Finally! After ages, the nex chapter.

So this is after Tony's parents death, I'll write a chapter about that too, but for now just know that they had their car accident already.

I'm not really happy with this chapter, but can't make it better either :D so I really hope you like it more, and that this is kinda what you were hoping for with the prompt where the wind blows :)

"You know, I could always skip classes today and we could hang out." Tony looked hopefully to his Godfather and Bucky, not giving up on his puppy eyes, even though they lost their power years ago against Steve.

"Or, you could just go already and make it on time for a change." Steve replied without missing a beat and kept on leafing trough the newspaper.

"Aw, common." whining, maybe whining would help. "We haven't seen us since last month. I can totally keep up with classes, I'm a genius, really."

Bucky and Steve had arrived yesterday afternoon at Tony's flat near the MIT. They were both on leave and the Captain wanted to visit his godson, Bucky had decided to tag along. Steve should have known he should have come today after Tony's classes, tomorrow is weekend, he could have avoided this discussion so easily. But he had missed the kid. He sighed.

"Tony get going, we will still be here when you get back."

"But Uncle Steve."

"Nope."

"Bucky?"

Said man raised his eyebrows, looking up from his bowl of cereal. "Seriously? You want me to go against your mean machine Uncle? Forget it."

"Hey, you are eating my breakfast there, you could support me at least. Who even invited you?" Tony looked at his practically second Uncle displeased.

"I did." Bucky just grinned in response and turned back to his meal, "I am awesome like that."

Steve snorted, directing Tony immediately back to him, "Uncle Steve we cou-"

"Tony."

The teenager huffed. Damn, it was Steve's end-of-discussion tone. He narrowed his eyes and debated for a second if he should keep going, but then huffed and trudged with sagging shoulders to gather his things. The two adults exchanged amused looks over the sulking teen.

"Fine. I'll go then." Tony grumbled, "Waste our precious time together, to let some people tell me what I already know."

"Have fun, buddy." Steve said cheerily. He rose from his seat to snatch a paper bag from the counter and went to hand it to his godson, who took it with a confused expression. Looking inside, the boy couldn't help the huffed laugh. "Seriously? You made me a lunch bag? You do know I'm not in pre-school anymore, do you?"

Steve grinned and ruffled Tony's hair, much to his protest. "You are not eating enough, you have gotten thinner."

"Still, I could get something at the university." the younger kept his point.

"You could, yeah." Steve conceded, "But do you?"

Tony sniffed his nose slightly, thinking about the answer. Then just stuffed the lunch into his own bag. "See you later guys. Bucky don't wreck my flat."

"Like there is much more I could wreck here, brat. Get going."

With a wave and a slight shove from his Uncle he finally ran out the door.

"So, what now?" Bucky mumbled around a mouthful of cereal, "Wanna go snoop trough his things?" he suggested, wagging his eyebrows.

Steve gave him a reprimanding look. "Now, we go shopping. Almost his whole kitchen is empty."

This was boooooring. He wanted to go home to spend time with his Uncle and Bucky, now that they were finally here.

Absentmindedly Tony sat on a bench outside, skimming his physics book and munched on the apple Steve had put in the bag. How did he even find an apple in his flat? Tony couldn't remember when he had last gone shopping, yet it looked, and tasted, rather fresh. Hmm, must have been Rhodey. Whenever he came over he usually brought food, forcing him to eat more.

Tony strongly suspected his Godfather had asked him to do that. They were teaming up on him. And he knows Rhodey would do everything Steve, or Bucky for that matter, asked him for. His friend wants to join the air force, and has a strong case of hero worship going on ever since he met them.

Where was he anyway? His friends day only started after break and they were supposed to meet here, like twenty minutes ago. And, ok, Tony had been fifteen minutes late, but Rhodey never was. Punctuality was one of his best friends and he usually waited for Tony and then give him a lecture for, what feels like hours.

And yet, no Rhodey in sight. Great. What a wonderful day.

