"That's when I saw Barton jumping rooftops, heading towards the blast site. By this point, the block must have been removed and the comms were working again. Clint told us that there was something we needed to see," Tony picked-up. "A hover craft came in to collect the asshole, and he told us that he was distracting us so he could get "Our newest asset". Then he was gone. That's when we knew that he had Charlie, and most likely Nat as well. We raced to Clint's location, found all the girls tech and weapons, plus a whole lot of blood. Also, Charlie was wearing a necklace that we got her for her birthday a couple of years ago. It had a tracker in the pendant. Nobody knew about that except me and Steve. They took it from her and destroyed it, leaving the pieces for us to find. There is no way for us to find them. There is no way for us to find them. We have to wait and hope they find a way to contact us. Otherwise, we may never see them again," Tony finished, tears now streaming down his tan face. He wasn't even trying to stop them now, the pain in his heart was too great.
Bruce sat there in stunned silence for a few moments, processing what he has just heard. "Why would someone want to take them? Did they say why they wanted the?" He was rambling off questions as they popped into his brain. Tony and Steve in silence, just holding on to each other.
"Oh, my God. Right, OK. I'm going to go and help Barton free Thor, then we are going to sit down and come up with a plan about what to do next." Bruce looked both his team mates in the eye, then turned on his heel and left the bridge.
"Why don't you two go and freshen up? Grab something to eat? You're going to need to have to keep your strength up to kick this bastard's ass," Fury coerced.
Steve looked to his husband, silently asking his opinion. When Tony nodded, they both stood up, their hold on the others hand never breaking.
"You'll tell us immediately is you get anything new," Tony said to Hill. It wasn't a question so much as a demand.
"Of course, you will be the first ones we call," she appeased. Tony seemed happy with this and the couple headed towards their compartment to shower and change.
When they arrived in their suite, Steve started to strip out of his Captain America uniform, while Tony went straight over to the small desk in the corner.
"Hey, J? Compile everything you got from our encounter with this wanker and send it all to Hill. Run his face, his voice, the emblem we found on the weapon, everything. I want to know this dickhead better than his own mother."
"Of course, Sir. Is there anything else I can do you or the Captain?" The A.I replied.
"I dunno. Perform a miracle and find her?" Tony suggested.
"I will do everything in my power, Sir. May I suggest you take Director Fury's advice and get some rest? You need to keep your strength up in order to locate Miss Charlotte and Miss Natasha," Jarvis prompted.
"Yeah, I think I'll go and join Steve in the shower," Tony answered, rubbing his hands over his face. "Thanks, buddy." Tony then stood up from his seat at his workstation and headed towards the bathroom, peeling his clothes off his body as we went. He didn't even bother to knock. He knew the door would be unlocked Steve only closed the door to keep the heat in the room. When Tony entered the steamy room, Steve was under the stream of water, his forearms and forehead resting against the wall of the enclosure. Tony stepped in behind his husband and wrapped his arms around the slim, toned waist. His hands resting on perfect abs. He rested his head on Steve's well-muscled shoulder and just held him tight. Neither of the men said anything. They didn't have to. They were both feeling the same torturous pain. This was their worst fear, losing Charlie. That was their main apprehension they had towards her becoming an Avenger. Steve turned around and captured Tony in his strong embrace. They stood holding each other, supporting each other and letting the scorching water try and wash away their pain. All sense of time fell away. Once the water started to run a little cool, they quickly washed and exited the shower. They dressed in relative silence, each knowing there was very little they could say to erase the pain and worry from their lover.
Once he was dressed in his usual uniform of well-worn and a ratty band tee over a long-sleeved top, Tony headed back over to the desk, while Steve padded over to the bed.
"J, anything?" Tony asked, his voice tinged with scepticism.
"Unfortunately not, Sir. I've run everything you asked me to, but there is no trace of this man you encountered earlier today. It's as if he is a ghost, operating completely off the grid," Jarvis answered his creator, his autonomic voice laced with regret.
"Figures. Keep us posted. Tell Fury and Hill we will be up soon, we just need some time to refocus."
"Certainly, Sir."
Tony then wandered over to the bed, where Steve was lay down, just staring up at the ceiling.
"This is just like when she was born. I hate feeling this useless," Steve informed his husband.
"I know, sweetheart. I do too."
"We can't lose her, Tony, we can't. I won't survive that, neither of us will. We promised after she was born that nothing would happen to her, and now look at where we are. She's God knows where, going through God knows what. I swear, if they hurt her in anyway, I'll kill them with my bare hands," Steve went on.
"You know I'll be right there with you. She's a fighter, a survivor. She gets that from you, you know."
"She gets it from both of us, babe. She's half you as well, Tony. You've survived so much." Steve rolled on to his side to gaze in to the beautiful hazel eyes of the genius that is Tony Stark.
"That may be, but I don't think I could go through what happened when she was born again. It nearly killed me."
