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"And here we are, in my humble abode!" announced Tony, spreading his arms out wide as he led Oliver and the rest of the group onto the main living floor. "Everybody has their own room, bathroom and living area, but generally people tend to use this one…family time you know."

Steve gently patted his son on the head as Oliver grew more and more confused. "Don't worry kiddo, just think of it as a house within a house!"

Sebastian and Ian pushed past the pair and ran over to the settees. Edwin and Joey, however, took the time to gently take Oliver by the arms, "Yeah, and me and Ian live here as well, so you can play with us!"

Oliver glanced at Sebastian and then at Joey, "I know Joey doesn't, but what about you Seb?"

Seb laughed as he began to bounce on the settee, ignoring Jarvis's protests, "We have a floor, but we don't stay here a lot. Tony doesn't like my Papa!"

Tony began to protest, "It's not that I don't like him, it's just that I think he's…"

"Psychotic?" interrupted Peter, his arms folded in disapproval, "Because, honestly, Wade's not that bad!"

Clint nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he just takes a bit of getting used to…okay a lot of getting used to."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Okay, of course you don't think he's psychotic Peter, he turns into a walking pile of goo when he sees you. Utter adoration, it's sickening!"

Upon realising what he had just said, Tony winced as he twisted around to see his husband, who raised an eyebrow in mock curiosity, "And just why is it so sickening? Hmmmmmm? There's nothing wrong with Mr Wilson being in love with Mr Parker…unless of course, you think it is wrong?"

Tony shook his head frantically, "No, no, no, no! Of course not sweetie. I just thought it was strange that someone like Wade would-"

"What do you mean, someone like Wade?!" interrupted Peter.

Tony glanced backwards and forwards between Jarvis and Peter, spluttering incoherently until he threw his hands up in the air. "I give up!"

Oliver giggled as Tony shuffled off to the main kitchen, muttering to himself about being ganged up on. However, before Oliver could say anything, a rather nervous looking, bespectacled man entered the room from another doorway.

"Hey Bruce!" greeted Ian, beaming as Bruce smiled gently at him before turning his attention to Oliver. Steve pushed his son forwards, "Oliver. This is Doctor Bruce Banner, one of Tony's friends. Bruce, this is my son, Oliver."

Oliver held out his hand for Bruce to shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor Banner!"

Bruce smiled and shook the offered hand, "It's very nice to meet you too Oliver. I see you've already met the rest of the group?"

Oliver nodded, grinning as Ian sped over and flung an arm around his shoulder. "Yeah, they helped me when I was lost a couple of days ago!"

Ian nodded eagerly, "Dad says we were heroes…" he frowned, glancing at his parents, "…but they still won't gimme a costume!"

Bruce chuckled at the disappointed look on the boy's face, "I'm sure they will when you're older."

Ian shrugged, but soon got over his disappointment, "He hasn't met everyone yet, but I really want to meet Natasha!"

Bruce shook his head, "You know she's working Ian."

"Yeah I know…are you going to stay here? You were away ages last time!"

Bruce winced slightly, "I…ran into a bit of trouble last time. But hopefully, I'll be here for a while now that Tony and Director Fury have had a quiet word with the army."

Ian bounced up and down excitedly, "Awesome!"

Edwin, with Joey clutched tightly to his arm, then ran over. "Come on Oli, you've got to come and see Ian's toys!"

Oliver moved as if to follow them, but was held back by a gentle hand gripping the back of his shirt. "Ah, ah, ah!" chuckled Steve, "First, don't you think you'd better unpack? You've got three bags of clothing and two more full of toys! We'll get them into your room and then you can play with the others, okay?"

Oliver pouted for a bit before eventually nodding, shrugging at his new friends as if to say 'sorry.' He and Steve headed back towards the elevator,

"Hey Steve! Wait!" Both Steve and Oli turned around when they heard Tony, who was holding up a flask of strange green liquid, "You'll need this!"

Oliver frowned at the disgusting-looking liquid, "What is it?"

"It's a drink that will give you all the nutrients you need. Trust me on this kid, once everything kicks in and you realise you're starving, then you'll start eating like it's gone out of style. But, your body isn't going to be used to the rich food and it'll come straight back up. We'll start you on a plain diet with a glass of this stuff every day, slowly introducing you to richer and richer foods until you get used to it."

