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''We could... i don't know, make a bulletin and rampage through the streets?'' Steve suggested. He and Tony had stayed up all night long, studying and trying to come up with a reliable reason for them to 'not' be related.
''No. Too public. We need something that just the avengers will know about... Wait! I've got it!'' Tony stood up, a smile lighting upon his face.
''What?!'' Steve asked, eager for reasonable ideas.
''How could we be related? I'm technological, and your old timey. Your blonde, I'm a black-haired guy. I have facial hair, your face is always clean.'' Tony sounded reasonable, but Steve didn't have much hope.
''Tony... I was kinda hoping you had something more indestructible. They'll all just say it came from your 'mother'.'' Steve said, sighing.
''Oh cheer up. If we dont find a solution, they'll surely forget about it sometime. Who has that good a memory?''
''You were saying?'' Steve asked Tony as he entered the living room.
Clint was talking to Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov, and several other shield agents.
''I know! I can't believe it. Bruce told me I should look at this and sure enough, they were related.'' Clint had to open his big fat mouth.
Steve fumed. He was pissed and wasn't going to let Clint walk all over him and Tony. No matter how much he didn't like the shovinistic pig.
He walked up behind clint and coughed. Anger evident in his voice. ''So Clint. You invited friends over. To chat, I presume?''
''Oh. Hiya Steve. I was just talking about how you and Tony are related. How is your 'son'?'' Clint had a big smirk on his face and Steve had had just about enough of his mouth.
Steve pulled back his fist and punched Clint in the face. ''I wouldn't now. Cause he is not my kid. Natasha, Maria...'' Steve nodded to the two women, ''Hope you have a good day.''
Clint covered his face with both his hands and looked at Steve. ''You're an asshole! What the hell did you do that for?!''
''For spreading lies and discontent through the team. I'm pissed right now. Everyone thinks they can walk all over me and I'm sick of it. A little respect would be appreciated.'' Then Steve walked off towards the kitchen. He was tired of the treatment he got. Everyone thought he was kind and easy to forgive them. But he wasn't about to let Clint spread lies and tell tall tales.
''You deserved Clint. When you learn to shut up and think, I'll hear you complain.'' Natasha ran up behind him. Her toddler balanced on her hip. ''Steve wait.''
He stopped, and waited for her to catch up. He was starting to think he'd been a little hard on Clint. The guy was just... Used to talking.
''I don't think you're related to tony. It's stupid and far fetched.'' Natasha said, stepping in front of him. Little Bella resting on her hip.
Steve looked at Nats child. He knew he hadn't gotten any woman pregnant. He never had the chance with Peggy. And if the government had taken samples of him hoping to make a super baby. They would be sorely disappointed in what had happened.
''Thanks Natasha, for the trust. If Tony is my son... I don't know how 'that' could have come from my kid.'' Steve pointed to a magazine on the table.
The cover had a younger Tony Stark on the front. It read Tony Stark designs AI at 17 years old. ''I know absolutely nothing about technology. So that is another factor that makes no sense.'' He smiled and let little Bella wrap her fingers around his own. ''Congratulations by the way. You and Bruce make a wonderful couple.''
''Thank you.'' Then she gave Steve a hug, ''Please prove Clint wrong. He doesn't deserve that triumph.''
''Don't worry. I will.''