Steve nodded, rubbing his large, strong hands up and down the smaller man's back, trying his best to comfort him while they both thought back to Charlies terrifying arrival into this world almost 18 years earlier.
"Use Screw F to attach Side A to End C, using Bracket K. What the fuck?" Tony mumbled to himself. "Piece of shit!" he yelled, throwing bracket J across the room.
"Hey, honey. How is the crib goi-?" Steve's question was cut off as he ducked to avoid the projectile object that was flying across the room. "Ah. Never mind, question answered." He continued, standing upright again.
"These instructions are shit. I have half a mind to go back down the store and ram them down the sales consultants' throat! 'Very easy to assemble' my ass."
"Tony, calm down, I'm sure they aren't that hard. Let me have a look," Steve instructed.
"Babe, seriously. I have two Masters Degrees from MIT, I build tech for a living, and I'm stumped."
"You're right, you do build tech for a living. You don't build cribs however. You need a different approach. Give me the instructions," Steve demanded, holding out his hand.
"I'm just going to get the build team service in and be done with it," Tony sighed in defeat.
"No. We are building our child's nursery furniture ourselves. If you want to give up and admit defeat, then fine. But I am not giving up that easily," Steve said with determination in his voice.
"Fine, Mr. Took-Me-Two-Months-To-Figure-Out-The-Microwave, have at it!" Tony stormed out of the nursery, most likely heading to his lab via the kitchen for more coffee.
Deep breaths, Steve. Deep breaths. OK, let's see what the hell it is I have to do with all of this.
45 minutes later, Tony figured Steve was ready to tear his hair out, just like he had been. He locked his computer after checking his emails and dealing with anything that needed his immediate attention. He grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Pepper to check in on her.
**Hey, just wanted to see how you and the baby are doing? Trying to build the nursery furniture is driving us insane. T x**
Peppers reply was almost instantaneous.
**Tony, the baby isn't due for another 10 weeks. What's the rush? P x**
He smiled at his phone. Thinking of his super soldier upstairs, he sent his response.
**You know what Steve is like. 'Always be prepared.' I think it's something he picked up in the army. T x**
He started heading towards the elevator, intending to save his husband from the crib, or maybe the other way around, he wasn't sure. His phone beeped at him, alerting him that he had a new message.
**Sweetie, that's the Boy Scouts, not the army. P x**
**Oh well, close enough. Hey, you wanna come over for dinner? I'll make Steve cook? T x**
**Sounds lovely, but I'm going out for dinner with Happy. Rain Check? P x**
**No worries. Tell Happy to be careful. I don't want any harm to come to my child, or their surrogate mother. I couldn't survive if anything happened to you two. T x**
**Stop worrying. Bump and I will be fine. Enjoy your evening. P x**
**It's a fathers' job to worry. You enjoy your night too. T x**
By this point, Tony had reached the floor he shared with Steve. "Babe, I'm here to save you!" Tony called out playfully. He walked in to the room they were trying to turn in to a nursery, and was stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. Steve had the crib fully assembled, and was nearly done building the dresser/changer. "How long was I away for?"
"Um, about an hour?" Steve replied, glancing down at his watch.
"Honey, this is amazing. How did you do all this so quickly?" Tony walked over and gave his husband a quick peck on the lips.
"I read and followed the instructions and didn't throw a temper tantrum when it didn't go my way," Steve said with the beginnings of a smirk playing on his pale pink lips.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Really, I am," Tony apologised, wrapping his arms around the strong shoulders of his husband.
"I know you are, babe. And to make it up to me, you can help me finish the dresser, then arrange the soft furnishings." Steve leant down and gave the smaller brunette a kiss, whilst snaking his hands down to Tony's ass and giving it a little squeeze. Tony knew that this meant they would be making up in other ways later, too.
"Deal," Tony gushed, pressing his body against the rock hard one in front of him.
Steve chuckled at his lovers' eagerness. "Later. Nursery first, sex after. He gave the pouting mastermind another kiss, then turned him round by the shoulders and tried to explain flat packed furniture to the 'genius'.
2 hours later, several curse words from Tony, and as many exasperated sighs from Steve, they were both finally with the way they are set up the nursery room.
"I'm really glad we decided not to find out the sex. The excitement and anticipation, it's like Christmas," Tony gushed to Steve as they stood side by side in the doorway, holding each other close.
"Me too. I honestly don't care either way. I just want them to be happy, healthy and loved," Steve replied.
"They will be, honey." Tony held Steve as tightly as he could, knowing he wouldn't hurt the super soldier.
Steve returned the hug, conscious as always of his strength. "So…dinner?" He wasn't hungry, not for food anyway, but he wanted to know how Tony was feeling.
"How about dessert first?" Tony asked huskily.
