"I'm sorry to bother you, Tony, but I'm on my way to London. I wanted to give you something before I go though." Aveline held a small flash drive in her hand. "I know how you feel about folders and being handed things so I've made sure JARVIS has a copy of what's on here. I owe someone a favor and they are calling in that favor." Aveline smiled at her cousin, she was happy to see the light returning to his eyes.

Tony frowned, "We just got Steve and Peter back, why are you going to London and what's on the drive? Avie, what's wrong you look..."

She stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Emilie needs help with something she's working on." At Tony's hard look, Aveline sighed. "She's helping Ford's father with a case and she needs my help."

"What did she do for you that you owe her? Does it have to do with Steve and Peter?" Tony could feel his anger building. "Ave, tell me that you didn't know they were alive. Tell me that you...my, cousin...my very own blood family...did not know my husband and son were alive and didn't tell me!" Tony yelled at her. He could see the truth in the gray green eyes looking back at him.

"I wasn't going to give you false hope, cousin. We looked for them ourselves for almost two years before I contacted Emilie. When she found them I was in court trying to keep your ass out of the fire, once again, or do you not remember when we almost lost Johnny because you wouldn't stop drinking!" Aveline yelled right back at him. "Do you not remember the strain we were all under trying to get you clean so you wouldn't lose your youngest son! I called Emilie because I didn't know what else to do and she did it without asking for anything. This I offered to do for her, she found Steve and Peter, was able to help get them all out when they took Johnny! So do not yell at me because I was trying to save you so you would have a family to come back to!" Aveline glared at Tony, then took a deep breath, closing her eyes, she took a step back. When she finally did look at Tony, it was with a sad smile. "I am sorry, cousin. Emilie found Ford's father in the same place she found Steven and Peter. I do not know everything but Natasha and Clint had been asked to come in and help, nothing more but by then Johnny had already been kidnapped. Look through the information, you will want to meet their abductors, I plan to have them tried in court myself."

Tony looked at the pale face, the tired look in her eyes and realized the strain he'd put on her, the strain he'd put everyone through. "You're right, I did a lot and you guys cleaned up after me. I'm sorry, uh, I'll take a look at what's on here later. You'll call me when you get to London?" There was something else wrong, something she didn't want to talk about but Tony wasn't going to push to hard for the moment.

"I'll call once I get to the hotel. Look the information over and let me know what you think, if my guess is right, you'll want to go after these people with everything you have." Aveline smiled at Tony. "You take care of your family, cousin. If you love your husband you show him, tell him as often as possible, and never forget why you fell in love to begin with."

Tony blinked at the statement, "Are you sure everything's ok, Avie? You know you can talk to me...about anything."

"No, cousin, not this. Just...take care of your family, I'll call you once I get settled and before I'm on my way back." She gave Tony a tight hug and quick kiss on the cheek. Stepping back she gave Tony a serious look. "The things on there aren't going to be easy to handle. What you think you know is not exactly right but who you think it is behind it all..."

"So you'll be going after them? I want in, I want to be able to make them pay for what they did..."

"Tony?"

Tony turned at the sound of Steve's breathless voice. "Steve, baby, what are you doing out of bed?" Tony watched as Steve slowly moved from the doorway and out into the hallway. "No, Steve, you need to get back in bed. Why are you out here, is something wrong? Do you need me to call Bruce or..."

"I-I heard you yelling and wanted to see if you were ok? I didn't mean to interrupt..." Steve looked between Aveline and Tony, not missing the hard set of Tony's jaw or the stubborn tilt of Aveline's chin.

"No, Steven, no interruption. I was just letting Tony know that I will be out of town for a few days. If you need to reach me I will have my phone on." She gave Steve a smile and hugged them both. "I will call you once I get settled, cousin. Again, I am sorry for having lost my temper."

Tony waved the apology away. "It's not your fault, it's mine and you're right. We, uh, we'll go over this together. Does it have the information on what they did?" Tony glanced at Steve from the corner of his eye, knowing Aveline would catch the hint.

"Everything that was done is there. I will warn you, it is not at all what you were expecting and more than you will want to know." Aveline frowned. "From what Emilie said, Sherlock was held on the opposite side from Steven and Peter so they probably never would have seen each other."

Tony nodded, "Ok, well, you have a safe trip, Avie and you'll let us know if you need us?" I mean, if you need to talk, I'm here, cousin. I may not have been for awhile but I am now." Tony looked at her with wide sable eyes, a small smile curving his lips.

"I know, cousin, maybe later, this...I need this break right now. So I will see you once I have returned."

Tony nodded as he wrapped an arm around Steve's waist. "Ok beautiful, time to get you back into bed." At Steve's blush, Tony grinned. "God I love it when you do that."

