So, I have been pretty busy lately but I really wanted to get this chapter out by the end of the week. I honestly just wanted to write all the fluffy scenes with Tony and Peter, but I really needed to do this chapter. I know my writing is crap, I apologize. Anyways, if you still want to read...well...enjoy!

Since the day Steve had woken up from the ice, he had been fighting a battle. Sure, he had been out of commission for seventy years, but to him it seemed like he had constantly been on the go. And since the battle of New York, he had kept very busy. In the last eight years he was working for SHIELD, the Avengers, or doing his own thing. So the act of laying low didn't sit right with him. And all of this started ever since he had rescued his team from the Raft and branded a war-criminal. Steve had to do something.

So the soldier rounded up his teammates who were willing to help and they tossed around ideas of what they could do. In the end, they agreed on taking down HYDRA bases that were either still running, or hidden. They would simply hop from one base to another, eliminate the threats, save people if need be, and then sift through all of the files and information that was left over. It wasn't like SHIELD was going to do it. And Steve couldn't leave with a good conscience, knowing that all of that information was up for grabs to whoever wandered onto the site.

So the team collected it all. Normally the group would camp at the base for a few days and then send the files they had found back to Wakanda where T'Challa would keep it safe. From there they would spend a few weeks in Wakanda or Clint's farm to recharge before heading out to the next location.

At first finding the bases was difficult. But once they found one location there were usually other coordinates in the files. That was how they found their latest target. This one seemed suspicious, though. Normally locations could be found on computers, but this one was only written down in a notebook that they had found. In fact, most of the group thought it didn't exist. Steve had to beg the group to go check it out, and in the end only Sam and Clint had come along.

It was a small location in the Olympic Peninsula area of Washington state. Once they arrived the three men spent most of the day navigating through the forest until they came upon a building that was no bigger than a small house.
"This is what we spent all day looking for?" Sam had asked.

"Let's just check it out," Steve insisted.

In the end, it was much larger than any of the men would have expected. The location was heavily guarded from the inside. It had guards posing as park rangers in the front room, but as soon as they saw the three enter the front door, they jumped into action. Of Course the group took them down with no problem, and from there they moved through the building. They quickly found a staircase that led them to a lower level where they found room after room of HYDRA agents. At first there were the standard rooms: Labs, rooms with computers, living areas. But then things began to change drastically. Steve definitely knew something was wrong when he found a small closet-like room that held three female bodies. They couldn't have been dead more that a few days and the sight made Steve's stomach churn.

The find had put him on edge as he swept his side of the base, and he now began to think that perhaps they would find people that were being held there against their will.

Things got worse, though, when Steve walked through the door at the end of the soon as the door opened Steve saw three scientists a good twenty yards away crowded around a table. In the center of the table stood a naked child who was no more than a year old, being held by their arm so they were standing up. The girl was crying as the men poked at her with some device and her crying continued as each scientist stopped to look at the person who had entered.

Soon their shouts joined the crying as the men dropped her back onto the table before they bolted for another door at the back of the room.
Steve saw red as he watched the girl fall to the table as the men carelessly left her alone. They were obviously more focused on their own lives and Steve was not going to let them get away. So the man jumped into action, he first grabbed the child and lowered her to the ground so she would not fall from the table before he took off after the three scientists. The first two he outright killed. He had hit them rather hard, and the blow had damaged organs, killing them quickly. The last one, though, he made sure to keep alive. Unfortunately there was a cyanide pill hidden in their molar that they used, and soon, they were dead as well.

Steve was alone.

"Sam. Clint. West Wing. I need you here now," Steve called over his com as he began to make his way back towards the small child he had left at the front of the wing. But as he walked, something made him stop.

"Hello?" he heard a female voice call from behind one of the doors he was walking by. "Hello? Is someone there?" He heard again. Her voice was shaking and Steve's blood ran cold when he heard just how young the girl sounded. "Help me please! Someone's in here!" She said as her voice rose into a panic and she began to bang on the door.

"I'm here to help miss," Steve said has he strode towards the door before putting and hand on the handle. Of course it was locked. "I'm going to get you out of here,okay? Just bare with me for a moment," He said before literally ripping the door from it's hinges.

As the door came off, Steve came face to face with a blonde girl who stood a few feet away from the door. She was young, maybe sixteen, but definitely no more than eighteen. And she looked sick. Her skin was pale and sticky like she had a fever or had been sweating a lot. Bags hung under her hazel eyes as she looked at Steve and the soldier noticed that she was very pregnant.

The two stood there in shock, staring at each other before the girl rushed forward and gave Steve a hug.

"Oh my god," She cried, her body shaking as she held on to Steve tightly. "I-I'm being saved by Fucking Captain America," She said before burying her head into Steve's shoulder. Steve was obviously very taken back by what was happening, but was quick to snap out of it as he rested a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"What's your name?" he asked, trying to comfort her.

"Bailey," She stammered, trying to catch her breath.

"Okay Bailey, we're going to get you out of here. You hear me?" Steve said as he began to shuffle down the hall with the girl in his grasp. "Just follow me and we'll get you home." As soon as they passed another door, though, the girl stopped.
"The others," she said as she pulled away and walked over to the door. 'We have to get them out too," She insisted. Of course Steve couldn't say no.

When he opened the door he expected to find another pregnant girl, or an adult, but instead he found a little boy sitting in the corner of the dark room. He was small and definitely a toddler, maybe two or three. His back was towards the door but he was quick to turn around.

His large brown eyes snapped over to Steve's and he felt like the kid as looking into his soul. His brown hair was lazily cut as some of it was much longer than other strands that framed his dirty round face. As Steve observed the room he noted that it looked like the boy had been drawing something in the dirt floor. The thing that really hit Steve, though, was the smell. It was obvious that the child was using this small cell as a bathroom and the only thing Steve could think was that this kid looked like a wild animal.

"Hey Pete," Bailey said as she took a step towards the boy. "This nice man is going to get us out of here and take us to a safe place. Doesn't that sound nice," She said as the boy turned his gaze to the girl. He stared at her silently before looking back to Steve, and then back to Bailey. "He's a nice man. He won't hurt us," Bailey insisted as she continued to walk towards the little boy.

"Safe?" The boy asked. It was only one word but it surprised Steve how articulate the kid seemed.

"That's right, safe," Bailey said, trying her best to put on a smile. The small boy looked at her hand and then back at Steve before taking the offer. The two wrapped their hands together and Bailey slowly led the boy out of his small prison.

"Steve!" a voice suddenly called from down the hall. The super soldier snapped his head up to see both Sam and Clint coming towards him and the other. And in Clint's arms he held the girl that the scientists had been messing with.

"What the hell is this place?" Sam asked as he looked at the boy and girl who stood beside Steve. "Who are they?" he then asked, motioning towards the pair. As he spoke the boy became visibly nervous and moved behind Bailey, using her as a shield from the strangers.

"I'm pretty sure their testing people here. Like Wanda and Pietro," Steve explained. "Though I'm sure these-" Steve cut off and looked at the two before continuing. '-kids are not here willingly."

"They're not just testing on people," Bailey interjected as she looked at the three men. "I think this is some sort of breeding program for super-humans," she explained. "I mean...I haven't been here long, not like Peter here," She said, wiggling the hand the the boy was holding. "They took me off the streets like….eight months ago. I don't understand a lot about what they were doing, but they have been getting a lot of girls pregnant. I'm pretty sure none of the girls have survived after their babies are born though. Actually, most of the babies don't survive either."

All the men looked at each other in shock as each one tried to think about what the next step would be after hearing information like that.

"Now that's fucked up," Clint said as his eyebrows rose up.

"You're telling me," Sam said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"There are others that need help though, I'm sure," Bailey said as she looked down the hall. "I haven't heard much noise from down our hall...but you should check. I know there are a few more cells down that way," she said, pointing to her left.
"Have you cleared everything?" Steve asked as he turned more towards the men.

"Yeah, everyone is taken care of," Clint replied.

"Okay. Clint, take these two and the baby down to the living quarters. Get them something to eat, see if you can find a change of clothes and get them a shower or something, let them rest. After you have that I need you to go back up top and stand guard, make sure no one else get's in the building. Sam and I will find the others and bring them to to your location," Steve said as he turned and looked at Bailey. "Can you stay with these two by yourself for a little bit while we get the others?" He asked. "If it's too much I'll have Sam come with you as well," he offered.