"Oh, God, yes!" Steve exhaled, sweeping Tony off his feet. Tony wrapped his legs around Steve's trim waist, and snaked his arms around the broad shoulders as he let his husband carry him to their room down the hall. He started peppering light kisses all over the blonds face and neck, whilst avoiding those perfect lips. Tony knew, even with his teasing and distractions, that Steve would never drop him. Once they arrived in their room, Steve set Tony down, making sure he was steady before letting him go completely.
"J, no interruptions unless it is life or death," Tony instructed.
In one smooth move, Steve took both of Tony's tops off, the short sleeved band one, and the long sleeved plain one underneath. He was enraptured for a moment at the gloriousness of a topless Tony. Strong hands wandered with gentle caresses over Tony's pecs, tracing lightly towards his Arc Reactor. Tony hated talking about it, or about what happened in Afghanistan. Everything Steve knew about that time in his husbands' life was from snippets of conversations with Pepper and Rhodey.
"One day," Steve started, leaning down to kiss the border between man and machine, making Tony tense and recoil ever so subtly. "We are going to talk about this, and everything that happened." He looked up in to the beautiful brown eyes, which were filled with fear and horrific memories. "But not right now. Right now, we have some making up to do." Steve finished. Once the fear had left Tony's eyes, and the playful look returned, Steve gently pushed his back and on to the vast bed behind him. Tony grabbed Steve's hand, pulling the gorgeous blond on top of him. Steve, taken completely by surprise, had to react quickly so as to not hurt the brunette that ended up beneath him. Steve managed to angle himself so he was straddling his husband, ensuing he couldn't move very far. Steve stripped his own top off before holding both of Tony's wrists above his head with his left hand, leaving his right hand to trace down the tan body whilst he was torturing his husband with teasing kisses.
"Steve, n-no teasing," Tony begged. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off as it was quickly covered by Steve's. Tony melted in to the kiss. Steve's hand was still playing across Tony's abs and along his side, making him squirm. He moaned in to Steve's mouth.
"I love you, Tony. More than life itself. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me," Steve breathed, his hand traveling back down and across the tan abs.
"I love you too, Steve. So much – Oh, God, Steve!" Tony gasped as the super soldier slipped his hand below the billionaires' waistband, cupping Tony's hard member through the thin material of his boxers.
"There appears to be something in our way," Steve whispered seductively in to his ear. He released Tony's hands from his grip above his head and removed his other hand from Tony's boxers. Tony huffed slightly at the loss of contact The super soldier then started tugging at the ripped jeans that Tony always wore, trying to work them off his body. Tony tried to wriggle around to help get them off quicker, but only seemed to hinder the process. Once they were safely on the ground next to his tops, Tony started to help Steve out of his own jeans and boxers. While Steve returned his attention to Tony, peeling his black boxers off tantalisingly slowly, Tony's muffled ringtone could be heard amongst the pile of clothes.
"Jarvis, could you deal with that pleas? Tell whoever it is that Mr. Stark is slightly preoccupied and they should leave a message." Steve said, his eyes locked with his lovers. Tony groaned as he let his head drop back against the bed. He knew this was going to be a long night, and he could hardly contain his glee. The ringing stopped immediately, to both men's satisfaction.
"Good. Now, where was I? Oh yes…" Steve smirked before dragging the tip of his tongue up the underside of Tony's erection and lapping up the drop of pre-cum that had already formed at the tip. Tony took in a sharp breath as a shudder rippled through his body. The moan that escaped his lips turned on the tall blond even more.
"God, Tony. You're making me harder than I ever thought possible. I want to take you. I want to feel you fall apart around me," Steve panted.
"Oh, fuck, yes! Tony whimpered. At this, Steve fully took Tony into his mouth. Tony groaned, bucking his hips forwards and driving his cock into Steve's hot, wet mouth. The super soldier placed his strong hands on Tony's hops, then started bobbing his head up and down.
"Honey, if you keep going like that I'm not going to last much longer…" Tony informed his husband.
Steve didn't show any signs of stopping, much to Tony's delight. Clearly, multiple orgasms were on the cards for tonight, and Tony wasn't about to complain.
Just as Tony was able to feel the familiar pool of warmth form in the base of his stomach, Jarvis' voice sounded over the intercom system.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but you have a phone call." The A.I apologised for the interruption.
"Fuck, Jarvis. I said no interruptions. Take a message and I'll call them tomorrow." Tony snarled.
"I believe you'll want to take this call, Sir." The A.I responded.
By this point, Steve had stopped his ministrations with his mouth.
"And I believe I told you not to bother us unless it was life or death. Now, tell me, J. What the hell is so damn important that you had to interrupt us while we are in the middle of makeup sex?" Tony demanded incredulously.
"It's the police, Sir. It's regarding Miss Potts. There's been an accident."
A/N - So this is the first time I've done anything close to a smut scene. As mentioned in the summary, there will be more to follow, plus in the next few chapters I'll start to explore the other warnings mentioned. Please please please review and let me know what you think!