"That's illegal."

"It's not."

"Sneaking into someone's house and drugging them is illegal."

"Tony signed the agreement."

"What?! It looks like it was written by a five year old!"

"Four, actually."

"That's besides the point! It's still not right!"

Steve was fuming as he listened to Fury and Coulson's excuses. He'd been called into Shield at six O'Clock in the morning. He didn't mind much, because he was already awake. But then they told him what they'd done. Then he was regretting waking up so early.

"Captain Rogers, we can assure you this is fully legal." Fury nodded. Steve gaped.

"What about breaking into someone's house?! Couldn't Tony sue you for drugging him anyway?!" Steve was livid as he roared at the Director, who stood resolutely behind his desk, arms behind his back.

"We're a government agency, Captain. We are allowed to do things other people can't." Fury told him. Steve was frowning. The worst part was though that he didn't even know if Tony was okay. He'd left before he'd woken up.

"Do you know if he's okay?" Steve asked, concerned, dropping all anger.

"He's still asleep." Coulson interjected quickly. Steve looked at the clock on the wall. 7am. That was normal, right?

"What do you thinks going to happen to him?" Steve asked? Looking into the eyes of both men, which were impossible to read. No wonder they were spies.

"Honestly, we don't know." Fury told him honestly. Steve sighed and pushed his hand through his hair. "All we did was give him a booster. Howard said that Tony was showing no signs of having any of the serum, but he said that in the event of this ever resurfacing we could give him a booster to see what happens. It'll prove whether he had the serum in him or not. Otherwise he'll still be Tony."

Steve glared. Not at Fury. Or Coulson. He had liked Howard Stark. Thought he was a good guy. A bit rash admittedly. But never the less, a nice guy. Now it was like someone scratching new lines into his memories of him. So that it all looked different. Now they were telling him that not only had he used his DNA for his own son, but now they were telling him that he'd made tiny Tony sign a piece of paper saying any further carryings on with the serum was allowed to involve him? And that what his self said on the matter in the future should be discarded? He was seeing the man in a whole new light now. And he didn't like it.

"If Howard already knew what the serum was, and how it worked, then why did he use my DNA to try and use on Tony? Why not make some more?" Steve asked suddenly, thinking.

He watched as the Director bit his lip, and saw a wave of what appeared to be guilt wash over his face, but it vanished as quickly as it had come.

"Well, we have reason to believe that after Howard gave up in his attempts to find you again, he decided he, ah, wanted to try and create you." Steve was shocked. Howard had tried to essentially clone him? Was that possible?

"So.. What you're saying is..?"

"What I'm saying was it didn't work. Instead of a baby version of you popping out, Tony popped out. Howard had hoped that by using your genes, you'd be recreated, but it didn't work." Steve was in shock. To put it mildly.

Not for the first time that week, he got up and stormed from the office. Minds eye collecting thousands of punching bags to destroy.

Inside the office, Coulson turned to face the Director, who was looking grim.

"Well that went well."

"Is he still asleep?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Steve?"

"No idea."

"Are you being this helpful on purpose?"

"No. Wait yes. I don't know. Natasha help me."

Bruce sighed as his conversation with Clint grew to a halt. It was fast approaching 11am and Tony was still in bed, and Steve was nowhere to be found.

"Jarvis, is Tony okay?" Bruce asked the AI.

"Mr Stark appears to be fine sir. Heart rate normal, Brain functioning normally. No anomalies to mention, Dr Banner." Jarvis replied swiftly.

"Thanks Jarvis." Bruce flopped onto the sofa, running a hand through his hair. "Where's Steve?"

"Captain Rogers is currently in the middle of the Pacific Ocean-"

"What?!"

"On board the Helicarrier, Sir." Jarvis finished, and Bruce blew out a sigh of relief. Jarvis sure did know how to scare him.

"Tony probably has a hangover Bruce." Natasha shrugged as she walked over, clutching a mug of steaming hot tea as she did so, before plonking herself down next to Clint.

"I guess. But why's Steve on the Helicarrier?" Bruce asked, wondering allowed.

"Dunno, probably seeing of he can get extra credit? You know how teachers pets are."

Clint let out a curse as Natasha slapped him playfully around the head. Bruce looked between the two before sighing again and standing up.

"Where're you going?" Natasha asked, eyes following him as he turned his back on them.

"Lab." He said simply and walked off.

He couldn't help but feel something was wrong here. Something was very wrong.

That was stupidly short. I know. What do you lot want Tony to be like? I'm taking your opinion on this! Do you want him to be no different? Nice? Evil? What? The decision is yours!