Oliver gently took the flask out of Tony's hands, "How do you know…that this will work I mean?"

Tony glanced at Steve and grinned, "Well, let's just say that when your Dad was first out of the ice, he puked like there was no tomorrow! This stuff helped him, and it'll help you, okay?"

Oliver nodded as Steve gently nudged Tony in the arm, a mock frown on his face as he pretended to be offended at Tony telling Oliver that particular story. The pair then entered the elevator and shot up to Steve's floor…well their floor now.

In contrast to the atmosphere downstairs, when they were unpacking Oliver's things, Oliver remained silent. Steve sighed as his son avoided eye contact, opting instead to stare at the back of his wardrobe whilst hanging up some of his shirts. "Okay, I think it's time we had a little talk. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

The word seemed almost forced out. Steve rolled his eyes as he strode over to his son and gently encouraged him to turn around. Oliver's eyes were firmly focused on the floor but Steve continued undeterred. "Ever since we found you in Matt's apartment, you've been…closed off. You won't look at me!"

"I was downstairs!"

"Yeah, when we were surrounded by other people! Whenever we're alone, you won't look at me!"

Silence.

"Oli! I can't help you if you don't talk to me!"

Oliver continued to stare at the ground, muttering sullenly to himself. Steve rolled his eyes. "Let me rephrase…if you talk to me properly and clearly!"

Oliver scowled before raising his head to look his Dad in the eye, "You left me…"

"W-what?"

"You left me!" Oliver yelled pushing his Dad, causing him to take a step back. "Mom died and then you left me! You didn't care about me! You cared more about your stupid war than me!"

Steve took another step back, this time in shock as Oliver continued to scream at him. "I HATE YOU! You left me alone! Howard froze me because they didn't know what to do with me! All I wanted was a family, you didn't have to stay in that plane!"

There was silence for a few moments before Steve nodded, "You're right…I should have thought about what me crashing the plane would have done to you. I was too caught up in getting revenge for…for Bucky that I focused more on being a Captain than on being a Father."

He gently pulled his son into a hug, ignoring the way that Oliver tensed up in his arms. "I-I'm so, so sorry…" whispered Steve soothingly as he patted his son on the back, wincing as Oliver buried his head into his Dad's shoulder and sobbed, "…So, so sorry."

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Edwin, Ian, Seb and Joey stood outside the door that led directly into Steve and Oliver's personal living area. Joey frowned, "Maybe we should wait…"

"Nah…" Edwin moved to knock on the door, "…it's been hours! It can't take that long to unpack some toys!"

Ian grinned, "It was more than a few toys. You shoved everything into his arms!"

"But he didn't buy everything did he?!"

"…No, but I don't think Oliver likes video games?"

"More like he doesn't know how they work…he'll change his mind"

Edwin banged on the door and then pressed his ear close to the door. After a few minutes, Edwin shook his head, "I don't hear anything…" he turned to face Joey, "…Did you hear them leave?"

Joey shook his head, "The elevator didn't come down…they might have gone down the stairs but I don't think so." He moved closer to the door, listening for a few moments before nodding. "I can hear someone talking…maybe we should wait, we can always play tomorrow!"

Edwin whined theatrically, "But you two won't be here tomorrow! I want us all to play together!"

Seb nudged him in the arm and grinned, "You know we can always come over tomorrow…Joey's right, we should wait."

Edwin rolled his eyes and moved to walk away, however before the group reached the elevator, the door opened and Oliver peaked out. "H-hey guys."

The group frowned in concern when they saw how red Oliver's eyes were. Ian tried to smile reassuringly, "Hey Oli…you okay back there."

Oliver frowned in confusion before his eyes widened in realisation and he grinned sheepishly, "O…I was just-I was upset at my Dad. We talked and now we're okay…do you guys mind if we play tomorrow?"

Feeling the gazes of the three other boys behind him, Edwin sighed and nodded. "Yeah okay…Seb and Joey have to go home now, but me and Ian are going to be in Ian's room if you want to play later?"

Oliver nodded as the group turned to leave. Once they entered the elevator, Oliver shut the door behind him and ran back into his room where his Dad was just finishing up on putting all his toys away. Steve grinned at him, "Everything okay?"

Oliver nodded eagerly, "It is now!"

"Do you have any questions?"

Oliver paused for a moment, "What the heck is that thing?"

"Language…and I don't know yet."