I also wanted to comment that Bucky went down in the plane with Stevie. He's been working for SHIELD as a double agent, spying on Hydra. There is no 'Winter Soldier' and Natasha was trained by someone else.

The first thing they did after Steve fell asleep was to grab more blankets, wanting to wrap the boy up before he was able to get more ill. Clint wrapped the blankets around Steve's body, tucking it slightly under Thor's arm, and then helped Thor adjust Steve in his arm.

Tony, as he watched Clint work, raised an eyebrow as a thought came to his mind.

"Okay, Birdy. How do you know so much about kids?" he questioned. They were all used to seeing Clint just hanging around, especially after the run in with Loki. He normally was aloof and liked silence, but now he was jumping right in to working and helping.

"I have experience," he grunted out. Then he turned his attention back to Thor. "You need to support his head. He may be two, but there's not a whole lot of neck control here. See how his neck is floppy? He could get hurt if he were to have his head suddenly dropped. So he needs support there. Okay?"

Thor nodded and watched as Steve was moved into the crux of his arm. Clint then wrapped the blanket closer around Steve's body and then nodded at his work.

Natasha watched the eyes fix on Clint, knowing that the others were thoroughly confused by the way that Clint was acting. She took out her phone and turned to Clint.

"Should I call Laura and see if she can bring up some clothes and kid stuff?" she asked. Clint looked up from where he was fixated and then nodded with a half-shrug.

"I mean; we could easily pick some up. But we don't know how long he'll be like this. And he could fit in to one of the kids' clothes. Probably Coop's, from when he was a year old, maybe? Stevie's pretty tiny."

Natasha nodded and quickly dialed Laura's number, stepping out in order to get silence while they spoke. Tony, feeling rather bored and useless, pulled out his own phone and dialed Pepper's number.

"I'm going to have Pep order some child stuff, you think a crib would be good? He's a little too little for a big boy bed, right? And I'll get a rocker and a high chair. And baby clothes. Clothes are a must, he's still naked right now." Tony continued to ramble and Clint halfway blocked him out.

"Get a crib, he's too small for a big bed. Get toys and a rocker, not many clothes. Laura is going to bring clothes, I think. If Natasha has her way, Laura and the kids will be here in an hour," Clint muttered. He returned his attention to the child in front of him, watching to see if Steve would stop wheezing.

The others made their way to the common room while Bruce stayed in the medical bay, thinking. For the most part, Steve was a very medically fragile child. They, as a whole, needed to keep Steve as stable as possible. He typed in a few things into the computer, bringing up Steve's old medical records. It had been scanned and processed into their systems immediately after Steve had been unearthed.

"Astigmatism... Scoliosis… Half deaf… Arrhythmia… Palpitations… High Blood Pressure… Heart problems… Angina… History of Rheumatic Fever… Stomach Ulcers… Pernicious Anemia… Flat Feet… Scarlet Fever… Sinusitis… Nervous Trouble… and Fatigue… And Epilepsy. Jesus Steve! How did you even leave the house? Or get into fights?" Bruce now wanted to wrap the boy up in bubble wrap and hide him away in a safe house.

But how would he take care of Steve? There was a great possibility that Steve would change back into a super soldier at any moment. It could be a few days to a few weeks before Steve was returned to his right form. They could dose him with heart medication and treat his epilepsy, but there could be things that make his original body damaged if they were able to change him back. But now if Steve had a real heart problem, he could get really sick. And they didn't want to kill Steve. Bruce was pretty sure that if they killed Captain America- gay or not- the world itself would riot.

"What are you thinking about, Jolly Green?" Tony asked as he strolled back in. Steve was in his arms, being bounced with a smile on his face. He suddenly had what could be a teething ring and was chewing on it a bit.

"He's two, not two months," Bruce muttered. But he let out a loud sigh.

