An hour later, Tony had filled two gallon beakers of the stuff. By now, Steve felt better, if not a little shaky. It was now about eight in the morning, and the sun had just began to crest the tall buildings. That would make it so Steve had been here about four hours, observing and doing everything he could to help.

So it was kind of a surprise when Tony said he could leave.

"What?" He asked.

Tony looked up from where he was pouring some of Steve's serum into a bag that looked like it could be for an I.V drip. "I got what I need, Rogers. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"But..." Steve couldn't form the right words. How could he say I want to stay or I want to help you? But the stupid defense auto pilot grabbed his tongue again. "It's my blood, Stark. I think I deserve to know what you're using it for." Tony stared at him. His dark eyes were blood shot and his hair was rumpled as if his pillow had decided to start a revolution and won.

"I don't think you'd want to know. It's unnatural...it probably won't work, anyway." Tony's voice was tight, as if he was struggling to hold it back. He wants to tell someone. Steve realized.

"You can trust me." Could Stark trust him? Of course! He was an honest guy.

For a moment, Tony just stared at Steve. In that moment, Steve saw just how thin the shield that held up his sarcasm and confidence really was. How fragile Tony was. He was only human.

Tony turned on heel. "Follow me."

He walked over to a thick, metal door in the lab wall and punched in a code. The door slid aside, and Steve eagerly followed, excited to see what magic Stark was cooking. Imagine his confusion when he just found an empty room with yet another door. Stark leaned over and froze as a retinal scanner buzzed and beeped, confirming a match. He swept through and stood aside. Steve walked in.

His heart stopped.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

His muscles were frozen.

He stared at the two identical, brown haired teenagers that lay motionless, as if in a deep sleep, on the gurneys behind a thick layer of glass.

"Is that..." Steve was pure cotton mouth.

"Yeah." Rasped Tony. "Captain, meet my sons, Benji and Jack."

If Steve was shocked, he knew he'd just die when he saw the two heart monitors, connected to each boy, as they beeped steadily, and firmly, in perfect unison.

Bum BUM BUM...COMATOSE! Yeah they're in a coma so yeah. what happens next is decided by what I see on the polls! Go vote and if u have any other ideas u can PM me or leave a review!

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