was eyeing Steve cautiously, trying to read the man's expression.

"But you said my name wasn't on the record, I'm not stated as part of that family? Then there's also Richard Johnson Jr.'s wife and daughter? They must've stepped in first." Steve stated in a matter of fact. He didn't want to show the hope that maybe, just maybe, they haven't.

"The official birth certificate is locked up. A false one stating no paternal figure was handed over to be put in the records," Fury explained. "And for Richard Johnson's family, they still nowhere to be found, some even said they died or they change their name. No trace of the family life or even any records."

"So, if I announced myself as Elizabeth's father or part of her family, I would have the right to claim Teddy under my guardianship?" Steve asked. He didn't want to get his hopes up but he could feel something brewing in his chest.

"Yes, well, sort of." Fury said. Steve looked at him confused again. "The social workers would need to see that you are fit to take care of a child, in the age of nine, children will need a lot of care and attention, not as much when they're a baby of course and because he is a special need child, they would evaluate your records and your capability to taking care of him. They would need to see that you have a house and enough money to support yourself and Teddy."

"I have no house, no job, and no idea how to care for a child," Steve complained. His hope was snapped once more.

"I've been meaning to contact you for a while. We can give you an apartment that would be save and big enough for you and your grandson, and I'm sure that would be enough to convince the social worker and for income, you have enough money to secure you both for a while. All you need is a way to keep that going." Fury finished suggestively.

Steve looked cautious. "What are you suggesting?"

"Come and work for SHIELD." Fury said bluntly. "We'll pay you for defending New York against Loki and his army. We'll give you a starting salary. We won't give you many missions and they won't be long so that you can spend time with your great grandson but it'll keep your income steady and insure that you have guardianship over Mr. Bergara."

"What if Teddy doesn't want to come with me?" Steve asked, scared from entertaining the thought.

"If he says no then he says no. The likeliness of him saying no is very minimal," Fury pointed out.

"When can I see him?" Steve asked, gaining his composure.

"I'll get a meeting set up for Friday, that gives you time to think this over, think over what you're going to say and get used to your new home." Fury said with a small smirk. "Until that Captain Rogers, I suggest you learn about sign language."

Welp! That's the first chapter, they haven't met yet. Until the second one.

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