"Sorry, did I make you jump?" Tony slowly backed into the closed door, searching with his arm to find the door handle with his eyes transfixed on the man in front of him.
"Sorry, I'll- I'll just- go." He stammered, finding the door handle and beginning to turn it slowly, pushing the door open with his back and slowly stepping from the bathroom. A hand grabbed the front of his jumper a pulled him back in, the door shutting behind him.
"Now why would you want to do that?" Tony attempted to kick him, but his little legs were too short so instead he kicked the air madly. Why was he so afraid of him?
"Honestly Tony, what's wrong with you? I'm your dad."
"No you're not!" Tony said, still flailing around madly, trying to get free but failing miserably.
"Am so. You have my DNA. Howard is dead. I think that makes me your dad." Tony began to yell as he finally managed to kick his shin, causing Steve to drop him and enabling him to run from the room.
"Uncle Clint! Uncle Clint!" He yelled as he quickly slammed the door shut, trapping Steve inside momentarily.
Tony carried on running towards where they'd be watching the film, still screeching for Clint to come to his aid. As he ran, he was about to turn the corner before:
WHAM
He collided heavily with something and fell to the floor. Seeing the towering figure standing over him, he began to crawl backwards on his hands before the new figure spoke. He let out a sigh of relief as he realised who it was.
"Tony? Are you alright?" Clint asked, stretching out a hand and helping him up. Tony excepted it with trembling fingers and allowed to be pulled upright, checking over his shoulder.
"What happened?" Clint asked, looking worried.
"Steve, Steve was in the bathroom." Tony panted. Clint smiled slightly.
"You telling me you saw the great Captain Americas bottom?" Clint smirked. "Did it smell?"
Tony shook his head.
"No, he wasn't using the toilet. He was just standing there."
"He was probably just posing Tony, he does it all the time." Tony shook his head again. Clint noticed the severe level of panic in the kids eyes and held out his hand. Tony accepted it. "C'mon."
"Where are we going?"
"To find Steve."

"You know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think it's ice cream time."
Pepper beamed at Natasha's suggestion, standing up quickly and running over to the kitchen. Natasha joined her a few seconds later and began to pull some dishes down from the cupboard. Pepper opened the freezer and pulled out the Mint Choc Chip ice cream.
"Should we do some for Tony and Clint?" Pepper asked, as she watched Natasha pull out the chocolate cracking sauce.
"Don't see why not." Natasha grinned as she pulled down two more bowls. "Do me a massive favour and take these to Thor and Bruce? Then I'll give you an extra big scoop." Pepper grinned and pulled the two bowls off the work top and began carrying them towards the door.
"Hi Steve." She said as she spotted the super-solider walking into the room.
"Hey Pepper. Having ice cream are we?"
"Yep!" Pepper beamed at Steve "Natasha's in the kitchen doing some more if you want?" Steve started to walk with her down the corridor.
"No I'm okay thanks, do you know where Tony is?" He asked casually. Pepper shrugged.
"He went to the toilet then called Clint for something." Steve frowned slightly. But didn't say anything more. He didn't want to bring suspicion to himself.
"You know, Tony's worried." Pepper said suddenly, braking the silence that had fallen.
"How so?"
"Well, he told me he's doesn't want to live with you." Steve sighed. It figured.
"Understandable really."
"And me and Tony remember everything." Steve froze.
"What?"
"We remember being adults. Tony said he remembered when Loki had him. Then when we were in the library he told me stuff then I remembered too."
Steve pulled a face. If they did remember, then this whole thing would fall apart.
"Then why are you still acting like a kid?" He asked.
"Fun I guess." Pepper shrugged.

"What's the point in all this?" Loftus asked, looking over at Loki from where he sat on the park bench.
"We had to get them off our scent." Loki replied simply. Loftus let out a hollow laugh.
"You're the God of Mischief! Surely they'll expect something?" It was Loki's turn to smile now.
"That doesn't mean they're not naive."
"It's still risky. What will happen when Steve does it?" Loftus asked, Loki shrugged.
"They won't suspect it's us. They'll think it's someone else. Then Steve will turn back to normal." Loftus frowned.
"Will he remember anything?"
"Probably not. We have to get them on our side though. This is the best way of doing it."
Loftus threw himself back onto the park bench. Watching the pigeons strut around, pecking the ground when they found something to eat.
"This is like one of those ridiculous plans from Road-Runner.

hope you enjoyed that chapter :) guys... FRIDAY TOMORROW!