Would you believe Steve Rogers is actually my favorite Avenger? I've got a giant soft spot for Captain America.

- Love-Me-Some-Pie

*Age 7*

Tony helps Margo into his car, fastening her seatbelt and throwing her overnight bag beside her. He grabs his phone, quickly pressing buttons.

"Steve!" Tony shouts into the phone, slamming on the brakes because he almost ran a stop sign.

"What is it Tony?" Steve asks, confused as to why the billionaire is calling him.

"I need you to watch Margo." Tony explains, switching to the left lane, stomping on the brakes again to stop at a red light.

"Why?" Steve asks. "Tony...I don't think that's a good idea."

Tony glances at Margo from the rearview mirror and smiles, the seven year old is watching the sites goes by. "Steve, it's just for a little while. I'll pick her up tomorrow afternoon."

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. Steve, an important mission came up and I've got to go, I don't really want to piss off Nick Fury. I have to leave ASAP. And I know this is last minute but please Steve?" Tony asks as nicely as possible, even holding off on the nicknames for now.

"Why me Tony?" Steve sighs and asks, he really doesn't understand why Tony is asking him, he has lots of other people he could ask. Steve's sure Natasha would love to baby-sit cute little Margo for a while.

"Because..." Tony grumbles slightly. "Because I trust you Steve. Margo loves you, and everyone else is busy. So could you please watch her?"

Steve sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, he does love Margo. He rubs his nose for another minute longer before sighing again. "Fine Tony, I'll watch Margo until tomorrow."

"Thanks Steve." Tony stops the car in front of a small house on the out skirts of the city. "We're outside now."

Steve ends the call and walks out his door, meeting face to face with Tony Stark. "You were already on your way before you called, weren't you?"

Tony grins lopsidedly and nods. "Yeah, kinda." Tony turns toward his daughter. "You ready to spend the night with Uncle Steve?"

Margo nods. "Yes Daddy."

"Okay, you be good for Uncle Steve. I'll see you tomorrow Princess." Tony kisses Margo's cheek and walks back to his car.

"Bye Daddy!" Margo yells, waving goodbye to the genius. Margo turns toward Steve when her Father is out of sight. She blinks up at him her over night bag clutched in one hand and her teddy bear (a birthday gift from Steve) in the other hand.

Steve smiles softly at the child before opening his front door. "C'mon little lady, we need to get you settled in." Steve walks into the house and Margo follows behind him, dragging her bag on the ground. "You want to put your bag and teddy bear in the guest room? It's down that hall there and to the left." Steve points to the hall next to the kitchen.

Margo nods and trots down the hallway, turning to the left and into the guest room. She glances around the room and places her bag and Tony (her teddy bear) on the bed. "Uncle Steve!" She calls.

Steve rushes down the hall and to the room. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Margo shrugs and smiles at the super solider. "I was wondering if you'd play a game with me?"

Steve smiles lightly at Margo and nods. "Sure thing Margo, I'll play a game with you."

Somehow, he's not to sure how, Steve ends up playing hide-and-go-seek with the seven year old. He's counting to fifteen while the young girl hides somewhere in his house. "Fourteen...fifteen. Ready or not here I come!" Steve uncovers his eyes and looks around the living room, looking for any sort of sign that Margo is there. He glances behind the couch, finding no Margo. Minutes later he gives up in the living room and heads down the hall. Steve walks past the guest bedroom, quiet giggling coming from the room.

He smiles slightly and walks into the room. "Wonder where Margo is?" He hears more quiet giggling coming from a pile of blankets on the bed. He approaches the blankets quietly, lifting the blankets (and Margo) off the bed. "Gotcha!" He laughs out as Margo squirms around.

"Uncle Steve, put me down!" Margo says, laughing happily.

Steve places the girl on the ground and the blankets back on the bed. "Ready to eat little lady?" Margo nods and follows Steve out of the room.