With a sigh he plopped down on his back, stretching out on the bench. Might as well take a nap while he was waiting.

"Tony. Tony! TONY!"

With a jerk the last remaining Stark sat up, shaking off the insisting hand shaking his shoulder. "What?" he blinked awake to see the worried face of his best friend. "Rhodey man, where have you been? You are the responsible one between the two of us, if you start slacking, then I'll have to do my best to stay worse and we- mpf"

Rhodey slapped his hand over Tony's mouth to stop him from talking, panting from the mad dash he had made to reach his idiot friend. He'd have to break his news to the younger gently, "Tony damn, shut up for a second you mush-brain." ok, they were never known for their emotional side. "Listen." he waited a moment so Tony could pick up on his serious mood and nodded before he removed his hand. Then he didn't hesitate to explain.

"There was a commotion in the general store near your flat, I-I don't know what exactly went down. The police was covering the front and wouldn't let anyone through or anything. I stayed to watch for a bit. There was someone in there with a gun and there was chaos and- and I really don't know what happened but after the police took control and everything calmed down...Tony, I...The paramedics, they brought out Steve on a stretcher. I-"

"What?!" Tony whispered shocked, eyes wide. Then tightly gripped Rhodey shoulders, ready to shake answers out of him. No. No. No. Not Steve. Not his Uncle Steve, too.

He could feel a cold stone settling in his stomach and a fist gripping his heart. "Rhodey, what- was he...was he..." No. no. The teen could barely push his panic down.

"He was just unconscious, I believe, I couldn't see. I tried to call for Bucky but he didn't hear me and the police wouldn't let me trough, I'm sorry."

"Ok, yeah. Ok. No problem. I-I-I- Rhodey..." He needed to go. He needed to go to Steve. He turned around. And stopped. Where? Where was his Uncle Steve. The Store. He should- no that was stupid, he wouldn't be there anymore. But-

Two gentle, yet firm hands took a hold of his shoulders and he directed pleading eyes friend, "Rhodey-"

Rhodey watched his usually cool headed friend pace around in different directions mumbling to himself, and he knew he had to take charge. Quickly he gathered up Tony's things and shouldered his bag before he stopped the younger boy. "Tony." he looked imploringly in suspiciously wet brown eyes. "Calm down and common." he grabbed Tony's arm, pulling him off of the campus. "We are going to the hospital."

"Hospital. Yeah." Tony gave himself a mental slap to the face. "Of course." He took some deep breaths, letting his friend manhandle him to the street, and pushed the mental pictures out of his mind. No time to panic. Steve would be fine. Bucky was with hi- "Bucky?" Tony stopped his pliancy and looked at Rhodey questioningly.

"Bucky was fine as far as I could see." His friend was quick to reassure him and after a moment, pushed him into a taxi Tony didn't even notice had stopped for them. He sat in the backseat and waited, Rhodey was one of the few people Tony trusted to follow blindly.

Rhodey told the driver to bring him to the hospital and then leaned back in his seat. At the moment there wasn't much he could do but watch over his friend and see to it that he got him to his family.

It had only been three month since Tony lost his parents and his butler, who had been practically family as well he had been told by Steve.

The loss had been hard on the young Stark, even if he had tried to hide it, and the relationship between the parents and child had been rocky as far as Rhodey knew. He didn't want to think how it would hit him if he lost Steve now as well.

From the first day they met, it was had been obvious that Steve played a major part in Tony's life. Uncle Steve here, Uncle Steve there.

Tony didn't have a lot of people, that Rhodey had noticed. With his parents and Jarvis dead, Steve, the godfather, had become Tony's guardian, so of course he was a big part of Tony's life, then there was Bucky, whom Tony constantly complained about, but it was obvious to everyone that they loved each other. And there was another man Tony sometimes mentioned, he had been Tony's fathers colleague and was running the Stark Company at the moment, but he had forgotten the name, Opida, Obing...something with O.

