Present Day

Tony's explanation was long and boring, it didn't make much sense to anyone except, maybe, Bruce. Even Bruce looked a little awed at the description of the dynamics and science-y stuff.

"Enough!" Steve cut in after far too long. "Just put it into simple terms, what does the gun do?"

"Fine, don't appreciate my genius." Tony grumbled.

Steve glared at him.

"It was supposed to take you down if needed." Tony said.

"I know that!" Steve was getting very frustrated. "How? Peter got hit! What's going to happen to him?!"

"It was a prototype, I wasn't done fiddling!" Tony said already crying for his defence. "Tell me in detail what happened after he was shot."

"He was on the floor, he looked so confused," Steve looked sad as his mind wandered back. "he couldn't hold himself up, had to pull himself up and it seemed like he was having trouble."

Tony paled much to the concern of all the room's occupants.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." Tony repeated in a mantra.

"Tony, what's wrong." Bruce asked concerned about his friend's current break down.

"No, no, no, no!" Tony's voice was getting louder. "The gun was supposed to weaken Steve! I could never properly test it but theoretically the gun was too strong. I needed to dampen the power. It's a heat seeker, so we could hit a target even with bad aim! It takes a bunch of power before taking more."

"Okay, so it drains power and it's a bit strong, what else?" Clint prompted.

"No, you don't get it!" Tony cried. "Peter is stronger than Steve! The amount it would take to cause Peter to collapse like that… if it hits Steve, the second wave of power draining could kill him!"

"And Peter?" Steve asked bleakly.

"The second wave shouldn't kill him. He could be completely immobile, his limbs might not work." Tony groaned. "The kid is stuck back in time, in the middle of a war, with no powers and no strength at all! Crap, I screwed up."

Steve slammed the table making a huge dent. His anger and fear did not deplete though.

"How long until he's back to normal?" Bruce asked quietly.

"No idea, if the gun worked right, how I wanted it to, Steve would have his power back in three days. With the strength that it's at and if it even works properly, it could take Peter a day, a week, a month, hell, maybe even a year!"

1945

Peter was shaken awake by Jacques who he was sleeping on.

"Come on kid, time to meet the boss lady." He said as he helped Peter up. Peter felt oh-so-slightly stronger then when he drifted off. He still needed help but at least it didn't feel like he was being carried.

Dum Dum led the way into a plain building. Everything about this building was boring. White walls, limited windows, empty corridors. Not until they came to a room with a large bookcase. Falsworth made his way over and did something that Peter didn't see. The bookcase pulled in two and revealed two large metal doors which opened to an elevator.

The room below the boring building was so much more impressive. People were milling about importantly. Lights were flashing on different large maps, ancient TVs sat all over the place. One lady started making her way towards them.

"Gentlemen," she said with a smile. "you're late."

She eyed Peter.

"The boss is expecting you." She said. The woman turned around and made her way through the chaos.

"She so has a crush on me." Happy Sam stated only loud enough for the commandoes to hear.

"I think you're dreaming more than Peter." