Hello again! This is mostly Steve's point of view. Sorry Loki and Thor fans but it needed to be done. Loki will be back come next chapter. Pinkie promise.

Warnings: Mpreg...mpreg everywhere.
Bad writing...bad writing everywhere.
Alternative universe. I put that in there because I wish to give people a heads up the logic now makes no sense.

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Odin held the child close trying to stop it from squirming.

"Child, be still."

The baby became suddenly still causing the All father to look down at the bundle. The babe blinked looking up at him; it was enough to make Odin smile slightly. The All Father made his way down the bifrost bridge to the gate keeper.

"Heimdall, " Odin nodded, greeting the gatekeeper.

"My King," Heimdall nodded back.

"I have a request." Odin sighed looking at the small child nestled in the crook of his arm. "No doubt you have seen him."

Heimdall nodded, "I have. Your first actual grandchild and it is sickly" He hung his head in pity and sorrow, "I am sorry, my King."

"The stone keeps him alive," Odin said, sighing as he looked at the infant again.

"I am surprised your son found such an object."

"Yes," a smile spread across his face, "Leave to Thor to find to undetectable." His smile fell as he composed himself. "Open the gate to Midgard."

Never one to question his king he opened the door to Earth. Odin held the child in front of him.

"Forgive me for my cruelty," he said to the child, " If I were as merciful as I preach I would end your suffering."

The child looked up at his grandfather listening intently; Odin smiled and gently placed the infant through the portal.

"Do not let Loki know what I have done. He and Thor will grieve greatly, but not as much if they would have continued to live in a fantasy where the child would end up living."

Heimdall looked at the portal a moment before nodding. "Yes, my king."

"Don't touch me!"

"Loki, please understand." Thor followed his brother quickly.

"No!" Loki turned abruptly, "You have failed me! You promised you would make sure father would not interfere and you lied; now, my child is gone!"

"He was mine as well brother! I am just as upset as you are."

"You Lie, you do not care! If you cared you would have stopped father. You just let him walk away!"

"What do you wish me to do brother? I did not know he would do such a thing."

"But, you should have stopped him when he tried. You lied to me and that is all. I do not need to stand here and hear you beg for my forgiveness; you are never going to get it."

Thor frowned hurt by his brother's words. "You just need time. Time will heal your grief."

"No Thor, time will not heal my grief," he turned away from his brother walking quickly, "but I know what will"

And that is when Loki's mischief making took a turn for the worse.

Brooklyn. Early 1940's

Steve Rogers was use to having it rough. From birth he was a very sickly child. His mother had countless doctor bills to prove it. Stephanie Rogers was a very small and sweet woman; always so positive and looking to the bright side. She had nursed the poor boy back to health several times. He could remember so many nights of her sitting beside his bed and hiding her tears because she thought he wouldn't make it through the night. Bucky (his childhood friend) said he was just too stubborn to give up which was kind of true. He never gave up; he liked to think he got that from his mother. The woman was strong and brave always refusing to give in and that made Steve admire her. Like Steve, she was also very sickly. It made Steve think that maybe it ran in the family. After the recent death of his father his mother had fallen ill yet again. Steve was hopeful she would bounce back like she always did, but unfortunately she was doing more worse every day. Steve was working three jobs to be able to afford her medicine and pay rent. Bucky, (who loved his mom just as much as he did) also helped him. He couldn't do much to help, but his little offerings of bread and vegetables meant the world to Steven.

Yet, no matter how hard they tried it seemed fate had a different plan. Stephanie Rogers passed late one night. She held her son's fragile hand and with her last breaths told him a story he just couldn't believe.

"Steven," she placed a gentle hand on her son's face "I have to tell you something. I cannot die in peace having you not know."

Steve put a hand over his mothers and listened carefully. His mother's eyes filled with tears as she confessed.

"I did not give birth to you." She looked away to compose herself, "Your father found you all alone. We did not love you any less," She squeezed his hand tighter, "You must understand that."

Steve nodded. "I do. It doesn't matter to me if we aren't related by blood. the thought that you could love me less would never occur to me. Not after all you've done for me," He shook his head, "Mamma I could care less just please, stay with me. You need to hang on longer. I know I am being selfish because you are in a lot of pain, but I can fix it! If I work hard enough I can help make you better."

She smiled. "Always such a good boy." She dropped her hand from her face to the stone that dangled from his neck, she pointed but did not touch it. "We found that with you wrapped around your neck. You were also tangled in one of the most extraordinary blankets I have ever seen." She blinked lost in thought. "You were so tiny. I wish I could see what your children would look like."

"Mamma don't think that way." Steve grabbed her hand. "You always bounce back from things like this; just like me."

"Steven." She smiled at her son's innocent hope, " I have to go. "

He held her hand tightly as she closed her eyes and drifted into what looked like a peaceful sleep. Ever the good friend; Bucky showed up just in time to help Steve through his panic attack.

Shortly after the passing of Steve's mother, Bucky had joined the army. Steve tried to follow, but was denied the chance to prove himself. The young artist always felt a fire within him. He could be so much more is just given the chance. Steve knew he wasn't the strongest, (hell, without his stone it was a struggle to breathe) but it wasn't until he was denied something he wanted that he started to lose hope.

He never gave up hope though and stayed optimistic and finally was rewarded for it. Steven's hope was brought back full force when he was given the chance to participate in the super soldier project. It was hard work. He had to train hard and he wasn't allowed to wear his stone so everything thing became extra difficult. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason whenever he wore it it gave him a burst of energy and helped him breathe better. Without his necklace he felt drained. The only thing that kept him going through training was the fire burning within him. The young artist had always had what seemed like a hidden strength within that some days made him believe he could take on the world. Throughout his training his hidden fire always gave him an extra push and every time he thought of helping others and stopping those bullies it just burned brighter. At the end of the day he felt like he was dying, but it was worth it.

Steve is hooked into a device he knows is going to hurt, but as usual he puts on a brave face. They tell him he cannot wear his stone, but it is nothing he didn't expect anyway. He knows it is going to be okay. There is just something that let's him know he shouldn't fear this. He holds his head up high. The more he is hooked up in the machine the more the fire within him seems to burn. Something was about to come to the surface and Steve knows it is not the machine's doing.

The machine is closed and the small man takes a calming breath. It burns and Steven can't help but screaming. They go to stop the machine but it is too late. The fire within him had pushed to the surface. He can feel the strength' the power and he is not use to it. When they open the door, he stumbles. Howard and the other scientists catch him. Steven is delirious and can't understand what has happened. The others look at him in awe and begin to clap. Only he and Howard are the only ones taken off guard by the sudden applaud. Howard knows the project had not worked and had not even been completed. The genius looks at the artist in a mixture of shock and confusion. Steve can only shrug. He has no idea what happened either.

Even though he no longer needs it, he still wears his stone. He feels some sort of attachment to it. It would feel like ignoring a friend if he decided not to wear it. So he keeps it around his neck and neatly tucked in his suit. The only person who has ever seen it besides Bucky is Howard. It's surprising that he would show it to Howard and not Peggy, but to tell the truth he didn't want anyone to see it. Howard had seen it by accident. The two were hunched over a map plotting their next move when unbeknownst to Steve it slipped out of his shirt. Howard stopped talking instantly and looked at the stone memorized.

After that moment he had to tell the man where he had got it.

"You have the stone, but where is the blanket?"

"What?" Steve blinked, looking at his friend.

"She said she found you wrapped in a beautiful blanket. Maybe that could hold some answers as to where you are from. She said it was the most beautiful blanket she had ever seen. If that is true it must be unique."

Steve blinked. He had never thought of that before. He hadn't even searched for it after his mother passed. Nodding, he smiled.

"That's a swell idea," Steve said thinking it over," I might have it in my mother's old things."

Howard nodded. "Kid, you send it my way and I will have it analyzed in a jiffy. You'll be shakin' hands with your biological Ma and Pa in no time."

Steve just chuckled. "You don't have to do that. I don't even know if I really want to meet them."

Howard shrugged. "Can't say I really blame you. I would be salty if they up and dumped me too."

Steve frowned. "Well, I never thought of it that way."

Howard raised a slender brow. "What did you think if not that they abandoned you."

He shrugged. "Maybe they just couldn't take care of me. I was a really sick child."

Howard just sighed and patted his shoulder. " Always lookin' to the bright side."

He closed his eyes relaxing as he drifted deeper into the dark abyss. If Steve had any regrets it was that his stone was going down with him. The poor necklace shined the brightest it ever had making it look like it was working hard to keep the captain alive. Steve knew it was silly, but he felt like he owed the thing at least a thank you for keeping him alive all these years. Maybe if he had left it at the base someone who needed it could have used it or Howard could have analyzed it and created an all healing medicine. There was no use in dwelling on it now; it was in the past.

He had become Captain America to save people and he had did just that. It was sad that his life had to end to do it, but he wouldn't complain about it. He was a soldier and this was his duty; to protect the weak and stand up for what is right.

A smile graced the Captain's lips. It was peaceful and content. Only when the stone stopped shinning did Steve open his eyes.

The captain blinked. Did it know he was ready to die? Did it give up because Steve had?

He had little time to dwell on the reasons why because a sudden wave of weariness over took him. He struggled to stay awake; his eyes opening and closing. As his eyes drifted shut for one last time he could have sworn that his hands were turning blue, yet he did not feel numb.

They said he was frozen for over seventy years. They said he was in a deep slumber and somehow he had been preserved. They said a lot of things and they said them slowly; like he was not going to be able to comprehend it. The only person who talked to him as if he was another person and didn't sugar coat it was Howard's son. He still couldn't believe Howard had had a child and was sadden he had missed out on it, but at the same time he was happy the genius went on after his 'death'.

Howard's son looked a lot like Howard. His son might have had things in common with his father, but he was a completely different person. They had similar traits, but it ended there. Tony was his son's name and he hated it when the captain called him Mr. Stark.

"I am not Mr. Stark. Mr. Stark was my father. Please, call me Tony," The genius said for what he thought was the hundredth time.

Steve's face redden with embarrassment "I'm sorry. I forgot." He rubbed the back of his neck. "So..Mr.-" He stopped at the smaller man's raised brow, "I mean, Tony. Why did they bring you in exactly."

The genius sighed crossing his arms thinking of a way to word his answer. "Well, to tell you the truth I was asked to come here in case you had a spazz attack."

"A what?"

"You freaked out."

Steve blinked and Tony continued. "Waking up in a strange place tends to make people crazy. Having a familiar face might help."

"What do you mean?"

Tony chuckled humorlessly. "Come on Cap'; don't play dumb. I look like my dad."

Steve looked at the genius, "Not really."

That surprised Tony. "Really?"

"Well, you look similar, but other than that I would have never thought you to be Howard."

The billionaire looked please by this. "Ya know what Cap;I don't care what other people say. I think you are an okay guy." He patted the Captain's shoulder.

Steve blinked. "People say bad things about me?"

Tony chuckled shaking his head. "It was a joke..." He looked at the blonde. "Oh come on; don't look at me like I killed your puppy."

Steve looked at him. "I don't have a dog."

Tony sighed. "I really got my work cut out for me."

Director Fury said they were establishing a 'team'. Tony said it was code for "shit's about to go down". Mr. Banner said what Tony meant to say was "something bad was about to happen". He didn't know why Tony talked in code around him. Maybe the genius got a kick out of it? Anyway, their team was assembled. They had an odd group of heroes. There was an assassin: Miss Natasha Romanoff, an archer: Mr Barton, Whatever Mr. Banner was,( he didn't quite understand it yet) Iron man: Tony Stark and finally Thor. The man said he was a God, but Steve begged to differ. He was a strong man no doubt, but a God? Steve found it hard to believe.

Thor was always happy and like him he was trying to figure out how this world worked. He had come to Earth because he was trying to stop his brother. Whenever Thor talked of his brother his eyes would fill with sadness, making him look older than he seemed. He said his brother planned to use the tesseract. Steve shuttered. It was a God awful thing he wished that had remained in the bottom of the ocean. Thor's brother, Steve had later learned was named Loki, was planning on using it for his own evil gain. Whatever that gain was was a mystery.

So they trained. Fury said they needed to be ready for this new threat so every day they trained for a number of hours. Every time they trained a partner was chosen at random for them. His first time fighting Thor had been exhausting for the both of them. Both had refused to give up. Thor smiled covered in sweat and dirt and got a better grip on his hammer. Steve could see Thor thought this was fun and he had to agree with him. He didn't know why, but it all seemed playful when he fought Thor. Thor would laugh while swinging his hammer into Steve's side and Steve would giggled before hitting him over the head with his shield. Tony said they were both sadists that enjoyed pain. Then he recommended S&M. When Steve asked him what that was Tony said he gladly show him. That earned the genius several whacks upside the head and and jab in the gut from Miss Romanoff. "Don't you dare taint him," She had warned, leaving Steve red in the face and confused.

Their little group was small and dysfunctional, but he liked it that way. It seemed everyone on their team had some sort of issue; be it fears or just a bad past. Steve thought that brought them closer. They each had someone to talk to that would understand them in some way. Clint talked to Phil or Natasha, Tony talked to him and Bruce and he had no idea why, but Thor talked to only him about things. Most of the time it was about his brother and how he missed the small God. Steve felt bad for the both of them. Thor was trying his best to make things between them right and always failing. Loki was tired of Thor not understanding where he was coming from. He felt bad for the two brothers. From what Steve had seen brothers were supposed to be best friends. Thor and Loki seemed like enemies. Steve had no idea what started all the chaos between them. Thor wouldn't tell him that part and Steve could understand it. There were just some things you didn't share with people. When Thor would ask questions about Steve, Steve would answer honestly and the best he could. After Thor talked about his past he would want to be cheered up by one of Steve's 'Tales of mischief' as Thor called it. Thor liked to hear old stories about him and Bucky and Steve was always happy to tell him. Steve rarely talked about his life unless asked to. He didn't want himself to be the center of attention especially when someone was trying to talk to them about their feelings.

Thor smiled. "Thank you, friend Steve."

Steve smiled. "It's not a problem. I am always happy to listen."

Thor gave his signature broad grin and slapped a hand on Steve's back. The tall God blinked as something shiny caught his eye. "Friend Steve, is that a chain around your neck?"

Steve blinked. "Oh, um yeah." He smiled sheepishly. "It's like a necklace. It means a lot to me."

Thor frowned. "Why would a woman's neck piece mean so much to you? Was is your mothers?"

Steve shook his head. "No, it has always been mine." He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed to be the center of attention. "Ya see the person who raised me was my mother, but not my real one. My real parents left me with this and a blanket." He shrugged.

Thor looked devastated by this. "Why would anyone leave their child?"

Steve smiled. "I don't blame them. I was a very sick kid. They probably just couldn't take care of me."

"May I see it?"

Steve blinked before understanding. "Oh yeah I don't mind if you see my necklace."

Steve started to tug the chain out of his shirt.

"Steeeeve!"

The Captain and God jumped startled.

"It would seem the Man of iron is in need of your assistance."

Steve and Thor made their way to where the S.O.S for Steve was coming from. Tony was on the floor reaching underneath the couch.

"Lift it." He ordered, while moving his hand blindly trying to feel for something.

Steve frowned. "Tony, what have I told you about asking?"

Tony sighed. "Please lift the couch?"

Steve smiled satisfied and lifted it for the man. Tony smiled and grabbed what he was after. "There we are." he held a small metal bolt up to the light. "Thanks spangles."

Steve sighed at the nickname and sat the couch down. Thor chuckled.

The genius looked at Thor. "Sorry Goldie Locks I gotta borrow Steve real quick. Come on Cap; I need you to lift things." He motioned for him to follow.

The captain just sighed and looked to Thor. "Sorry about him, we can continue our chat later."

Thor smiled. "Do not worry Captain, I understand how he can be."

Steve gave Thor a smile and a nod before following quickly after Tony.

"What did you need me to lift?" Steve asked catching up with Tony to his lab.

Tony turned and looked at the captain confused for a moment. "Oh yeah! I need you to lift...that thing." He pointed to a piece of sheet metal in the corner of the lab. Steve nodded doing as he requested and bringing it over to him.

"What are you working on anyway," He asked curious.

Tony smiled, shrugging a little. "Just stuff."

Steve frowned, but nodded looking past Tony. He noticed something round and shiny on his work desk. "Hey...is that my shield?" Steve walked over quickly. Tony followed trying to get ahead of him.

"Yes, but you should know I didn't do anything bad. And I am not finished yet."

Steve looked down at his shield. He blinked looking it over. Tony stood beside him waiting to see his reaction seeming guilty and anxious.

"You cleaned it and...repainted it?"

Tony nodded. "Yep! That is non-chip bullet proof paint. Nothing's gonna ruin this paint job." The genius said proudly.

"Who needs bullet proof paint?"

Tony smirked. "Your shield did."

Steve smiled and let his hand graze across the shield fondly. "Thank you. This means a lot to me. It's nice to see someone besides me take care of my shield."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I could kind of tell you were pretty attached to the thing so I decided to fix it." He shrugged. "No biggie. It actually got on my nerves seeing it like that so it was more for me than it was for you."

The artist smiled. "No matter what the reason, thank you for doing it."

The billionaire just shrugged looking away nonchalantly. "You gonna help me lift things or what?"

Steve gave a smile and a small nod. "I would love to help."

The team had settled into a routine. They would do whatever they wanted, but would always eat dinner together. It was odd, but then again what wasn't odd about them? Tonight it was Tony's turn to pick where they ate and of course he chose takeout. He liked to watched Steve struggle with the chopsticks. The forks would conveniently disappear whenever they ordered takeout. The poor man would sit trying to figure it out for five or ten minutes before Tony would actually jump into help him. Tony was in the middle of placing the chopsticks in his hand when Steve just happen to look over at Thor eating.

"Where did you get that?" Steve asked pointing to the fork in Thor's hand.

Thor swallowed his food. "I went to use the washroom. When I opened the movable place where the soap dwells I found a large amount of them."

Steve slowly looked over to the small brunette that was still holding onto his hand. Tony smiled sheepishly. "That could have been anybody. Why doesn't anyone ever blame Clint?"

The archer glared from across the table and opened his mouth to retort but was silence by a sudden shake of the building. The team jumped up instantly, ready for a fight.

"Jarvis." Tony said holding onto Steve's arm for balance. "What's going on?"

"It would seem there is a mad mad wreaking havoc, Sir."

"Display image!" He ordered.

A screen of downtown appeared. As the artificial intelligence stated there was in fact a mad man destroying the city.

"Loki!" Thor shouted at the screen.

"Alright guys." Tony shouted. "It's show time! Spangles, help me to the lab!"

After the team quickly suited up they quickly made their way to the mad man. They had trained long and hard to fight just this one man, but could Thor really do it? Steve looked as the God held onto his hammer tightly, shifting it in his grip. Steve's worried look caught his eye so he gave him a reassuring smile.

They approached the man from behind walking up to him slowly. As the chosen leader of the group Steve thought he should be the one to speak. He was going to give the man a chance to surrender and try to avoid harming Thor's brother, but when the man turned he was speechless. The pain in the Raven haired man's eyes was just unbearable. He looked upon all of them with little surprise and glared at Thor. Then his eyes ranked across each member of the team individually before settling on him. He stared a moment before his eyes narrowed angrily. Giving a vicious scowl the small God charged at the good captain

Hello all people who are still with me and reading. Sorry for the bad grammar and punctuation...Thank you for reading and remember to be safe guys.