So a few things here:

1.) I would really like to update weekly but right now I am starting a new job so things are a little busy. Getting a chapter out every two weeks is a little hard, but hopefully things will change so it can come out regularly. Sorry about that!
2.) I wish this chapter was longer, I'm sorry! I just wanted to get an update out to all you lovely people!
3.) I had a general idea about where this fic would go, but I wasn't really sure after about 4/5 chapters worth. Now I have a good idea, but I'm thinking about changing the name of the fic. (Honestly I didn't know what to name it in the first place) Thoughts on this? Please let me know!

To say that Tony had a panic attack was an understatement. He hardly let out a reply as he struggled to suck in air, but he successfully did so, telling Steve he would be there before promptly hanging up. It took him a while, but slowly he began to compose himself. After that, his brain was running into overdrive.

Tony immediately thought about how he would get there, and seeing as he was taking additional people from the location, he obviously needed a jet. But a jet would take too long. Tony didn't know if he could stay sane the entire flight. It was too much time to think, and he needed answers. In the end, the billionaire pinpointed Steve's location (thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y.) and set up a jet to meet him there. It had a pilot and medical staff because by the way Steve was talking, they would need some help. After that, he took his suit.

Even though Tony opted for the faster method of travel, there was still time to think. So many questions were running through his mind. How had someone received the means to make a child that shared his DNA? How old was the kid? Had the kid been experimented on? Was he hurt? Was he functional for his age? And soon Tony was going down another rabbit hole of questions like: Where am I going to keep him? What if he needs major help? Can I even do this? Can I raise a child on my own?

Different questions kept circulating through Tony's mind and before he could answer any of them, he found himself outside of a small building on the edge of Washington State. He stared at the building for a minute before removing himself from the suit, only leaving a gauntlet on his right hand for protection. After All, this was a HYDRA base.

Tony slowly opened the door and peeked his head inside as he looked around the room. It looked like an ordinary station that a park ranger would stay in. It was dark, though, and Tony used the gauntlet as a light as he helt his hand in front of him. As he moved further into the darkness, though, he heard a sound to his left and quickly shifted over, gauntlet ready to fire.

The light shone inches away from a face that belonged to Clint Barton. And from the soft glow of the gauntlet, Tony could see that there was an arrow about four inches in front of his face. The two men stood there only staring at eachother before Clint lowered the bow and arrow.

"Stark," He said with a nod as Tony lowered his hand.

"Barton," Tony replied as he let out a held breath. "You're still hanging around with America's sweetheart?" Tony asked. "Sorry, I meant America's most wanted."

"You kind of have to when you're on that list too," Clint said drily as he leaned against the wall. "You look well," He then mentioned, though he could only see the outline of Tony in the dark.

"You too bird-brain," Tony said. And he meant it. "Laura and the kids doing well?" He asked. He figured that's where Clint would be. The house was never on any files, and there was no way Tony would give up Clint's secret like that. He wasn't that heartless.

"Lila broke her arm last week, so Laura has her hands full with that. But other than that they're good," Clint said simply. There was no malice in his voice like the last time the two had spoken on the Raft. In fact it seemed like the good old days. "Sam told me one of those kids down there is yours…" Clint then said, and Tony sucked in a breath.

"Well, that's what they say," Tony said with a shrug. "Guess I won't find out till I seem him," Tony said as his eyes wandered over to the staircase. "Is Sam down there with Rogers?" he then asked.

"Nah," Clint said, shaking his head. "He left the base as soon as Steve said he was calling you. He wanted me to come with him...but I can't just leave this place unprotected. Especially with the kids here," He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I figured I would hang around till you got here," he explained.

Tony didn't know why, but for some reason his heart swelled with admiration. Even though they disagreed about certain things, Clint was a good guy with a good heart. Lately he had always been thinking about Steve's band of fugitives with a negative outlook, but this put things into perspective.

"I appreciate it Clint. Seriously," Tony said as he did his best to look at Clint in the eyes. "You can leave though," I have a team coming soon. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can watch the place with my suit till they get here,' Tony explained.

"Sounds good," the archer said as he hoised up his bow and arrow. "Good luck with the kid,' He then said as he turned towards the door.

"Yeah...thanks," Tony said as he watched Clint leave. And then he was alone.

Tony's head slowly turned to the staircase and he let out a nervous whine as he scrubbed his face. He really didn't want to do this. He didn't want to see this kid. He wasn't good with kids. He was sure he would screw this up. But at the same time he felt responsible. So taking in a deep breath, Tony descended the staircase.

Finding the living quarters was not difficult. Especially when there was a big blonde super-soldier standing in front of the double doors. Tony had been so focused on the fact that he had a kid, though, that he forgot that he would have to see Steve. Tony bit his lower lip as he approached, trying to hide the mixed feelings that were beginning to bubble up inside of him.

Steve looked tired. His eyes didn't have that spark that they usually did. Bags were under his eyes but the most notable change was that Steve had a beard. It actually looked good on him, Tony had decided.

