"SHERLOCK STARK COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" Tony shouted as he chased the naked giggleing three year old around the tower.
"No daddy no," the boy giggled. Tony had to laugh as well but soon grabbed the wayword three year old.
"Gotta now time for a bath!" Tony declared.
"NO! NO BATH NO BATH!" Sherlock cried out.
"Daddy will get in it too hows that?" Tony asked.
"OK," the little boy smiled.
"Tony where are you going?" Steve called.
"Oh Godfather dear. Me and Sherlock are going to have a bath. Aren't we champ?" Tony asked the little boy.
"Yeah yeah!" the boy smiled.
"OK but be quick. We have to pick Peter up from practice in half an hour," Steve said.
"Remind me how we were the only two who ended up not on a mission?" Tony asked as he walked towards the bathroom.
"Fury wouldn't take care of both Peter and Sherlock and someone needed to take care of you," Steve replied with a smile on his face.
"Gee thanks," Tony said as he placed his son into the bath and stripped down as well.

Later that month everyone was back and everything was back to normal. Everyone joked and had a laugh and not one person was mad, angry or sad. And looking at the weird disfunctional family no one would guess that a few years ago they almost lost a family member when life became just too much. And whenever anyone asks, they all answer with the same words, "You have family. You just need to find it in the right people,".