"Daddy, I don't-"
"Son, do as I say."
"But I'm tired.. And sleepy."
"You're four years old, pull yourself together!"
"But, Dad..."
"Stop saying but, you sound like an advert for porn."
"Daddy, what's porn?" The man sighed as he stared down bitterly at the child standing below him, rubbing his eyes wearily and clutching a small cuddly toy that was supposed to resemble a teddy bear, but look more like road kill.
He bent down and drew to eye level. He could see in the kids face he was doing all he could not to yawn, and after all, it was two am, and he supposed little kids really needed their sleep.
He rolled up the left sleeve of the kids navy blue pyjamas and the boy flinched as he pushed the needle into his arm, extracting a vibrant red liquid.
"See? That didn't hurt so much now did it?" The boy was sniffling. Trying not to cry as he clutched his bear closer. "Don't you cry on me. That's what babies do. You're not a baby. Pull yourself together." The man snapped and the child remained still, staring bleakly back at the man as he blinked furiously trying to wipe away the tears.
"Now, sign this, and I'll let you get ice cream tomorrow. Doesn't that sound fun? Just sign here." The man instructed, the boys fate lit up at the temptation of ice cream, and immediately began scribbling out his signature with the pen his father had just given him.
The man simply smiled to himself. Kids were so naive.
He watched as the boy clambered back up the stairs towards his room, and new spring in his step at the prospect of ice cream.
Steve was getting irritated. Clint was quietly singing 'Call Me Maybe', and tapping the tune madly on his knee as he listened to it through his head phones. Apparently Natasha was also getting annoyed as she pulled the head phone from Clint's ear and yelled something about 'shoving the head phone up his arse if he didn't stop'. Which seemed like a good enough threat to Steve.
Tony waltzed in with Bruce in tow a few moments later. Bruce was talking in a low undertone, and scowling as he surveyed the rooms occupies. Tony on the other hand, grinned broadly and tapped on a part of the wall that looked like a bumblebee, and spoke into it, declaring that he'd like a donut and a cup of coffee.
"Anything you guys want?" Tony asked, looking at the group, who shook their heads and continued frowning.
They waited for Fury to arrive, and waited, and then, just because they could, they waited some more, until a portly man with grey, thinned out hair appeared, and instructed they all follow him into the room. Which they all obliged to, apart from when the man said Tony couldn't bring in his donuts, in which Tony stropped until he was able to take them in.
"This is just a mandatory check-up." The man told them. The group were still frowning. Especially Bruce, who had deepened his scowl. He didn't think the other guy would take too well to being prodded.
Steve's head was spinning though. Fury had said it was urgent, to be there right away, so why was he the only one who seemed on edge? Did they know something he didn't know?
The man took all their blood samples, and told them they could leave. Everyone nodded curtly and left, saying something about grabbing a Shwarma before going back to the tower. But the man interjected, insisting that Fury was on his way and wanted to speak to Steve in private. The rest just shrugged as they left the room.
Steve sat there in silence, as the man fumbled with the samples.
"Captain." Steve jumped as he registered the man suddenly appear in the doorway.
"Sir." Steve nodded and stood up, making his way over to the Captain.
Fury looked away and towards the blood samples, Steve was surprised to notice there were only two out, the rest were lying in a bin.
"Have you checked it yet?" Fury asked, Steve was bewildered. What were they talking about? But apparently the Science-guy knew, as he replied:
"Just waiting for the test results now."
Fury nodded and turned back towards Steve, who was trying to work out what was going on.
"So, what's happening?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips on staring at the director. Who frowned and stared at his shiny black shoes.
"It's complete sir!" The science-guy called and Fury rushed over, ignoring Steve's question.
"You sure?"
"100% match sir. Aside the obvious. One third of the DNA is in fact-" Fury shot the man a warning look and the mans eyes flickered toward Steve.
"What DNA? What does it match?" He asked curiously. Fury strode up to him, but his hand on Steve's shoulder, and looked into his eyes.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." And stalked from the room. Steve was curious, and he was going to get to the bottom of if.
Bit slow, maybe? I just wanted to establish that Tony still has no idea what's going on, and neither does Steve. Whatever. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!