"I'm looking at Steve's history and how we can help keep him even moderately healthy. Steve has so many medical issues. Some of them, we can't even treat without it being permanent. And I worry about his heart. There are so many issues and I'm not a doctor, Tony! We need to call someone in." He paused and raised an eyebrow.

"Tony," he said. "Have you told Fury yet?"

.-..-..-.-..-

Laura arrived at the tower with the two children in hands, Cooper holding a small bag full of clothing and toys and his mother's hands. Lila held a book in her hand and then clung to her brother's shirt, surprised by all the world around her.

Lila's eyes latched on to Clint, finding him holding on to Steve and trying to calm his crying.

"Daddy!" She took off and clung to her father's legs, smiling as he laughed and bent over, holding Steve steady.

"Looks like I have a little Tick!" he joked. Clint patted Steve's bum, doing as all any good parent would in order to calm their child. But Steve wasn't even his child.

"Hi Dad!" Cooper exclaimed. "Mom says you need this. Is this for him?" He tried to peer up into his father's arms, to catch a glimpse of the crying child.

Steve continued to wail, occasionally pointing at his head or his legs. Every so often, he would calm down and seem to doze off, but then he would be awakened by something and he would start crying again.

"Yeah, buddy. This is Stevie," Clint explained. He knelt down, Lila letting go of his legs in favor of seeing the two-year-old in her father's arms. "He's just a bit sad now. I think he doesn't feel too good. But he needed some clothes, so Dad wanted to see if your mom could bring stuff."

"Did he come from the foster system?" Cooper asked curiously. "There's a kid in my class, he was from the system. He has a good family now. He lives a few streets down from us." He took Steve's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

And just like that, Steve focused his look on Cooper and, with a few more sniffles, he calmed down again. He squeezed Cooper's hand a few times, his fingers barely wrapping around three or four of Cooper's.

Cooper smiled and bent over, opening the bag and taking out a stuffed animal. He waved it in front of Steve's face and the boy immediately took it from the older boy. He held it in front of his face and smiled brightly before looking back at Cooper.

"My name's Cooper!" he proclaimed proudly. "Dad says you're Steve. Or Stevie. We brought some stuff for you! That's my little sister Lila. She's a girl, but she is a good one. She's not gross like some of the girls in my class."

Steve clutched the bear to his chest as Clint carefully- as not to spook the boy back in to crying- placed Steve down on his bum on the ground.

"Not nice," was all Steve said. "Nice to girls. Momma says."

Cooper nodded.

"My mom says that too. Are you gonna stay with my dad?"

Steve shrugged and sniffed, looking sad again.

Clint snuck away to leave the kids, but stayed in hearing distance, just in case he was needed. It wasn't all that surprising to see that Steve was opening up to someone his age. Thor had been able to keep him calm, but almost as soon as Steve had eaten and was settled in the tower again, he was unable to be soothed. And Thor had had to go back to Asgard not long after Steve had been fed.

"Don't know. Can't find Momma or Father. He gets r'l sick s'mtimes. 'Specially if he drinks the nasty stuffs." Steve picked at the small teddy bear in his lap, wrapped up in the blanket still. He didn't much like the blanket, it made his skin itch. The skin that it touched immediately turned red and bumps began to appear.

"Well, Dad doesn't drink nasty stuff," Cooper said. "Why were you crying earlier? Cuz you miss your parents?"

Steve gave the young boy a small shrug.

"Hurts," he offered in a small explanation. "My tummy 'n my head 'n my legs. 'n I itch."

Steve offered his arm to the boy, whose eyes widened at the red splotches. Cooper lifted his head to his Dad, eyes wide with a bit of fear.

"Dad! Stevie's got red marks, like when Lila had chicken poxs! Does Steve have poxs?" he asked.

Laura walked over, gently kneeling beside Lila and taking Steve's hand in hers. She made a small clicking noise with her tongue and shook her head.

"I think he's allergic to the stuff you guys used to wash the blanket. Or he's allergic to what it's made with. Pass me the clothes?"