He didn't know if Tony had a lot of friends back in New York, if he does he doesn't talk much about them. Here he sure doesn't have a lot. Actually just him it seems. Which has probably to do with the fact that Tony had been so young when he started at the MIT and he was small for his age too. Half of the pupils had ignored him, thinking only his name and his money had brought him so far so soon, and the other half had approached him because of said money and name.

But Tony wasn't stupid not now and not then. He had been friendly but weary of the others, and soon decided that it was better to stay alone, Rhodey guessed.

He didn't even remember why he had approached the lone teen, maybe pity? No, Tony hadn't seemed very lonely even if he was sitting by himself, he had always looked content. Anyway, they started to hang out and Rhodey had found out that Tony was open and sassy and annoying and hyperactive and smart as hell and he had grown on him like a fungus ever since then.

It was always easy in Tony's presence, he was honest and confident and could be responsible when he wanted to be, and even though he was younger than Rhodey, he could rely on Tony always, without a doubt, since the beginning of their friendship.

Now though, he was nervous and worried, almost seemed helpless like a child. So Rhodey would show him he could rely on him, too.

At the moment there was not much he could do though. He could say the usual, like 'everything will be alright, Tony' but what if... . No they were just empty words.

He glanced back at Tony, who was just starring out of the window deep in his thoughts. Finally he just settled for putting a comforting hand on Tony's knee, earning himself a small smile.

When they arrived at the hospital, Rhodey saw Tony fumble in his pocket for money, but he already got it covered, so they both quickly made their way into the building.

Quick and with sure steps Tony made his way to the information desk, "Hi, looking for Steve. He here? Where? Rhodey said he was brought here." and ok, he may have talked a bit too fast, but where was Steve?!

The woman behind the desk looked at him as if she hadn't understood a word. And the way Rhodey pushed him slightly out of the way, she probably didn't.

"Hello, we are looking for Steve Rogers, he must have been brought here maybe... half an hour ago? He was involved in an situation at the general store, he-"

"Ah yes," she tipped away on her computer, "just go to the end of this corridor, then to the left and again up to the end."

"Thank you. Come on, Tony."

Rhodey grabbed his arm again, but this time unnecessarily. He hurried down the described way all on his own, eager to find out what has happened to his Godfather.

Tony had been worried the whole time of course, but now, a few steps away, his heart rate seems to pick up even more. Please let him be alright. He couldn't take it if he wasn't.

Bursting trough the door labeled Accident&emergency, Tony eyes looked around frantically on their own account, going over unknown faces with different injuries, trying to pick out someone familiar. Preferable Steve, but Bucky would do. Distantly he noticed Rhodey's hand again on his arm, steering him in some kind of direction. Yeah, Rhodey could handle everything, he trusted Rhodey, but where was Steve? His Uncle Steve?

Only Strangers around, no familiar face. He needed Steve. And probably some fresh air. Coffee. But Steve first. He needed... If he died he...it would be worse than his parents death. It was his Uncle Steve. He couldn't just die. Especially not in a store. He was Captain America!

But Rhodey had said...God.

Slowly sounds and visions started to blur together, he didn't know what was going on, but he felt kind of tingly.

"-ony?"

His head was kinda light, and he felt hot. Or was ist cold?

"- ome on, Tony..."

Was it him or was the antiseptic smell stronger here?

"-y!"

Distantly he heard a voice. Very quiet like it was miles away. But he knew that voice.

"-ddy..."

He felt drawn to that voice, and followed the urge.

"Breath, buddy."

The deep, reassuring voice became louder, clearer. He blinked and, yes, he eyes could focus as well. A yellow smudge in front of him. He blinked again. No not yellow, blond.

"That's it, just breath."

Breath, yeah, he could do that. Was easy.

Loud noises charged his ears and bright light blended him as everything snapped back into place.

"Huh?" he was sitting, on a very uncomfortably chair at that. A warm hand had a steady hold at the back of his neck and four worried faces were watching him. Rhodey, Bucky, a stranger, who looked suspiciously like a doctor ready to push Steve aside... Steve! Right in front of him with a worried frown marring his forehead.