"You decided to join the facial hair club?" Tony said as he approached, and Steve lifted his head slightly. As soon as he saw Tony, a tired smile spread across his face. It was small, but it was there. And as soon as it appeared on his face, the smile seemed to fade. It seemed Steve as dealing with some mixed emotions as well.

"I thought I would take a crack at it," Steve said as he adjusted his posture. "It's nice to see you Tony," Steve said, and he meant it.

"You too Spangles," Tony said, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "Is the kid in there?" he then asked as he nodded towards the doors. Tony was desperate to change the subject to anything that might keep them from talking about their past.

"Yeah," Steve said as he turned his body to look at the doors behind him. "They're all sleeping now. We had an issue with a crying baby, but one of the girls got her calmed down," Steve explained. "You're kid was up for a while...but I think he tired himself out," Steve said with a small shrug. "All of them have had a long night."

"Hey, we don't know if that kid is mine until I run a test. Just because a piece of paper says he's mine, doesn't make him," Tony said in a warning tone.

"Of course," Steve said with a nod and then it was silent as the two men looked anywhere but each other. "Why don't you come in," Steve said as he waved his hand, motioning for Tony.

Tony followed close behind as they made their way inside the room. They walked into what looked like a large communal living room with many couches and end tables, followed by a kitchen, and soon they were walking down a connecting hall. Steve opened the first door and motioned for Tony to walk in first.

It honestly looked like a standard hotel room. Two double beds with a nightstand and lamp in the middle and a black couch on the side. One teenage girl slept on one of the beds with a baby girl next to her. The other bed was taken up by a toddler boy who was lazily sprawled out over the bed, making it hard for someone else to easily sleep on it. And then on the couch another teenage girl slept, slumped over the left side of the couch while a little boy slept on the other end, his head resting in her lap.

There were only two candidates for which kid could be his, but Tony already knew it was the kid on the couch. He wanted to go over there. He wanted to wake the kid and just look at him. He seemed to be the age where children could talk. Not well, but they could. Was this kid even developed enough that he could speak? Tony wanted to do so much, but the image of the kid sleeping stopped him. He wouldn't disturb him. Not that face. So Tony opted to just staring at him from afar.

After about five minutes Tony cleared his throat and turned around to see Steve who was just standing in the doorway. With a motion of his hands, Tony directed Steve into the hallway with him before closing the door.

"I have a team coming, they should be here in a few hours. You can go, I got this," Tony said quietly.

"Actually," Steve muttered, biting his lip. "I was wondering if i could come with," He said and there was a long, pregnant pause. 'I-I mean if that's okay," he stammered. "I just wanted to make sure everyone got to their families and everything," he explained. Tony was taken back by Steve's request and it took him a moment to respond, but even the inventor as surprised by his own words.

"No, that would be fine," he said with a nod. "The compound is on private property, no one will come snooping around for you there. And my team is trusted plus they're under contract so if they say anything well…" he paused. "Yeah, that will work," Tony said with a nod. "Plus, Vision will be happy to see you. I think he's tired of only seeing me around the place."

"Thank you Tony," Steve said as that small smile came back on his face.

"Yeah..of course," Tony said as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Listen, I need to get files from these computers here...You know, make sure we know what they were doing here, get the information we need on all the kids, that sort of thing." Tony said. Plus, he really just wanted to know more about the kid. "I'm going to get F.R.I.D.A.Y. started on collecting all of that and uh...I'll just meet you back here in a few hours," Tony said as he pointed his thumb behind him, towards the double door.

"Yeah, that's fine," Steve said with a nod as Tony turned to leave the hallway. "Actually, I have a physical file on the kid if you want it." Steve offered.

"That would be great."

With that Steve walked back into the communal living area and picked up the large folder that had the kid's picture on it.

"There is some stuff in here I don't understand," Steve began as he handed the file over to Tony. "But there is some medical information, and experiments they ran, things like that. I hope it helps," Steve said.

"I'm sure it will, thanks Rogers," Tony said before leaving the room.

He waited till he was alone before he looked at the file. He waited till he had F.R.I.D.A.Y. running on HYDRA's system before he opened it. He waited till he was seated before he finally sat down and opened the thing.

" Subject 009 - "Peter". Born August 27, 2013. Mother: Mary Fitzpatrick-Parker. Father: Tony Stark." He read out loud before looking at the picture that accompanied the first page. "Peter," he muttered, wondering who gave him that name. He was going to read more, but all he could do was stare at the picture. The kid definitely had Stark hair. In fact, it reminded Tony of his mother's hair, even if it was messy and poorly cut. And his nose was a stark nose. The one thing that stuck out to him those were the kid's big brown eyes as they stared back at him. They actually reminded him of Bambi's big eyes from the old Disney movie. As Tony looked at the picture longer and longer, though, he could only come to one conclusion.

This kid had to be his, and Tony had fallen in love instantly.