Prompt from bulecelup: How about Stephen and Everett had met way before everything happened, Everett got pregnant due to their one nightstand together, and have a child. he kept it, of course, then years later he met with Stephen again who doesn't know he has a kid with Everett. what do you think it will go?

…..

Everett couldn't breathe.

This couldn't be right…. It must be mistaken.

Two red lines

Pregnant.

Leaning against the wall of his small, apartment bathroom, he slid down to the floor.

He was so sure he'd been careful… he was so sure of it. He was on birth control, and he thought he was far too old for something like this to happen.

But there it was…. Pregnant from a one-night stand…. Some rich, arrogant Doctor he'd probably never see again.

Great… just great.

….

"Alright…" Tony turned to Clint and Steve, "… remember to be on your best behaviour children, otherwise the nice agent won't want us to come back."

"Tony…"

"Okay, okay!" Tony smirked, "Deadly serious now…. If Agent Ross won't be our liaison, then the new SHIELD have threatened to send another one of their agents, and me and SHIELD aren't exactly on the best of terms."

"And you're worried that Hydra is still in their ranks."

"That too… I'll take my chances with the CIA thanks." Tony checked his phone, "Anyone heard from Strange recently?"

"He's got a little problem with… something in another dimension." Clint shrugged, "I didn't really want any details."

As they strode into the CIA, they were quickly directed to Agent Ross's office, with many other agents giving them nervous looks.

They had all heard about the 'civil war' between the heroes after all.

Agent Ross's office was at the end of a very long corridor…. And sitting in the middle was a small child, who was playing with some toy cars. He must have only been around 4 or 5… tiny really. He had dark hair, neatly combed back (although some curls were escaping) and grey eyes.

Familiar grey eyes.

"You're heroes…" the child stated, very matter-of-factly, staring at them in curiosity, "… Daddy said my Papa was a hero."

"Really?" Tony glanced at the others and shrugged, "That's… nice."

The kid nodded, before frowning. "Daddy won't tell me his name though."

"Lancelot!"

The child winced in guilt, twisting around and giving Agent Ross his best, innocent look. "Hi Daddy!"

Everett simply raised an eyebrow, "Don't act innocent with me… I heard you."

"But- "

Everett placed a finger to his lips, in a silent order for his son to be quiet, before he started speaking again. "You can't tell everyone our secrets you know… I thought you wanted to be a spy."

"I do! I do!"

"So?"

Lancelot thought to himself for a few moments, before pushing himself to his feet and frowning at the trio of heroes. "You heard nothing!" he exclaimed dramatically, missing how his Dad groaned under his breath and winced.

"Lancelot…. Please go back to the office."

As his son rushed off, Everett turned the group and sighed wearily. "Sorry… his school's closed for the week and the baby-sittters has the flu…. Usually my meetings go a little bit easier than this."

"It's alright Agent Ross." Steve was quick to brush the incident off, "He said his other Dad was a hero though?"

Everett rolled his eyes, "His other Dad was a surgeon of some sort…. Arrogant man, but it's better to paint him as a 'hero' than a bastard."

"A bastard who left you with a kid to raise."

"It's not his fault…." Everett then turned away, muttering under his breath as he directed them to follow him.

It was only thanks to Steve's sharp hearing, that he heard what Everett said.

"… It's not like I ever got a chance to tell Stephen."

Arrogant surgeon? Sounded like Stephen Strange… but that couldn't be… right?

…..

"Are you sure?"

"Your eyes, same hair, looks like he's going to have your facial structure…." Tony seemed to be enjoying this, "… Only thing we need to confirm this, is did you sleep with an Everett Ross about five years ago?"

Stephen did feel like the name rung a bell…. Shorter man with blonde hair.

He was lovely…. Not that the Stephen of that time could really appreciate that.

"Are you implying that this Everett Ross had my kid?"

"So you did sleep with him?"

Stephen remained silent, his thoughts flying through his head…. But there was one question he really needed answering. "What's the child's name?"

"Lancelot, you know from- "

"- King Arthur and his Round Table." Lancelot was his favourite character…. He could vaguely remember having a conversation with Everett about literature at the bar, before they headed back to his place.

"Tell me you're not lying about this… tell me it's not some cruel practical joke." He practically begged Tony.

"Stephen…" This time, Steve was the one on the other end of the line, "… this isn't a joke, I promise."

Stephen closed his eyes and lets the words sink in… "I have a son… Oh god, I have a son." He knelt, overwhelmed…. After everything that happened with Christine, he never imagined having a child of his own. "I need to see him, I need to- "

"- We'll be here for a while." Steve reassured him, "There's a lot of paperwork, so if you- "

"- I'll be there soon."

…

Everett Ross sat in his office, eyes carefully keeping an eye on the heroes signing the paperwork, occasionally glancing at his son, who was quietly playing in the corner…. For once.

Lancelot could be one of the loudest children out there.

Suddenly, a bright orange circle appeared in the room, prompting him to shoot to his feet, hand already moving towards his gun as Lancelot shot behind him for protection.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Tony held up his hands and moved in front of Everett, just as a familiar-looking man came through the circle, "He's a friend! He's a friend!"

Everett lowered the gun slightly, however, when he caught sight of the man, the gun was lowered fully. "Stephen?!" he exclaimed in shock

"Sorry about this…" Stephen gave a nervous smile, looking very much unlike the man Everett had slept with, "… I thought about doing it the old-fashioned way, but this seemed…. Quicker."

"And dangerous…" Everett growled, holstering his gun, "… if your friends hadn't been here, you might have ended up with several bullet holes in your chest."

"Unlikely."

Now that sounded like the man that Everett knew.

"What are you doing here Stephen?"

Stephen glanced at the others, "Do you really want to have this conversation in front of them?"

"Og, we were just going!" Steve grabbed the other two and pulled them towards the door, "I think we'll grab a coffee."

"Awww, but I wanted to- "

The door slamming cut Tony off.

"Alright, speak quickly." Everett ordered, "I have work to do today."

Stephen turned his attention to the child that was hiding behind Everett's legs, "He's mine, isn't he?"

Noticing how Everett tensed up, Stephen quickly continued, "It's just that, he's about the right age, and you can't deny that we look very similar and- "

"- You're not taking him." Everett growled, "If you try, I will ruin both you and the EAVESDROPPING HEROES!"

There was the sound of people rushing away from the door.

"I-I'm not trying to take him away from you!" Stephen pleaded, "I just wanted to see him… and apologise for who I was."

"Pardon?"

"Well… I must have been bad… you didn't call me about the baby or anything, and you knew who I was when you slept with me, so- "He stopped, before clearing his throat, "… Yeah…"

Everett was silent for a short time, before clearing his throat and nodding. "Yes, well I'm sorry too…. I should have told you about him." He then glanced down towards the child and pushed him forwards, "Lancelot, this is Doctor Stephen Strange…. Your Papa. Stephen…. This is Lancelot Ross."

Nervously, Lancelot stepped forwards and stared up at the man. "I thought you were a sur-ge-on?"

Stephen knelt down and smiled softly at his son, "I was… but then I became a sorcerer!"

"Like Merlin?"

"Yeah… like Merlin."

Lancelot beamed at this, before turning to his Dad. "Does this mean I'm going to have a Papa as well now?"

"Yeah… yeah, you will."

"Yes…" Stephen nodded in agreement, "… I would be thrilled to be your Papa."