Chapter 3

*Warning- mentions of panic attack and loss of bladder control, but nothing too icky or graphic.*

Petra sat on Wade's lap while she tinkered with her web shooters. Wade kissed the back of her neck and she shivered.

"Wade I'm trying to concentrate." She complained.

"Says the one sitting on my lap." He chuckled. Petra turned around and put Wade's hands behind his head, before webbing them to the wall. She started fervently kissing him until he pushed her away.

"Baby, if you keep that up I'm not going to be able to control myself." Wade said in a low voice that sent jolts down her spine. She pecked his lips and pulled the webbing off.

"Remember the webbing the night of your 18th birthday." He said with a wink. Her watch beeped and she looked down.

"I have to go, I'm meeting Pops for dinner." She told him.

"How is everything with your folks?" Wade wondered.

"Well they're talking, but I have heard some yelling too. Pops convinced dad to go to AA meetings." Petra sighed.

"That's good, I'm sure everything will work itself out, just have patience baby girl." He said and she groaned.

"What?"

"If I can't sit on your lap and make out with you, you can't call me baby girl. It makes me want to jump your bones every time hear it."

"I'll have to remember that." He chuckled. Petra left and met Steve at a small diner near his apartment.

"Sorry I'm a little late, the bus was running slow." Petra told her and he stood up to hug her.

"Is that also why you smell like cologne?" He questioned.

"I have been seeing someone." She told him.

"When do I get to meet him?" He questioned.

"In a few weeks." She said.

"You turn 18 in three weeks, he's older isn't he?" Steve asked.

"Yes." She confessed.

"How much older, Petra?"

"10 years older." She said biting her lip.

"Petra, it's not a good idea to get involved with someone that much older than you. First off it's illegal..." he started and she interrupted.

"Not if we don't have sex, and we haven't." She said defensively.

"Well he's a grown man, if he screws up, he won't like me very much." Steve said. Steve noticed that Petra was now very upset. Steve sighed and grabbed his daughter's hand from across the table.

"Sorry P, I just worry about you, and this just seems like a really grown up situation for you to be in." Steve said.

"Pops, I'm not a baby." She told him.

"I know you're not, but it's my job to look out for you." He said and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. Their food eventually arrived and the two changed the subject and ate. After dinner Steve drove her home on his bike. Steve walked her inside, as he always did. When they got to Tony and Petra's floor, they found Tony making a cake.

"Dad?"

"Hey P, I had a bit of a chocolate urge. Want to stay for cake Steve?"

"I would, but I have a mission in the morning, I need to go pack." They said their goodbyes and Steve left. A few moments after he left, Petra noticed it had started to snow outside.

"Dad." Petra got Tony's attention. The two raced down to the lobby and out the front door, that's when they found Steve in a full on panic. Steve couldn't handle the cold, it reminded him of being frozen and it scared him. Petra didn't understand it, it hadn't been that cold earlier. Steve was shaking as tears filled his eyes. Tony pulled off his jacket and gently put it on him. When Steve was a little calmer they were able to get him inside and back up to Tony's floor. Petra got him to the couch, while Tony turned up the thermostat. He kneeled down in front of Steve and spoke calmly and clearly, without touching him.

"Steve, you're alright, you're inside and it's warming up. Can you talk to me?" Tony asked. Steve nodded and wiped his tears away.

"I'm ok." Was all he could muster.

"I'll set up the guest room for you and I'll let Fury know what's going on." Tony told him and went to do so. Petra sat with Steve, but no too close, knowing he was not to be touched when he was like this. Petra looked Steve over, to see if he was alright, he hadn't a bad panic attack in a long time. She noticed a dark stain down his pant leg and she realized just how bad it really was. It didn't happen every time, but sometimes during a really bad attack Steve would lose control and have an accident, which really embarrassed him. Petra found Tony and let him know.

"I'll take care of it, go get some rest sweetheart." Petra went to bed feeling bad for her Pops, who she knew would be really angry with himself in the morning when his head was clear. Steve always beat himself up when he couldn't be strong, especially in front of Petra. After Petra went to bed Tony helped Steve out of his clothes and cleaned him up.

"Tony." Steve whimpered.

"I'm here Steve, is the water warm enough?" Tony asked, but Steve ignored the questioned.

"I'm so sorry." Steve broke down into sobs. "I'm not even supposed to be here, you shouldn't have to clean up your ex husband who can't control his bladder." Steve cried.

"Hey it's alright, Steve you can't be mad at yourself for this. This happens to a lot of people, I've had panic attacks before and you took care of me." Tony told him

"Yeah, but you never pissed yourself." Steve sighed.

"No, but if I hand you would have taken care of me too, you've had to clean up my vomit before. It doesn't matter that we're divorced, I'm not going to stop caring about you." He helped Steve dry off and put on some comfortable clothes.

"Petra didn't noticed did she?" He questioned.

"No, I don't think she did." Tony lied. "I sent her off to bed, which is where you should be." Tony added. Steve went to bed in the guest room and Tony cleaned up the couch, before heading to bed himself.