"Another blood sample?!" Clint moaned as Fury told them what was going on. Clint yelled exasperatedly before rolling up his sleeve. Steve was still scowling, but was attempting to cover it up as best he could. How many blood samples did they need?
"And afterwards I'm sending you all on a mission. Easy task, should take just over a day, including the flight." Fury added and the group sighed, as each of them copied glint in rolling up their sleeve. Steve remained scowling. Fury wasn't telling them something.
"I've sent them off on the Quinjet. No chance of them walking in." Coulson heard Fury's voice in his ear as he pulled up in front of the large manor house. Large oak trees stood around the perimeter, and the building had large stone steps leading up to the large black oak front doors with a huge gold brass knocker on the door. Coulson attempted to open the door, but a modern looking control panel with blue LED's popped up from out of the wall. Damn Stark, Coulson thought angrily as the key pad beeped. However, the door opened suddenly and a stocky woman appeared at the door, smiling slightly making the dimple in her chin more prominent.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked, beaming at Coulson, who smiled back. He had no idea Tony still hired people to clean the place.
"Yeah- urgh- hi. I'm a friend of Tony's." Coulson said, extending his hand. The woman shook it, still smiling.
"I'm afraid, as you probably already know, Mr Stark isn't here at the moment." The woman said jokingly, Coulson forced a fake chuckle.
"Actually, he asked me to pick some stuff up for him- do you think I could come in?"
"I don't see why not. But I will have to get Mr Jarvis to do a finger print scan, if you don't mind?" The woman replied, opening the door further so Coulson could step in.
"Not at all."
It took him ten minutes to find the suitcase. The suitcase labelled 'Top Secret'. It took him three minutes to hack off the lock, and it took him fifteen minutes to rifle through the files until he found what he was after. Grinning broadly, he transferred the contents into a separate suit case (one that didn't look so suspicious) and leave, muttering a thanks to the old woman who turned out to be called Mary.
"Hawkeye! Get on that building and keep your eye on the sky."
"Yes Cap'n"
"Widow, take out as many as you can on the ground. I'll help. Thor, destroy, Hulk smash, Iron Man, blow stuff up." Steve finished, watching as the swarm of robots as they began marching steadily towards them.
"I don't know why you don't just call me Tony, Cap. It's a lot easier." Steve heard Tony say, as he watched the armour knock three of the robots heads off with one blast.
"You know damn well why. Just-" Steve was cut off as a new figure emerged from the sea of robots. He was wearing a long, lilac cape, with thick, black boots and his head was obscured in a yellow mask. Not great fashion sense, Steve thought. Even though he himself was supporting his red, white and blue spandex.
"The Avengers! How marvellous of you to join me!" A voice boomed happily. Steve just blinked. Who was this guy? "And I see we have the family too!"
"Family? What-" Clint started, confused. Steve watched him apprehensively as he marched closer.
"That doesn't concern you feather face." The figure snapped, and Steve heard Tony laugh over the ear piece.
"Feather face? I like this guy." He sniggered as Steve rolled his eyes.
"I suggest you give up now, before this gets ugly!" Steve yelled at the man, hoping he'd back down, he wasn't in the mood for fighting today, much less dealing with Tony's childishness at what was obviously a very serious situation.
"Ugly? Like your face?" Tony called, killing himself with laughter. Steve was completely loosing it. No way was he being this childish. No way.
"I'd put him on the bottom step for that if I were you Captain." The man replied seriously, and the blonde looked quizzically at him, before the man fell to the floor.
"That guy was pissing me off." Tony said as he stepped from behind the man, turning and watching the robot army fall to the ground with loud thuds behind him.
"What did you do?" Steve seethed, glaring at Tony, who lifted his face plate up.
"Relax. He's just unconscious. Do you really think I'd actually kill him? Imagine all the paper work."
Steve then decided it would be a good idea to give up this argument now, and he turned and walked back towards the Quinjet, gritting his teeth as he went. Tony had stopped Steve finding out whatever it was this man was going to tell him, and he was livid with him for it.
"Is that it?"
"Yep."
"Will it work?"
"I hope so." Fury and Coulson discussed, staring into the small blue vile. Coulson had discovered a formula, with a list of ingredients and a recipe. With it, they had created this small blue vile of liquid that looked like a much cleaner version of water. "I think it's time to bring one of them in." Fury said, smiling, and Coulson nodded, before leaving the room.
"Steve, what I'm about to tell you.. It's quite big." Fury said seriously, his hands on the desk, as though he was leaning in. "We thought we'd come to you first because you're the, ah, more mature. Should we say?" Fury added.
"Does this have anything to do with Tony?" Steve asked quickly. Fury raised an eyebrow.
"What do you know about Tony Stark?" He asked simply, and Steve rolled his eyes at the Director, whose expression was difficult to read.
"Rich, bit of an idiot, likes to explode Pop Tarts somehow with Clint, stuck-up, likes alcohol..." He trailed away. What didn't he know about Tony Stark? Everyone knew everything about the genius, everything from his parentage to his favourite pair of socks.
"What if I told you he has three different sets of DNA from parents?" Fury said sternly, watching Steve's eyebrows rise.
"Excuse me?" He questioned.
"I'm saying that Howard Stark and Maria Starks DNA aren't the only ones that make up Tony Stark." Fury supplied. Steve gawped.
"What're you saying?"
"I'm saying, Howard used someone else's DNA, hoping to imprint their characteristics into his own son." Steve was in shock. Howard Stark had added someone else's genes into the mix? Was that even possible? He suddenly felt a rush a guilt spread over him. How could someone do that to their own son? Steve thought angrily, he'd never do anything anything like that to his son.
"Do you know whose DNA that would be? Mr Rogers?" Fury asked, and Steve opened his mouth in shock, putting two and two together.
"You mean.. Oh wow... Oh.. what?" Steve couldn't formulate his words properly, still trying to take in what the Director had just told him. He gulped.
"You don't have to get all father-like with him. Actually, I'd suggest you don't mention it to him" Fury said quickly, trying to look past Steve's shocked face. "However, we have reason to believe that some of the super-soldier serum resides within him."
Steve froze. Tony had the super-soldier serum in him? What? When did that happen?
"How do you know?"
"Howard kept analysing and tracking his blood samples, each time coming up positive. Tony of course has no idea."
Steve got up before the Director could say anymore. Tony was his son? His? How did that work? How did Howard even manage that? He left quickly, slamming the door behind him.
Coulson and Fury exchanged looks from inside the room.
"Sir, are we still going to go ahead with it?" Coulson asked, looking at the Director who was scowling, now standing on his feet. He nodded.
Yay or nay? At least Steve knows now, right?
I got a hamster today! I named him Steve :') Because he looks like a Steve. Only everyone thinks he's Steve from Minecraft, not like, Captain America Steve. Which kind of sucks. Anyway, he's adorable and has only bitten me once so far, so that's always a positive :D
Next chapters either coming up tomorrow, or the day after.. depending on how busy I am. See you!