"Well, I must say, for a fourteen year old, you're amazing." Steve complimented Dean as he threw the teen a bottle of water.

"Thanks." Dean panted out. "A little out of practice though." He admitted and gulped down the water.

Steve regarded the boy, analyzing him. Steve had noticed that Dean was always shaking his leg or fiddling with something in his fingers, unless he waa, as Tony put it: 'being a dick'. The soldier watched as Dean sat on a bench and drank the water, both hands and legs completely still.

"How ya feelin?" He asked Dean as he sat next to him.

"Sore." The teen smiled and leaned his elbows on his knees. Steve inspected Dean's hands again to find them calmly holding the bottle. Normally he would've been picking at the label as soon as Steve tossed it to him.

"And? How else?" He pushed.

"Good." Dean hung his head for a moment, then looked up at Steve. "Like myself."

Steve couldn't contain himself any longer and wrapped an arm around Dean and pulled him to his side.

"Good! I'm glad to hear it! How would you like to spar with me a few times a week?" Steve offered as he hugged the boy.

Dean gave a timid smile in return. "Yeah. I'd like that."

"I figured it out!" Steve exclaimed as he kissed his husbands cheek. Tony, on the other hand, had no idea Steve was there and paperwork and tools alike went flying as he jumped out of his chair in surprise.

"I'm sorry love." Steve chuckled and held out his arms for Tony.

"You better be sorry you-" The engineer muttered as he folded himself in the larger man's hug. "Now what's this about you figured something out?"

Steve pulled the other man to sit on the couch that was often Tony's bed when he crashed in the middle of the day just a few feet away from the desk.

"Dean. I've figured out what's going on with Dean. Well, maybe not all of it, a small part anyways-"

"Steve. Hunny. I love you." Tony interrupted. "But I haven't slept in two days."

"Despite my best efforts." Steve rolled his eyes. "But okay. Have you noticed how Deans always moving? Shaking his leg or playing with something in his hands?"

"Yeah. Classic ADHD signs. If he would stick with a therapist for long enough I'm sure he would've been diagnosed by now." The other man answered.

"That's what I thought too. Until he stopped when he was giving us lip." Steve revealed.

"And? I may be a genius, but two days Steve. Two days." Tony gestured for him to spell it out.

"I just came from sparing with him and afterwards? Nothing. Sat perfectly still!" The man was grinning ear to ear, excitement exuding from him like sun rays.

"So he just needed to let out some steam?" Tony questioned.

"I guess so! I mean we really won't know how this will effect him until we see a change or something, but I really hope this works." Steve grabbed Tony's hand. "I really want this to work."

Tony smiled, and gripped his husbands hand hard. "I know you do. And I hope so too."

"I'm sparing with him a few times a week from now on, and Tony! He looked so happy afterwards! He actually told me he felt like himself!"

Tony blinked for a moment. "Wow. Okay for him that is big."

"I know!" Steve resembled a child on Christmas morning with his enthusiasm.

"You love him don't you?" Tony asked.

"Well of course! He's our foster kid!" Steve blushed as he defended himself.

"You don't just want him as a foster kid anymore do you? You want him as our adopted son. Don't you?" Tony let the accusation hang in the air. "Sam too I'm guessing."

Steve sighed. "I know they're dad is still missing, and we have more than enough kids but-"

"It just feels right." Tony finished.

"Yeah. Tony, they are our sons. I know they want to go back with their dad but with what they've told us about him-" Steve paused and shook his head. "I don't want them leaving. We can keep them safe. We can give them a future! We will love them far more than that absent drunk ever could!"

"Hey!" Tony snapped. "We haven't met him, we don't know where he is. You know you can't say things like that. It's not fair to the man." He chided.

"I know." Steve got quiet. "They're just such good kids."

Tony wrapped his husband in a hug and kissed his shoulder. "I know. I feel the same way. I would die for those boys in a heartbeat, same as Thor, Bruce, Loki, Nat and Clint. In everything but paper they are already our sons." Tony whispered