By the time they reach the beach, it's in complete chaos. Steve isn't sure where they should go until he hears Clint's voice yelling from the other side of the beach. Looking to his left, he saw Clint and Bruce running towards the pier. Turning to look back at Tony he asked him, "Where do we go now? We can't go back the way we came and if we go forward we run the risk of getting separated and I'm not going for that, Tony."

Tony looked around them, his eyes taking in every little detail. He was looking for Aveline and Bucky. "There, over near the edge of the pier Steve, we need to go help Avie and Bucky." He looked back to where he last saw Aveline and frowned, the woman fighting Aveline, "Steve we need to get over there quick, that woman...that's Amelia or not Amelia but said she was." He looked at Steve, the look on his face must have showed how he was feeling because Steve simply nodded and they took off towards the dock.

"You said she was one of your kidnappers?!" Steve shouted back at Tony, the wind whipping the words out of his mouth. He wanted to make sure that she was shown no mercy when it came time to interrogate her.

"She is, she's also the reason Maurice was killed! She did it, then tried to say it was because he was a traitor when it was really her!" Tony remembered the look on Aveline and Marcel's faces when they had told him and Bruce what Amelia had said and done. The sadness and pain...shaking his head, Tony could remember vividly the pain she caused him too. The way she seemed to enjoy his torture as much as Rothschild had enjoyed administering it.

"Aveline doesn't seem intent on letting her live Tony! If she kills her, we have no other way of finding out where the rest of their group is hiding!" Steve was focused on the sand in front of him, trying not to lose control of the bike. He felt Tony's arms tighten around him and he glanced back, "Are you ok?!"

Tony blinked up at Steve, "I'm fine and we will, that's just Amelia the one we are after is named Rothschild or Whizenhut! Avie told them if they were to ever touch me again she would personally kill them! Well, not to all of them, she just told Rothschild but I'm sure she meant all of them!" He looked over Steve's shoulder and could see the fire burning on the far side of the beach, someone had set a group of straw huts ablaze. He could see Clint with Bruce fighting their way back to the jet when War Machine flew down and grabbed them both. "Where's Thor? I could have sworn this would be his type of party!" Tony didn't see the Asgardian until a loud rumbling boom exploded across the sky and it lit up with lightning.

"There he is, at the other end of the pier! Looks like he's found someone willing to put up a fight against a god!" Steve felt Tony's chuckle as they pulled up to the pier, dismounting they took off in the direction they had last seen Bucky and Aveline.

Tony looked around him wildly, he knew Steve was behind him, with him every step but he was looking for his cousin. Life hadn't been easy for him and one of the few people who had stuck around had been Aveline. Tony looked around a stack of crates and saw her standing with her back to them, yelling at Amelia to give up.

The maniacal laughter that echoed out across the area sent a chill down his spine. He listened as Amelia refused then called for Tony and Steve to come out from their hiding place. "There is something I want to tell you Mr. Stark! There is something you should know!" The sound that left her wasn't a laugh or a cackle but something different. Something darker, as if she knew something that could destroy Tony completely.

Aveline tensed, then slowly turned to look behind her. "Cousin, I could have sworn I told you two to leave!" She was angry, angry that they had come this far and now it may all be for nothing if someone gets killed.

"We weren't leaving without you and Bucky !" Tony looked into angry grey green eyes. He knew she was angry, more out of fear than anything else but he wouldn't leave her behind, especially when she would do the same for him.

"Are you listening to me Mr. Stark?!" Amelia screeched, enraged at being ignored. "You will never know the child!" She cackled wildly, she advanced on Aveline, swinging an arm out and around to hit her. She screamed her rage when the move was evaded, then continued with her rant. "He will never know his father...he will never know his son! He will never see what we see...now the war is won!"

Tony glared at the woman, the chant not making any sense. He watched as she lunged at Aveline again and again she was neatly side stepped. He flinched when he felt a hand wrap around his bicep. Jerking around, he looked into Steve's face. The baby blue eyes were intense in their search for something. Tony moved closer to him, then tried to pull back when he saw Rothschild moving towards them. "Steve...Steve, let go! B-behind you, Steve..."

Steve looked at Tony then whipped around to see the man with the green eyes moving quickly towards them. He let out a low growl of rage, here was the man who had put Tony through hell, from beatings to rape, he'd made sure to record everything and had enjoyed it all. Steve could remember the look of pleasure on his face when Tony had been shot, his body going slack and Steve crying out in rage. This was the man who had taken Tony's ring from him as his body had hung against the wall, Steve's heart being ripped from his chest as he had watched helplessly.

A thin red mist colored Steve's vision and all other sound ceased as he focused on the man advancing towards them. He pushed Tony behind him, he didn't want this monster getting anywhere near Tony again. "Stay behind me Tony and do not argue with me for once." His tone was sharp and short, his rage bleeding through into his words. He could see Tony shrink back from him, watching him with wide sable eyes, as he nodded his head. "I just...I don't want him anywhere near you again. Please...please...just wait here, let me handle him." He framed Tony's face with his hands, gave him a hard kiss then turned to confront Rothschild. "We end this, you and I! All of this," Steve gestured around him as he faced Tony's tormentor. "It ends today!"

