Prologue:

Looking back now, with all that has happened within my lifetime, it doesn't surprise me how bleak life looked before I met Steve. Life is so much better, I'm happier. And even though I know that he could leave one day, and never come back, it brings me comfort to think I could have love one more time. It's been about 3 years now.

I looked at Larissa, who was 8 at the time, as we put together a scrap book. Steve walked into the room carrying our 2 year old son Sam. "I think he wants mommy…"

I got up and took him, rocking him gently. "Yes, because he loves mommy."

Larissa got up holding the book. "Look what mommy and I made, daddy…"

He took up the book and opened it. "Wow…A scrap book."

"It was Lissa's idea…" I pushed hair out of Sam's eyes.

Steve laughed. "Oh, I remember that…You two were scared to death after seeing that movie…"

"I hate ghosts!" Larissa and I exclaimed together.

Steve closed the book. "Now that I think back, our relationship, all the things we've done together…is all because that ghost, wasn't it?"

Larissa made a face, then brought her hand to her chin. "You're right…"

I laughed, and Sam made an adorable noise. Steve walked over and took Sam from me gently. "Papa…" He yawned and wiped his eyes. The front door opened slightly. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything big, but I'd like to see my God-Child!"

Sam laughed happily as Tony walked into the room. Sam switched hands again and looked up at Tony with big blue eyes. "You look too much like your dad, yes you do! If only you looked like your God-Father here, then you'd be winning Nobel prizes too."

Larissa grabbed onto Tony. "Hi, Uncle Tony…"

"Thought I forgot about you, hm? Not even close!" He reached into his pocket. "Just like I promised, the newest iTouch! I made sure to back it with as much Stark Industries stuff as possible. It's water, heat, cold, dust, and shock proof."

"Why don't you just make a touch screen of your own, then?"

"I don't feel like it, Steve…that's why." He looked at Sam. "Why does he argue with my logic?"

He only got a big blue eyed blank stare. "Oh, you probably wonder what I brought for you, aren't you?"

He got a big smile. "Alright…" He reached into his pocket. "Hmm…"

He walked over to the couch and sat down, placing Sam in his lap. He pulled the backpack he had carried in off his shoulder and opened it up. He made a fake gasp and then smiled. He pulled out a set of sippy cups with the different Avengers on them. "Something for you to carry your juice around in, kid…Look, it's even got your dad's face on it."

Sam giggled happily. Larissa sat on the couch playing with her iTouch. Tony had opened the package of the cups and handed Sam the Captain America one. "Enjoy it, kid…Hey, Steve…get the kid some juice. He wants to sip it from your face."

I picked Sam up and handed the cup to Steve. "He does need his juice, it's almost nap time…"

Tony went back into his bag. "While you do that, I'm going to find what I brought back for you guys from Malibu…"

I walked down the hall to Sam's room and placed him in bed. Steve walked in and handed him the sippy cup. He was out in no time. We returned to the living room where Tony was showing Larissa how to do something on the iTouch. He got up. "What do you think, Rori? Is it about time to renew the energy?"

I looked at the glow of my Arc Reactor. "I dunno…Sometime soon, I'm sure."

"Alright, from Malibu I brought the ladies beautiful shell necklaces…"

"Thank you, Uncle Tony!"

"You're very welcome…And for you, Steve…a very special blend of coffee I know you're going to like…"

"Wonderful."

"And a shell necklace, it's never nice to be left out of the bling circle."

The things were on the table. Tony pulled his bag back onto his back. "I can refuel your Arc when you come in tomorrow, Rori."

"Alright…Thank you again, Tony."

"Hey, I promised, didn't I? What kind of boss/uncle/God-Father would I be?"

Larissa didn't look up from her iTouch. "Still a good one…"

"Is she the only one that would have said that?"

Steve shrugged.

"Well, Cap, that's the last time I'm brining you back a shell necklace from ANYWHERE."

"That great, Tony…thanks."

He walked to the door. "See you tomorrow morning, Rori…to the rest of you…see you, good night, morning…afternoon…whatever time of the day it is right now. I'm off to get a good cheeseburger and maybe get yelled at by Pepper."

"Have fun with that one…"

"Yeah…always."

He left without another word. I looked at Steve. "All because of a little ghost…that should be the title of my biography."

THE END