"He's my son." Tony stopped pacing for a moment.

"Peter is-"

"Steven Grant Rogers you're a fucking liar."

"I-" Steve was cut off by Tony getting in his face.

"I don't want to hear it!" Tony screamed.

"I'm s-" The slap across the face wasn't overly surprising, but it still brought tears to his eyes. "Please Tony let me-" Tony grabbed Steve's hair and pushed his head down as he brought his knee up at the same time. Blood gushed out of Steve's nose. When Tony looked at Steve's face, his nose had bent to the right, and was beat red.

Steve winced as the blood moved swiftly down his face, trailing down his neck and soaked into his shirt.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony threw Steve onto the ground. "I deserved to know!" Steve curled onto his side at the first kick. The second kick was to his back, paralyzing him in fear and pain. "He's my son Steve. My son!" Pain radiated from his hand. Then his thigh.

Steve curled up as small as he could. He covered his head with his arms, refusing to watch Tony's foot stomp on him. His body shook, and his breaths came in short and labored.

The kicking stopped.

"When we started working together in the lab. I knew! I felt it! There was something about how he just understood what I was talking about!" Steve uncurled and looked at Tony, who had fallen onto the floor. "I deserved to know." His voice shook. "You should've told me."

Steve forced himself up. He tried to crawl, but mostly dragged himself using his arms. He worked his way to Tony, smearing the puddles of blood. "I-" His voice cracked. "I'm sorry Tony." Steve tried to lift himself into Tony's lap. A hard kick to his groin stopped him.

"Get away from me." Tony stood up quickly, circling around Steve, who was curled in pain. Tony grabbed Steve's leg and pulled. When they stopped, Steve had no time to react before Tony's foot had made contact with his knee at the exact right angle, pushing his knee cap out of place.

"Stop- Please!" Steve screamed.

"You should've told me." Tony's voice was shaking.

"I wasn't supposed to!" Steve tried to lift himself up. The pain in his knee was excruciating, and Steve tried to straighten his leg, but he couldn't make himself do it.

"Why?" Tony bent over Steve.

"Tony-" Steve stopped himself. "We had to protect him."

"I could've protected him."

"Tony-"

"I own my own company. I could've given him everything. I would've been a much better father than you. You can't even protect yourself!"

"Peter needed a good father, someone to keep him safe. Look at my face Tony! You aren't safe."

Tony yanked Steve's leg straight, letting Steve's knee pop into place. Steve yelped. He was being pulled by his leg, and although the pain was less, Steve could feel that something in his knee was still wrong.

"I deserved to know." Tony repeated. They stopped again, and the ding of the elevator rang through the quiet. When the doors opened, Tony pulled Steve into the elevator.

"Get up."

Steve pushed his forearms under him. Tony grabbed his hair and pulled, but Steve couldn't push himself up any farther. Tony slammed the side of Steve's head into the elevator.

"Please-" Steve couldn't finish the phrase. Tony had slammed his head into the elevator again, resulting in a loud crack. A light stream of blood and saliva dribbled out of his mouth.

"Get out of my tower. I'm going to get Peter from DC and he's going to live here. With me." Tony pressed one of the elevator buttons, and walked out. "If your lucky, I let you visit every once in a while."