"No, I can do that," the girl said with a shaky nod.

"Alright," Steve said with a kind smile as he put a firm hand on Bailey's shoulder. "I'll stay with you once everyone is accounted for." And with that he turned to Sam. "After that, Can you start collecting information while I arrange for everyone to be extracted?"

"You got it!"

It had been a long day, and it was well into the night when Steve plopped down on a couch in one of the living quarter. The soldier ran a hand over his face as he tried to wrap his mind around what he had seen that day. In the end, there were only five survivors. The infant girl, Bailey, Peter, a two year old boy who no one could identify, and another pregnant teen named Samantha. They had all been fed, cleaned, and now they rested in the other room while Steve and Sam tried to figure out what to do.

Unfortunately the survivor number was drastically smaller than the ones who were dead. Half were women and girls who were either shot in the head, starved to death, or seemed to have died from complications while giving birth. The others were new born babies or toddlers.

With a survivor number of five, there were twenty seven deaths.

And that wasn't all. Through Sam's digging, Steve had learned that they were in fact running a breeding operation for enhanced individuals. Some girls had gotten pregnant just so the scientists could test on the children while they were still in the womb, while others had become pregnant with certain men's children. He had read file after file about these women and wondered how in the world HYDRA had gotten their hands on semen, or any DNA from the other subject.

The one thing that made his head spin, though, was when he read about the women who had died while carrying his children. Of course none of those children had survived. Steve couldn't tell if he felt relieved, sad, or upset. But one thing he did know was that he felt responsible, even if it wasn't his fault.

The Captain was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when Sam came into the room holding a stack of folders. They looked liked folders that one would seen in a doctor's office, and each had a picture pinned to the front.

"I found everyone's file," he said as he set the five folders on the coffee table before sitting down across from Steve. The blonde leaned forward and leafed through each vaguely. As he came to the last one Sam cleared his throat and leaned forward before tapping the top of the file. "You really need to look at this one."

Steve looked at Sam for a long moment before looking back down at the folder in his hand. The picture on the front was of the little boy named Peter, and Steve's interest grew. So he opened it up, and read carefully.

" Subject 009 - "Peter". Born August 27, 2013. Mother: Mary Fitzpatrick-Parker. Father: Tony Stark."

The file suddenly fell to the floor and papers scattered everywhere as Steve sharply looked up at Sam.

"No. No way," Steve said with wide eyes as Sam nodded slowly.

"There is no way to know for sure right now but-" Sam began but Steve was up in a flash and stalking towards the door into the other room.

As Steve tossed open the door he noticed everyone was sleeping...except for the boy that he was looking for. Peter simply sat on the black couch, next to Bailey who was passed out. His large eyes met Steve's and it looked like he had been expecting someone to walk through the door. Steven was slightly taken back by this, but pushed it to the back of his mind as he looked the boy over. And the more he looked, the more he could see Tony in the boy. His nose, the color of his hair and- those eyes!
Steve slowly raised a hand and waved slightly at Peter before backing through the door and closing it. The blonde didn't even waste time as he looked over at Sam and said, "I have to tell Tony."

"Hey, I hear ya'! After we get them out I can-" he began, but Steve cut him off with a shake of his head.

"No, I need to tell him. Now."

"Wait. You can't just call Stark now. If you do he'll know our location and then-"

"Sam," Steve preseed. "I have to do this," Steve said as his voice began to shake. Just the thought of talking to Tony again put him on edge. After all, the last time he talked to him, or even seen him, was in Serbia, and now he would be calling to tell him this kind of news? This situation was definitely getting him worked up.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm all for telling Stark, but you absolutely cannot call him from here," Sam protested.

"And why not?" Steve retorted, his voice growing in volume.

"Because," Sam suddenly shouted. "Clint and I just got out of that prison. We are not going back, especially when Clint has his family. I'm sorry but if you call Stark, Clint and I will be gone by the time he gets here." Sam suddenly finished yelling, only to have the sound of a baby crying from the other side of the closed door. Shit, they had woken a kid up. "You can deal with this on your own," he hissed.

"That's fine," Steve said as he dug a phone out of his pocket. "Just leave. I'll take care of this myself," He said. With that Steve strode towards the door and into the room here all the children resided, leaving Sam alone.

He had to make a phone call.