Steve ducked his head against Tony's shoulder, his hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. Taking a deep breath, Steve looked at Aveline, "Avie, if there was something bothering you, you'd say so, right?"

Aveline smiled, "In all honesty, Steven, there is no guarantee I would. You both have enough going on right now that you do not need to worry about my problems."

"But y-you would tell us, right? You're not...you wouldn't intentionally leave us out?" Steve knew something was wrong, could see it in the way she refused to look at him or Tony. "Aveline..."

She looked up at Steve, tears in her eyes. "Everything is ok, Steven, I promise. It's good to have you and the boys back with us."

Steve wasn't buying it, he could see there was something else, wanted to press the issue until he saw Aveline stiffen at the sound of Bruce's voice.

"If you will excuse me cousin's, I need to catch my flight." Aveline hugged Steve and Tony one more time, then turned and walked in the opposite direction of Bruce's voice.

Tony frowned, turning back to Steve, who watched Aveline walk away. "Something's not right, Avie's never avoided Bruce before."

Steve watched as Aveline disappeared through the doors to the stairwell. "I overheard Bruce on the phone last night. I-I'm not sure who he was talking to..."

"Hey guys, Steve you should be in bed! What happened, is it one of the boys? I told everyone..."

Tony chuckled, "No Bruce the boys are fine. We, uh, we were just saying bye to Aveline." Tony watched Bruce's face for a reaction. When a quick look of hurt surprise flashed across his face, Tony frowned. "She didn't tell you? Come on Bruce, I thought you knew, of all people Avie would tell you."

"We, uh, we haven't really been talking. Been pretty busy with other people...I-I mean things. Busy with other things." Bruce flushed under the gazes of both Steve and Tony.

"Oh, Bruce..." Steve whispered.

Tony glared at Bruce, his mind picking up on what Bruce was trying to hide. "Just who the fuck is it and when the fuck did it start?" His tone was harsh as he tried to control his anger.

Steve looked between the two brunette's, his nerves beginning to warn him of the impending fight. "Tony, maybe here isn't the best place." Steve reached out and laid a hand on Tony's tense shoulder. "Maybe we, uh, we should go back to the room?" Steve turned to see both Peter and Johnny watching them, matching looks of concern on their faces. "Tony, the boys..."

Tony turned to see both boys watching them, looking down at Steve, he sighed. "Ok, yeah, uh, let's get you guys something to eat." Tony leaned down and picked Steve up. Making sure that he had him held securely against his chest. "Huh, I've wondered what it would be like to do this. Just never thought I'd ever be able to." Tony gave Steve a soft kiss against his temple, smiling at the blush moving from his face down.

"Well now you know, I'll ask you how you feel about it later on." Steve laid his head on Tony's shoulder, his arms going around the tan neck. "I want a burger and fries, Bruce and I won't take no for an answer." Steve looked at the silent man standing behind them. If he could get anything from Tony's questions, he believed that Bruce was cheating on Aveline he just didn't know with who. "Bruce?"

"I, uh, y-yeah I'll make sure to have four plates brought up. Did, uh, did Aveline say where she was going o-or if she were going alone?" Bruce asked softly.

Tony let out a small huff as they walked back into the room. "She said alone and that she would let me know once she got settled." Tony placed Steve gently back in bed, watching as he got as comfortable as possible.

"W-we had a fight, I didn't think she...m-maybe I should try and catch her..." Bruce tried to figure out what was the best thing to do.

"She'll call you, Bruce, until then, how about you tell us when Steve can go home, he's not to pleased about his stay with Chez S.H.I.E.L.D."

Bruce nodded, looking down at the chart in his hands. "Well, so far everything is looking ok. There's still signs of pneumonia and of course the asthma is back but other than that things are looking up. If all goes well, you should be able to go home later today and that's only because I know if I don't release you, Tony and the boys will plan a breakout."

Steve laughed, the sound coming out breathy and light. When he caught the look on Tony's face he looked away, a shy smile on his face as he glanced up at him from underneath his lashes.

"So, uh, so Steve can come home today?" Tony moved closer to the bed. The look Steve was giving him was igniting every last nerve in his body. All of them remembering the feel, touch, and taste of this man.

"He won't be able to do anything for a few more days, Tony..."

"Oh, uh, of course, I-I just meant..." Tony stammered, embarrassed about being so easy to read.

Steve smiled, "All good things come to those who wait, Tony."

Tony leaned forward, his mouth mere inches from Steve's. "I've been waiting for three years, baby, a few more days won't kill me."

Steve shivered as Tony's breath drifted across his lips. He ignored the twin groans from Peter and Johnny, lifting his face for the kiss he knew Tony was going to give him. He could wait a few more hours to go home, he'd waited three years, what harm could waiting a few more do?