"Well, well, well if it isn't Captain America or should I say Mr. Rogers-Stark?! It is a pleasure to finally meet you Captain! Have you and your husband had a chance to talk yet?" He slowly moved towards Steve, he glanced at Tony and a slow, cruel smile curved his lips. "Has he told you of all the fun times we had together? Of how his body moved beneath my hands when I touched him? Did he tell you of how he would moan your name as I forced his body to submit, to give us what we wanted, hmm?!"

Steve felt his eyes narrow as Rothschild walked towards him. He knew he was baiting him, could tell from the cruel smile on his face, that he was intentionally trying to upset Steve. He could feel his anger simmering just below the surface of his control. For two years, this man had tortured, raped, and abused Tony. Touched him in ways he had no right to. Steve tried to control the emotions he'd held in check for so long, until...

"You do know Captain, that he always cried out for you. Always begged for you to save him, to set him free. Even when he knew it was not possible, he still said your name. I must admit, it's rather disheartening to have just jerked him off and he pleads...for...YOU!" The last statement made with a hint of malicious jealousy. He lunged at Steve, his face contorted in jealous rage. "He would always beg for you! You...who could not save him with all your strength! You...who allowed him to be taken, to allow us access to the precious gift of his mind and body! You...who could not give him what we have given him and he will never see!"

Tony flinched back from the venom in the words, feeling them as if he were being lashed with the whips again. He kept his eyes on Steve though, watched as the words found there mark, hitting where it would hurt him the most. "Shut up...shut up...shut up!" Tony yelled at Rothschild, he was shaking with rage as he watched Steve's shoulder's hunch and his breathing pick up pace. The tall blond was shaking as well, Tony knew it was him trying to hold in his anger but it was also pain. Steve blamed himself for what happened to Tony, for the pain and suffering he had gone through the past two years. "STOP FUCKING TALKING TO HIM!" Tony yelled at Rothschild, he could see Steve trying to control his emotions and failing. "Steve...don't...don't listen to him! This is not your fault! Steve, listen to me, babe...this is not your fault!"

Steve tried to block out the words, to ignore the fact that if they hadn't been after him or Bucky, Tony might never have been kidnapped. He tried to believe Tony when he said it wasn't his fault, that he wasn't to blame for everything Tony had gone through but couldn't. He'd spent two years going over the what if's and if only's, here in front of him, stood the man who would blame him for something that not even Tony himself blamed him for. "You are wrong." Steve snarled. He slid his shield from his back and waited. He watched as Rothschild lunged and he side stepped the move. "You're the ones who took what didn't belong to you! You took Tony from me, from his friends, family, his life! You took everything from him and in turn you took everything from me! This is not my fault! This is your fault and I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR TAKING WHAT'S MINE!" Steve's voice rang out, the rage, pain, and loneliness he'd held in check for two years finally over flowed their levees. He stood his ground as Rothschild raced at him, anger and hatred twisting his face as he and Steve clashed. Steve used the shield to deflect most of the blows but he also made sure that he showed his strength. The strength that Howard and Dr. Erskine had given him. The strength that had held him together when Tony had first gone missing. He took all his rage and frustrations out on the green eyed man in front of him. Steve used his fists to release all his pent up anger and hurt from the past two years. He wanted to shove the mans words back down his throat, make him choke on them until he stopped talking. When Rothschild stepped back out of arms reach, Steve took the time to glance behind him, trying to track Tony's movements. He noticed he was trying to help Aveline and Bucky subdue a few of the members of Division X that decided they wanted to help Amelia out. "You will never touch him again. You'll never get the chance to hurt him again!" Steve looked back at Rothschild and noticed he was watching Tony as well.

"You will never fully have him again, I have made sure of that Captain! He will forever think of me when you touch him. You will forever wonder if he is thinking of what happened at my hands, if he is comparing us against each other! You will never know a moments peace as long as I live!"

"Then you won't be living much longer asshole!" Tony was standing next to Steve, a shotgun held in his hands. "You will wonder if I'm thinking about Steve just as you did when you raped me! You will wonder if I'm still calling out his name, begging him, pleading with him, and I can tell you so you're not wondering! It will always be his name...Steve...not yours, that I will say, Rothschild! You have no power here, not over Steve and not over me!" Tony glanced over at his husband, the tall blond haired, blue eyed super soldier who he had married three years ago. He nodded his head at Steve, lowered the gun and turned. He would let Steve handle this and try his best not to jump in unless needed.

Steve could see the rage that clouded the green eyes, he lusts after Tony like he belongs to him, Steve thought to himself. He watched as the mans face had turned almost purple with his rage. When Tony finished, looked at him and nodded, Steve knew he had the go ahead to finish it once and for all. Before he could take a step however, a shot rang out, then another. Looking around as he lunged for Tony and cover, Steve looked up in time to see Aveline holding a pistol as she stood over the lifeless body of Amelia. He couldn't help jerking in surprise when he heard Rothschild's scream of rage.