"Uncle Steve!" he may have shouted, he may have whispered it, fact is he could throw his arms around his very alive-and-standing-on-his-own-feet, well knees, godfather.

Not caring at the moment how childish he may looked, Tony grabbed on to the back of Steve's shirt, buried his face in his neck and maybe there was a little sob involved, definitively misty eyes though.

A big, strong, comforting arm came across his back and he felt himself relax a bit, a homey feeling sweeping through him.

"You ok, buddy?" Tony could hear the question and feel it rumbling through the bigger man's chest. He wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the question, to giggle hysterical, but he wasn't ready to move yet.

"'m I ok?" he mumbled, still pressed against Steve's neck, "Are you ok? That is the question. I came here on my own, but you...you...damn." he sniffed a bit.

"Language, Tony." Steve reprimanded softly, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through Tony's hair. "And I'm fine. Everything is ok."

"Not you too Uncle Steve, please, please, I can't take it, I'm not strong enough, I can't. Don't leave me too." the teen kept on babbling, he couldn't help himself.

"Hey, hey, hey. Tony, shh. I'm right here. It's alright."

Steve's heart broke a little seeing his boy so distressed, and if he started rocking a little, no one mentioned it. He could feel Bucky, Rhodey and the doctor who had treated him earlier, still at his back.

But that wasn't important right now. Important was that he came out of the examination room to see Rhodey manhandling his pale and shaking godson on a chair, trying to get his attention.

Important was to calm him down and reassure him.

"Sh, that's it, calm down buddy. All is good."

Gradually, Steve could feel the kids trembling slowing, and finally stopping.

"Good?"

When nothing came, Steve was about to pull away and let the doctor take over, but finally Tony nodded.

"Yeah."

Still, Tony didn't move, didn't want to move. He wanted to stay like this for a little bit longer. Feeling Steve's pulse throbbing against his forehead, breathing in his scent, being incased by his strong and healthy arms...arm?

Pushing himself away, despite his wishes, his eyes narrowed on his godfathers left arm, fit in a cast and held with a sling against the muscly chest.

"I thought you were fine?" he tried to sound stern, hoping the others would ignore his...little outbreak, quickly wiping his arm over his eyes. "Fuck, did I lean on it? I'm sorry!" his eyes widened with the realization that he'd probably hurt Steve more.

"No, it's fine. Hey!" the Captain grabbed his chin, "It's fine." he looked the younger in the eyes, conveying calmness and reassurance, smiling slightly when Tony took a breath and let it out noisily, nodding at him. "Okay?"

"Yeah." Tony returned a weak smile of his own, "yeah, ok."

For the first time Tony really took in the other three, feeling slightly embarrassed, he waved slightly. Bucky rolled his eyes, but then grinned at him and shook his head, muttering something about ruining his time off with all this drama. Still, Tony could see some relief on his face.

Rhodey though, still narrowed his eyes at him, "Are you sure you are alright? You scared me half to death when you fainted."

"I did no such thing." he wasn't a girl, he did so not faint.

"Close enough, though." his friend huffed. And just like that this was the end of it.

He wanted to address the doctor, but he was already gone, so he turned back to Steve.

"What happened, Uncle Steve?" he asked his godfather, "To your arm and in general?"

Steve stood up from his crouch in front of Tony and took a seat beside him and explained what had occurred when Bucky and he went to get something edible into Tony's flat. No one mentioned Tony still having a hold of Steve's shirt.

Apparently, a man had drawn a gun on a woman, his ex wife, and their child, a little girl. They were freshly divorced and he wanted to have custody of his child, obviously at any cost.

It seems like they had had many arguments about where the kid should stay and finally the father must have lost it.

Bucky and Steve had taken him down easily enough, without any shots being fired.

Tony and Rhodey nodded along, but by the end of the story he frowned, "But how did you get hurt then?"

His curiosity was fueled when Bucky snickered and Steve actually blushed a little. "What?" now very eager to hear it. What could ever be funny about Steve getting hurt? "What happened?"