Natasha passed the bag over to Laura. She immediately unwrapped Steve, smiling brightly as the boy gave her a curious look. She bopped him on the nose with one finger. Steve winkled his nose so cutely and tried to look at his nose. Laura took that moment to slide a pair of underwear on to Steve's legs and then followed them by a pair of pants.

"Tony, get me some calamine lotion," Laura ordered, taking charge of the situation. Steve cocked his head and pulled the teddy bear up to cover his face. As Tony went to get the lotion, she gently ticked Steve's sides. He let out a shy giggle but nothing more.

"My name is Laura. I hear you're Steve!"

Steve rubbed at his eyes and slowly nodded.

"Tha mi ag iarraidh mo mhàthair, Màthair Laura," he muttered in Gaelic. I want my mother, Mother Laura. But without Thor here to translate, they could have a big problem. Steve could speak both fluently, but he sounded much more fluent when he spoke Gaelic.

Laura looked up to Clint, who shook his head with a small frown.

"It's Gaelic, not many people speak it these days. Thor was able to understand him because of his Allspeak, but he had to go to Asgard again. So we're SOL," Clint explained. He came down to sit with his family as Tony returned with the lotion and some cloths to help apply it with. Clint immediately took it and began to apply it to Steve's back and shoulders.

"He doing his Gaelic thing again?"

Nat nodded and let out a tiny sigh of frustration.

"I can understand Russian. But Gaelic? Not so much. But I think he said Mother. It kind of sounds like 'Mother' in English," she supplied.

Clint continued to put the lotion on Steve's body, the boy shuddering away from the cold sensation before he relaxed into it due to the way it took away the itching.

Steve turned to Clint, a frown on his face as he did so. His body wasn't so itchy anymore, but he still hurt. And the dizziness was getting so, so much worse.

"Clint, tha mi a 'faireachdainn mì-chinnteach," he whispered, rubbing at his head and face. He felt small twitches beginning in his leg; more correctly, his ankle. It began to twitch inward, like if you were simply rocking a little bit. (Clint, I feel Confused/Unsure)*

Steve knew it was going to get worse; it always did. It would travel up his leg and then his other leg would stop. It would turn into kicking motions, as if Steve were trying to attack someone or he were running. Then he'd black out as it reached his hips. Momma always said that those were his fits.

Steve turned around and grabbed at Clint's sleeve, trying to pull his attention.

"What is it, Steve?" he asked. Clint put the bottle of calamine lotion down on the floor and then turned to Laura.

Steve pointed to his leg with a frown. Surely his mother had told them about his fits, right? She wasn't an idiot, after all. But Steve withheld any judgement about these people. After all, they'd tried to feed him Brussel Sprouts! And this weird meat mixture.

"What about his leg?" Bruce asked, immediately on high alert. Steve had cried and complained about his head and his legs before, but it wasn't calm like this.

"It's twitching," Laura said. Cooper stood, frowning as he watched the twitching and the constant movements move further and further up Steve's leg.

While the adults talked, Cooper sat down next to Steve and took his hand. Steve had wrinkled his nose and was rubbing his nose, blinking sluggishly. He looked as if he were about to pass out. And in all honestly, Steve thought he was. His head spinned and whirled around in circles. It even felt like the world around him was spinning around.

"Stevie? Mommy, I think that something's wrong with Stevie!" Lila almost screamed. The twitching began to travel up Steve's other legs as well, and he collapsed back to lie on his back. He breathed thickly, almost seeming like he was struggling.

"Mom!"

Bruce and Clint were the first ones over. Bruce immediately did some quick vitals and then glanced up at Clint.

"He's having a seizure. Let's roll him onto his side," Bruce commanded. He put his hand under Steve's neck and gently braced it as Clint took his lower half and helped to roll him.

