"I want another one." Tony blurted out.

It was out of the blue, he realized that, but it was true. The billionaire was watching his son grow up alone. Yes there was Phillip and there was Mark and apparently another Barton on the way, announced as of last week. But he needed someone he could bicker with, close to his age so all the responsibility doesn't fall on him if something happens. Peter needed a sibling. And because Tony just wanted another child.

"What?" Of course the only thing that could stop him was his husband.

"A kid Steve, like Peter, but not him. I love him, but I want another one." Tony's words came out fast and strung together, the way they do when he really means something. He hopped down from the table he was sitting on and plopped on the couch next to the soldier. "I want a girl, Steve. A beautiful little girl who I can threaten her boyfriends with shotguns if they do anything wrong to her."

The taller blonde sighed. He agreed, all the way, Steve loved Peter with all he had and would love another child just the same. "A girl?" That was the only thing he was a bit skeptical about. "Tony, understand that I would love her, but you want to bring a girl into a house full of boys, and have two dads?"

"Yes."

"You do realize that they're very different? You know, hormones, problems, appearances...other girl things that I know I have no knowledge about. Who's gonna teach her about that?"

"I know, Steve. But she'll have two lovely aunts for that." The genius leaned his head against the captain's shoulder. "We can do this."

Steve smiled brightly after a few moments. "Okay."

"Abigail." Tony repeated the name that the adoption agent had told them. His eyes didn't tear away from the picture the agent slid over to him and Steve, even when the soldier wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Yes, sir." Said the agent in a chipper voice, smiling at the two men in front of him. The love that in between them was almost radiant, and it wasn't even their first time. He had no doubts they'd be great with the blonde. "Abigail Emma. Three and two months old now."

"When do we get to meet her?" Steve asked abruptly.

The when pursed his lips. "Well, after run if the mill checks and paper work, plus some scheduling. I'm estimating around six months. Get her ready to go home with you in about a year."

"A year." Steve repeated dreamily. "We can do a year." He sent a questioning glance to his husband.

"A year sounds great." Tony nodded, wrapping a hand over Steve's.

The agent smiled at the two, but hesitated to tell them what he was required to say. "Ah, there is just, a little, tiny, tiny tiny detail." He made them see the small space between his index finger and his thumb. The agent bit his lip as Steve raised a brow.

"What is it?" He asked, sounding like a demand.

The agent pursed his lips and tapped his fingers together. Might as well spit it out fast, no use stalling them for the inevitable. "Abigail was diagnosed with type one diabetes last year..." He sighed. "You do have the possibility to change your mind, though I can-"

"No." Tony assured him, looking to Steve. "That won't matter." It was more like a question.

Steve glanced back at the picture, then to Tony. "Of course it won't."

"Abigail's a little shy, but once you talk to her a bit she'll open up." The woman, who ran a small children's home in the city, informed the two men waiting to meet their daughter for the first time.

"Thank you very much ma'am." Steve told the owner as he and Tony stepped into the meeting room.

Abby sat in the chair by table, legs swinging from where they couldn't touch the ground yet, head rested in her arms that were folded on the table. She say anything, bu her big brown eyes were filled with excitement, and possibly nervousness.

"Hi there." Tony flashed her a smile and sat cross from her, Steve sitting next to him. "I'm Tony, and this is Steve." Steve gave a small wave if a greeting.

"Hi." The blonde girl said quietly. "I'm Abigail, but I like to be called Abby."

"That's a pretty name." Steve complimented. "How are old are you Abby?" Of course, both men already knew almost everything about her, it was a bonding technique.

"Three... And a half." She added proudly

Tony smiled at her again. "Really? We have a son who's four."

"You two, together?" She asked, sort of confused.

"Yes." Steve answered simply, hoping that she didn't think there was anything wring with that. "We are married."

"It's a little different than what you might be used to, Abby, but we're just the same as you are." Tony expanded.

"Is different, okay?"

"Different is great."

"Good, I like different." She grinned back at them. "I like you guys."

Tony scooted his chair over and out an arm around Steve's waist. "We like you too Abby."

Abby had a bit more of a difficult adoption process. Being a little older than Peter was, they had to meet with her often instead of just taking her home. After a few months of just weekly visits, playing, talking, meeting Peter, and the other members taking up space in the tower, the adoption agency was convinced than Abigail was comfortable enough with Tony and Steve to finally have her move in with them permanently.

It was hard to believe that was only two months ago.

A month before she called Tony 'daddy' and Steve "poppy' for the first time.