"I..uhm." the big blond rubbed a hand over his neck, "I..."

"Go on Steve." Bucky encouraged, grinning like a fool, "Tell the youngsters how you get your heroic injury."

"I...uh..." the soldier tried very hard not to look at the expecting faces of the youngsters. "I kinda..."

"Let me help you out, pal." Bucky patted Steve on the back. "He was a real hero and gentleman during everything, let me tell you. Saving the damsels in distress, the full program. And then, when the law came to escort the villain away, our Captain here wanted to take his leave, strutting out like the winner he was, puffing chest, straight shoulders and head held high. But, sadly, it wasn't meant to be." the dark haired man tired to look serious but he couldn't suppress little giggles. Totally manly giggles of course.

"Don't you think you are overdoing it just a little bit?" Steve mumbled from where he was hiding his face in his hand, spreading his finger to compensate for his missing one.

"You hush," Bucky waved him off, "this is my story, and we are coming to the best part. So Steve was on his way out, reassuring the still scared woman and then...and then," he was forced again to stop by his own laughter. Tony and Rhodey couldn't stop their own lips from twitching even though they had no idea why Barnes was laughing, but that, and Steve's beet red face were enough.

"and then our light-footed soldier steped on a can of beans, and tumbled, hands flaying and shrieking-"

"I did not shriek."

"-shrieking like a girl, into a shelf, which unfortunately came down on top of him. God you should have seen the look on his face" Bucky finished undisturbed, doubling over.

Rhodey couldn't keep the grin on his face from appearing at the mental picture, only his deep respect for his best friend's godfather stopped him from more. If it had been Tony, he was sure he would look like Bucky right now.

Tony turned with a serious face to his guardian, ignoring Bucky who was trying to show them the main event by replaying Steve's fall, getting criticizing looks from the staff.

"Are you telling me, I nearly had a heart attack today, suffered all the way to the hospital, because you decided to have a clumsy day? What were you doing? Flirting with the woman?" Tony couldn't keep the straight face up, grinning widely now that he knew everything was alright. Steve was a fast healer, and as long as his godfather wasn't in pain, Tony could deal with it.

"Wha- No! I don't know what happened!" Steve whined, finally looking up again, "One moment all was fine, then the world was turning and the next moment I woke up in the ambulance. If Bucky wasn't so amused by this I would say he'd tripped me, but I know he would look guilty by now if that were the case. It just...it was the can's fault really." Steve smiled lightly. Yes it was unfortunate, but it was a little bit funny as well. His arm would be fine in no time.

"You know Uncle Steve. I think I have to talk to Phillips now. I'm not sure we can send you off to fight the bad guys, when a tiny can can bring you down so easily." Tony remarked giggling into his hand.

Steve rolled his eyes good naturally, "You just wait, I'll show you how easily I can be brought down, bud."

Tony laughed, but wisely enough didn't comment on it.

"Hey guy's," Rhodey gained their attention, "I think we better leave, before they throw us out." he nodded at Bucky, who had a discussion with a rather tall doctor about appropriate behavior in a hospital.

"Yeah, you are probably right." Steve stood up.

Like always, Tony followed his lead, bumping the bigger man's shoulder slightly. "You are really okay though, right." he asked quietly, looking anywhere but Steve. He had enough emotional outbreaks today.

"Yeah, I'm good." the blond ruffled his hair, grinning at the familiar protest. "Come on, let's get our idiot friend."

"Yes, we better." the argument between the doctor and the soldier seemed to be heating up.

"Hey Bucky come on now. Apologize and let's go" Steve called his soldier in line.

With one last glare, Bucky left the doctor behind. "Coming Captain Clumsy."

Steve sighed, but he knew that would be following him for a long time now. They all made their way to the exit, ready to call it a day even though it was rather early.

"I have another topic I would like to address." Bucky said, suddenly rather seriously.

Steve was suspicious, "And what would that be?"

"Let's talk about Tony's swoon!"

"I did NOT swoon!"