Steve's whole body arched up a few moments later. Laura quickly grabbed her son and her daughter, pulling them into her arms and away from the room. They didn't need to watch Steve had a seizure.

"What can we do? Clint asked as they watched Steve buck and shiver. His little body tremored like he was being electrified and Clint really didn't like it.

"Nothing right now," Bruce commented. "It's not safe to move him at the moment. Clint, Steve has what I would call special needs. He's got a major seizure disorder, from what it looks like, scoliosis, heart problems for which he needs an echo, and he's about 50-75% deaf."

Bruce caught Clint's hand when the man tried to reach out and touch Steve.

"No," he said quickly. "You don't touch someone who is having a seizure, you could hurt them or they could really hurt you."

Clint retracted his hand and swallowed thickly. They watched Steve arch up again. He thrusted his chest out and his arms stretched out in front of him, crossing and beginning to tremor. This seemed like a whole new seizure in its own, but neither Clint nor Bruce really knew what a seizure normally looked like. Seeing that Steve's head was beginning to bounce from side to side, Clint thrusted his hand out and placed it between Steve's head and the floor.

"Got him," Clint whispered. Laura returned to the room and knelt beside her husband.

"How long has he been seizing?" She was immediately in Doctor mode, ready to do whatever she needed to in order to help the boy.

"About 3 minutes," Tony supplied. "JARVIS has been timing him."

"Okay. Be ready to call for help when and if it reaches 5 minutes. Unless you have Medical here."

Steve let out a choked and gurgled groan. His head flew back before continuing the previous motion. Laura winkled her nose a bit when the smell of fresh urine hit their noses, but knew that this was just a part of a seizure.

Four minutes came and passed before Steve's body suddenly went lax and he let out a rather relaxed sigh as the tension left. Steve fell into a light sleep, curled up on his side. He shivered every little while, but it was always fleeting.

"His heart rate's come down," Laura commented, her fingers having found his radial pulse. "It's at… 47, but I think it's his normal. Can't know without a history, but I think he's okay right now."

Laura held on to Steve's hands, trying to warm them up.

"Does he have circulation problems?" she asked, pressing down on his fingernails and watching for the capillary refill. It took a good five seconds and she did it again on his other fingers, trying it in different positions as well. One time he'd raise the boy's arm to above his heart, and the next time she'd lay it down.

"He has heart problems," Natasha supplied. "I want to say that JARVIS mentioned he had angina too."

"Angina is chest pain, it's often from the heart," Laura mumbled, but didn't hold it against Natasha. It was something Natasha really wasn't used to dealing with.

"I need a list from his doctors, of what he's got wrong and maybe what they suspect. And a list of other conditions. And you want to know what could have triggered this seizure?" she asked, flitting her eyes up to her husband and Tony. Tony raised an eyebrow, as if asking her if she dared test him today.

"What is it?" Clint asked, his eyes wide with confusion and concern.

"The TV. You have to think about flashing lights when there's a kid with epilepsy around, Clint, Tony. Steve was born what, 1919? 1920? TV was created in 1927, guys. It came to America in 1947. Steve was in the Ice. He may have seen a TV before, but maybe not."

Tony snapped his fingers and shook his head.

"Moving pictures. The first real thing that Steve commented on after we settled in after the Chitauri was about how we had color moving pictures in our homes," Tony groaned. "And flashing lights, they're seizure triggers, aren't they?"

Laura nodded slowly, up and down a couple of the times.

"You can be damned sure bet I'm not leaving you guys with this kid," she commented as she started to pull off Steve's soaked undergarments and jeans. Sudden loss of urine was not uncommon with seizures, but it was definitely not something that people liked to see as a side effect, especially if you have multiple seizures a day. Steve needed a warm bath and fresh clothes before anything else.

"I need a bathroom with a bath tub. But first we need to wait for him to wake up from his postictal state. I don't like moving people before they wake up."

Tony turned towards Clint and raised his eyebrows. He grinned up at the billionaire and shrugged.