"NO, YOU BITCH! I WILL MAKE NOT ONLY YOUR COUSIN PAY BUT YOU AS WELL!" He turned in Aveline's direction then, intent on getting to her. Until another set of shots rang out and Rothschild fell to the ground.

"Is he dead?" Tony looked up at Steve then back over his shoulder. He hoped he was, he was ready to leave the past two years behind him and move forward with Steve. To forget the monster who had tormented his dreams, turning good memories into nightmares.

"I don't know, looks like he's wounded." Steve stood up and slowly moved towards the body lying in the middle of the pier. He held his shield at the ready and looked back to see just how close Tony was to him. Reaching back, he pulled him as close as possible, making sure Tony stayed behind him. When they reached Rothschild, Bucky and Aveline were standing over him and he was gasping out bloody threats.

"Bitch! I will make sure that you and your cousin pay...he will never see his son! He will never know what his own flesh and blood looks like!"

Aveline looked at him with bright grey eyes, "He will know because I will make sure of it..you have not won Rothschild. The only reason you are still alive is because Amelia had a death wish and it was granted. She killed someone very important to me and a number of other people. You are the second in command of Division X and there are at least four of us here skilled at information extraction." Her smile turned cruel as she saw the dawn of understanding appear on the bloody mans face. "You are wounded but not fatally. The torture you inflicted on my cousin will be nothing compared to what you shall now go through yourself." Aveline kneeled and leaned closer to the bleeding and spluttering man, "He will not give you quarter when asking his questions. You will give him the answers he desires or you will suffer for your lack of cooperation." She stood up and stepped back, watching as Bucky hit him in the head with the butt of a rifle, knocking the man out. Marcel moved to help him drag the unconscious body to the jet where everyone else was waiting.

Tony was shaking...a son?! How did he have a son, when could this have happened? He looked over at Steve, the pale face and to bright eyes. Moving closer, he watched as Steve listened to Aveline, saw his muscles tense as the other man looked over at them both. "Steve?" He couldn't breath, his breath seemed to be stuck in his chest. Gasping harshly, Tony moved back from the group, crouching down. He knew what was happening, what he needed to do but couldn't focus. All he could hear were the words, he will never see his son, repeating over and over in his head. "Steve...help me...I can't..." He felt Steve's arms around him and his voice calling to him. Telling him to breath, to take it slow, and relax.

"Tony?" Steve looked at him, Tony was having trouble breathing. "Geezus, Tony," Steve rushed over to him and wrapped his arms around him. "Breath Tony, come on, slow breaths. Come on Tony, you can do this. Take deep slow breaths for me." Steve kept his gaze focused on Tony while the others dealt with Rothschild and his operatives. He could still hear the words in his head. Had seen the pleasure on Rothschild's face when he'd told Aveline, loud enough for Tony to hear, that Tony would never see his son. His son! Steve's mind was in a whirl, he didn't understand how it was possible and if it were true where was the child now? Was he safe or with someone who would harm him just to keep him from Tony? Looking down at the kneeling brunette, Steve reached over, picked Tony up and carried him to the jet. No matter what happened, whether Tony was indeed a father or not Steve was never letting him go. Not after everything they've gone through to get here, to find each other again. Pressing a kiss to the top of Tony's head, Steve whispered, "I love you, Tony. No matter what happens, I will never leave you."

Tony clung to Steve, his worst nightmare come to life. He was a father of a child he hadn't even known about. He tried to figure out how it happened, when it happened and was coming up blank. He had never wanted children, that was all Steve. Having had the worlds worst examples of how parents should act, Tony never wanted to bring a child into the world for fear he'd end up treating them just as his parents had him. Being ignored by his father and an after thought for his mother had hurt Tony more than anything in his life. He felt the way Steve's arms tightened around him, heard the whispered words pressed against his hair. "I love you too, Steve." He whispered against the tan neck. He wanted to ask him to stay forever, to stay no matter what but knew if what Rothschild said was true...

"I am not leaving you Tony, no matter what. Child or no child, we are in this together." Steve held on to the silent brunette. He could hear the thoughts whirling around in Tony's head, could see the raw emotion in his eyes. He was scared of becoming just like Howard, of treating his son just as he was treated as a child. "If what he says is true, we will raise him together, as our own. Do you hear me Tony? No matter what we will do this together." Steve kept repeating the words softly, pressing gentle kisses against the dark curls. When he felt Tony relax, he looked down and noticed he'd fallen asleep. Steve held Tony as tight as possible without hurting him. He didn't remember the walk to the jet or when they boarded, nor did he remember the flight from the beach to the hotel in France. All he could focus on was the fact that after two years, he now held Tony in his arms again. The only thing that mattered at this moment and time was the fact that the man he loved with all his heart was now back in his life and he had no intention of ever letting him go.