Steve glances at the clock, thirty minutes until he needs to put Margo to bed (Tony explained to him that Margo has problems going to sleep too late at night). "You've got thirty minutes before bed." Steve tells Margo, watching as the girl happily dances to some 20s jazz music.

"Okay Uncle Steve." Margo says, continuing her dancing. She smiles at Steve and holds out her hand to him. "Will you dance with me?"

Steve thinks for a moment before taking the small girls hand and letting her stand on his feet. "Ready?" Margo nods and Steve starts moving his feet, carrying the seven year old with him. Steve isn't the best dancer, he can't really dance at all, but with that sweet smile on Margo's face he doesn't really care if he can dance or not.

"Goodnight Uncle Steve." Margo yawns out and snuggles into her teddy bear.

Steve flicks the night light in the room on. "Goodnight little lady. If you need anything I'll be down the hall." Steve quietly leaves the room, walking back down the hall and into the living room. He flips through some stations on the TV before settling for The Birds. Steve gets halfway through the movie before falling asleep, curling up on the couch with a blanket.

"Uncle Steve." Steve stirs slightly in his sleep, he honestly doesn't want to move. "Uncle Steve." This time there's a very small shove on his shoulder, but he ignores it. "Uncle Steve." This time he tiredly opens his eyes to see Margo standing in front of him, Tony the teddy bear wrapped in her arms.

"Hey little lady, what're you doing up?" Steve says groggily.

"I had a bad dream." Margo replies.

"About what?" Steve finally sits up and turns slightly, looking at Margo.

"Daddy."

Steve didn't want her to go any further, he didn't need her to go any further. Steve doesn't know why, because he's normally not this forward with people, but he scoops Margo up in his arms, snuggling back into his very comfy spot in the couch. He just knows that holding the girl is the right thing to do, he knows it'll make her feel better about Tony being away. "Little lady, it's alright. It was just a dream. Your Dad is off saving the world right now, and tomorrow afternoon he'll be at my front door to pick you up and take you home."

"But what if he's not there tomorrow afternoon?" Margo questions, leaning back against Steve and bringing her teddy closer.

"No buts, little lady, Tony is going to show up tomorrow afternoon." Steve says, finally getting Margo to forget about the horrible dream. "Go to sleep little lady."

~Next Afternoon~

Margo concentrates on the board in front of her, flipping the black plastic piece in her fingers. She moves the piece and smiles in victory. "I win!" She yells, bouncing around happily.

Steve laughs and rolls his eyes, Margo has no idea how to play checkers, but he'll forgive her for that so long as she's happy. "Get the board set up again little lady, I think someone's at the door so I'll be right back." Steve gets up from his spot on the floor and heads toward his door, he checks his watch, it should be Tony. He opens the door and nods. "Great to see you're alive Stark." Steve wishes that much was true, Tony looks like hell.

Tony glares lightly at Steve, as best he can with a black eye and a bruised nose. "Nice to see you too Capscicle. Where's Margo? I'm ready to leave, go home and relax."

"I'll go get her." Steve turns on his heel and walks back into the living room. "Little lady, your Dad's outside waiting on you. How about you go grab your stuff so you guys can leave?"

The look on Margo's face is priceless as she jumps up, stumbles over the checkers board and rushes to the guest room to grab her stuff. She's back in the living room in record time, bag and teddy bear in her hands. "Bye Uncle Steve!" She says, hugging Steve's legs before rushing towards Tony.

"Bye little lady." Steve says, following Margo to the door.

Margo waves again before walking away with Tony. She's skipping happily next to the Iron Man.

"Thanks Capscicle!" Tony calls as he climbs in the car with Margo. "Did you enjoy your sleep over with Uncle Steve Margo?"

Margo nods happily and fiddles with the radio until it's playing some kind of 20s jazz music. "I had a great time! Uncle Steve is so fun!"

Tony looks at his daughter and then back to the radio. He glares at the house he can still see in the rearview mirror. There's no way Tony is letting Margo sleep over at Uncle Steve's EVER again if he's going to poison her mind with this kind of music.