"My wife's a doctor. She worked in an ER before the kids."

"And her license hasn't lapsed and when both kids are in school, both kids will be in school and Mom is going to take shifts and begin to work again!" Laura commented. She gave Clint a pointed look as Natasha smiled and gave them a tiny laugh. They constantly had a talk like this.

"I told you that I could-"

"Clint, we've talked about this. You do not have the time with the Avengers and with Coulson running you around. Not until the kids are in school."

And Clint usually lost this talk, so that was normal.

Steve made a small snuffling noise and peeled his eyes open. Bruce was on standby, but had gone to get himself a cup of tea as soon as the issue had passed. He needed that after a day like today.

"Steve, can you open your eyes?" Laura asked, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. Steve pulled his eyes open sluggishly and stared at Laura as he tried to wake up more.

"Hi, Stevie. It's Laura," she said. Steve let out a whine of annoyance and frustration before he rolled over onto his back. Laura was suddenly grateful they'd been able to put a blanket over him after getting the soaked clothes off.

"I h'd a fit?" he asked, nose wrinkled. "I w's good t'o. No'h bad!" Tears welled up in his eyes and he tried to scrub them away.

"Oh, Steve. You aren't bad if you have a fit. It's just your brain, buddy. Is it okay if I give you a bath? I bet you haven't had one for a while, huh? I'll make it nice and warm and maybe put some bubbles in it?" Laura wiped his eyes and Natasha brought him a blue blanket, something that Steve himself had gotten for his room. It was small and had seemed important to him even though he'd bought it off EBay.

Steve sniffled as Natasha passed his blanket over. He immediately grabbed it and pressed it to his cheeks, self-soothing.

"Baffe?" he asked, staring up at Natasha and Laura. Laura gently tickled his sides and listened to his laughter. Steve held his free arm out to her, expecting to be picked up and taken to a bathtub.

Laura gave him another quick tickle before she picked him up, kissing his forehead like a mother would. She settled him on her hip and rushed off to the closest bathtub. Natasha grabbed the bag of clothes and rifled through it, quickly finding the underwear packet (from the store, thankfully) and a fresh set of clothes. She even found some socks when she rifled down even further.

"He won't thrive in a tower like mine," Tony said as he poured himself a drink. Bruce nodded to prove his point, thinking back to the seizure that Steve had earlier had, the trigger being the flashing lights. And every floor, every room has some sort of light that can be set to flash with one little mess-up. Or, they all have TV's or tablets or other things. He's not safe here."

Tony really hated to hear himself say that, actually. It was sickening to an extent, actually. He wanted to keep Steve here and safe with JARVIS and SHIELD, but he knew that Steve could be placed with a normal family, be settled and safe with a new name even.

"Steve needs somewhere he can run, to settle down. Somewhere we can wait to see if this is going to be permanent or if he will turn back. Because if he won't turn back, I say he gets another shot at childhood," Clint commented as he poured himself some apple juice. Then he poured two more cups for Lila and Cooper and pulled out two snacks for them.

As he did so, Bruce and Tony stared at the archer with an 'Are you blind?' look.

"Clint," Bruce said slowly. "What's your place like?"

"Quiet, secluded. Nice for us," he commented as Lila ran in to the room, his sippy cup in his hands.

"Daddy!" Lila almost shouted. "How's Stevie?"

Clint took the sippy cup and opened it, pouring the apple juice into it before closing it up again. He then passed her both that and the juice.

"Stevie is perfectly fine now, baby girl. Steve just has epilepsy. Like that boy that we fostered last year. You did good telling us, though. Your mommy's helping him take a bath is all. He's a little fella, huh?" He pressed a kiss to his daughter's forehead, smiling.

"Yes! The littlest, huh Daddy?"

"The very littlest. Now go play. And tell your brother that I have a snack for him, okay?"

