I know, a new one pretty fast? shocking right? :D …but better not get too used to it :(

Hm, I just wanted to say that I've got some requests, asking if I'll write something about later, like the Iron Man movies and maybe Avengers, as well. And since I can't answer all of those people via PM, like xxEllBellxx or Pagen for example, I just wanted to reassure those, and future askers :D, that I do plan on writing something along those lines. It will probably be an individual story and not in this one shots category. I'll try to work in what you guys wanted to see as good as I can, if it fit's with my original plot, that is…
Oh, and I worked over the last chapter and found more mistakes than I'm proud of (and most likely not all of them), so, sorry I put you through that :D I'm glad you bear with me!

Yeah that's all, so here's the next one. Shorter then the others, sorry^^


He blamed the lack of sleep. Yeah, that and the fact that if there was a place where Captain America should be allowed to let his guard down, it would be his home, right? Regardless, he would never tell anyone, especially not Bucky, that he only noticed another presence in his bed after it kicked him, quite literary, in the shins.

Steve Rogers jerked out of his fitful slumber when a cold, tiny foot knocked into his legs and his sleep muddled brain took a moment to acknowledge the small form now curled up against his stomach under the blanket.

Of course, since he was a soldier after all, it maybe took only a few seconds to wake completely and identify the little body pressed against his own as his two year old godson.

Confused, as to why the boy was huddling under his covers and not sleeping after the exhausting day, full of running enthusiastically around and making Captain America trying to keep up with him, he went to lift the cover but was distracted by a bright flash coming through the window.

Outside a storm was roaring, rain pelting against the glass, trailing down in little rivers. The lightning illuminated the whole room, throwing shadows on the carpet, and the thunder that inevitably followed rumbled and rolled through the bedroom, making the hiding child flinch against him.

Ah.

How the hell he hadn't noticed the weather was beyond him. Wasn't he supposed to be always aware of his surrounding? Well, it wasn't a threat, so yeah, he'd slept trough worse if he didn't think there was any danger. And it's been a long time since he was afraid of storms. Good. Reassuring himself was a success. Time to move on.

Turning his attention back to his guest, he slowly lifted the corner of the blanket and peered into the darkness under to be met by two big, brown orbs, staring back at him wide open. So maybe he couldn't see the colour. But he knew it by heart.

"Hey there." He smiled down reassuringly and was rewarded with a whispered "Hi." in response.

"You ok?"

Tony nodded after a second, and even managed to blink his, probably drying, eyes once. But he didn't make any attempt to move.

"Want to come up here and get a little more air for a change?"

This time he hesitated a bit longer, but actually uncurled a little, only to plaster himself even more tightly against Steven when another thunder sounded.

"Hey now," Steve kept his voice soft and reached down to smooth the dark mob of hair, rubbing lightly over the little back. "there is no need to be afraid, buddy. Just the nature running it's course."

" 'm not 'fraid" the kid mumbled in Steve's shirt.

"No? I'm sorry, my mistake then." Steve tried to hide his grin, yes, he 'wasn't afraid' either as a kid. "What are you doing down there, if you don't mind me asking?"

"…cuddling?"

"That a question?"

"Cuddling." Another clap outside, another wince under the blanket, a fist bunched his shirt. Aggressive cuddling.

With an understanding sigh he gently pried his godson a little away from him and pulled him up so at least his head was above the covers.

"Hi." Tony tried again and gave the older man a weak smile. Steve could imagine his eyes were a little red rimmed as well, but it was too dark to see.

"Hi again." He smiled as well. "You know, I like cuddling as much as the next, but don't you think it's a bit late?"

When the room lit up again for a moment, Tony put his hand over the ear not squished into the pillow in anticipation and scooted back close to his godfather, unable to hide his discomfort.

"Daddy said not to be 'fraid," his breath hitched when the promised thunder sounded, "an to go back t'bed." Tony said and tucked his head under Steve's chin. "Don' send me back t'bed."

Frowning, and mentally scolding Howard, he put his arms around his godson and turned on his back, pulling Tony with him, who immediately settled on top of him.

"I'm not sending you away." The child relaxed a bit against him in relief. "It's ok to be afraid sometimes. I used to be scared of thunder, too."

"When you was little?" the kid perked up a little.

"Yeah," Steve smiled and started to rub Tony's back again to try and calm him more. "when I was little. I always went to my mother, then. And know what she did?"

He felt the boy shake his head. With relief he noticed that the storm was, oh so slowly, moving on as well.

"She always sung a special song to me. It always calmed me and soothed my fears, up until the time I wasn't afraid of storms any more, at all. Want me to try it?"

Wouldn't be the first time he sung Tony to sleep. It's been some time and they both preferred bedtime stories, but it was the best he could offer.

After another, now thank god a bit quieter, clap of thunder, Steve managed to keep Tony's tension at bay with warm hands.

The head under his chin finally nodded, and the soldier hoped with his singing and warmth, and the storm slowly leaving, it wouldn't be long until Tony went back to sleep.

When he was a kid, he had heard his mother sing this song a lot, and as he got older he found himself often murmuring the text as well, not out of fear anymore, but familiarity and warm thoughts about his mom.

So, taking a breath, he had no problems remembering the words and started to sing softly, imagining his mother going along.

little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harsh against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight

His hands never ceased to run trough his godsons hair, over his arms and back, and Steve couldn't stop his own eyes from closing at the touch with his childhood.

little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight

Though the thunder was still sounding at a further distance, the last tension was slowly leaving Tony's body and he begun to melt into Steve's chest, obviously sleepy.

and someday you'll know
that nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you'll see
in the morning

Squinting down a bit, the Captain saw the child blinking his eyes tiredly before they finally closed, mouth opening into a yawn.

little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight

Pretty fast, Tony's breath evened out and Steve too, felt his eyes were getting kind of heavy as well, so he didn't bother to keep them open.

little child, be not afraid
though wind makes creatures of our trees
and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand
and I am here tonight

The song wasn't finished, but with the godson sleeping on top of him, the godfather couldn't help but wrap his arms around the child and follow Tony's lead.


A/N So, the song is by Vienna Teng and called Lullaby for a Stormy Night and I love the song to pieces. When I was listening to it earlier, I couldn't help but think of those two. Don't know if Chris Evans could pull it off, since I only heard him sing for a few seconds on you tube, performing poohs corner, thought it was pretty cute though, so why not. And in fanfiction, everything is possible :D

And I have NO idea what a two year old is supposed to sound like, since I never heard one...in english, that is.

Thanks for reading and, if you do, commenting^^