She nodded and ran off, her hair flopping around on her shoulders. Clint straightened up and turned to take a drink of his apple juice and take a cracker from the stack.

"Steve should go live with you," Tony finally burst out. "You two have proven that you can more than take care of him. I'm pretty sure we can swing it with Fury."

Clint was so surprised that the cracker hung right out of his mouth, dangling precariously. Cooper walked in as soon as they'd started talking about it again. There was a smile as big as Texas on his face.

"Dad, can Stevie come with us? Please? Come live with us, I mean!" Cooper put the tablet under his arm and put his hands together, pleading with his father. "C'mon, dad! He's so… cute! He's sweet too. Even though I can't understand him all the time."

Clint groaned, knowing that his son always got what he wanted when he went to his mother. He'd have to get a good crib- because Steve was so small- and maybe even a high chair, because Steve was a wiggler. And clothes. A mound of clothes. And Medication.

"On one condition," Clint said, holding up a single finger.

"We get free, good healthcare for the entire family for our whole lives and Steve gets everything paid for; we get reimbursed for any medical cost."

"I think that can be done."

Steve Rogers came out of the bath tub a fresh toddler. He clung to Laura and made goofy faces at Natasha, who would gently tickle his side with each one. He giggled and shrieked with each cycle, obviously proud of his new little 'Game.'

"Buck-ee?" the boy asked, his eyes wide with excitement. He wanted to see his best buddy and honestly, it could that the super soldier appeared at any moment.

"He's not here right now, Stevie. We can call and see if we can get him to come, huh? Or talk on the phone?"

Tony talked fast and with a tablet covering the bottom half of his face, so it was no surprise that the hard-of-hearing Steve was unable to decipher what he said. But he figured that it was a 'no' from the bearded man.

"P'ese? P'ese, Buck-ee. P'ese, Ms. Lau'a." Steve was really butchering each word, but Laura got the gist.

"We are going to call Bucky," she said, facing Steve so that he could read her lips. If he knew how, that was. It was what she had to do with Bruce, so it really was no problem.

Steve must have understood, as his face lit up and he patted her cheek. He was smiling so brightly that she wanted to shield her eyes, to be honest.

"You might want to get used to these calls," Clint muttered under his breath. He drank the rest of his apple juice and grabbed a small sippy cup, one that Laura had brought, and filled it with apple juice. He passed it to Steve, smiling as the boy immediately began to suck it down.

"And appointments with the audiologist. And cardiology. And other -ology's, because he's coming home with us, apparently."

Laura raised an eyebrow and glanced down at Steve, who happily continued to suck down the juice.

"Coop?"

"He heard us talking. He's excited to hear that Steve is going to come home with us. I can't tell him no. And for once, Tony made a good point," he commented. Clint barely looked up at his wife, blushing as Tony made a noise that sounded like 'Damned right!'.

"I'd rather he goes to a hospital first to get a variety of things done, but we can do that stuff at the hospital in town," Laura commented. She sat Steve down on his blanket and ruffled his hair before she moved on to Steve the kitchen. She'd keep an eye on him, but Steve could use some time on his own.

"We can do some stuff here. An Echo, have hearing aids made in a matter of a few hours with Tony's tech. We can also do an EEG, check his seizure disorder, right? That one will take longer because we have to send that out, but we'd get you the answers."

"To be honest, he needs a full work-up. He's never had a true work-up in this day and age. So he needs one," Laura explained as she stole her husband's juice and drank good sized swig of it.

"We can do this here," Natasha said, shrugging a bit. They'd done it for her when she had joined SHIELD all those years ago.

Laura watched as Cooper ran in to returned to glass of apple juice before he then rushed out again, probably intent on heading to the living room to play or watch TV.

"Well," Laura breathed. "We should probably get Steve started on this and then we can head home. I didn't bring any clothes for Coop and Lila. Unless you want to go and take the kids shopping while I do this with Bruce and Steve."

"Walmart?"

"Go."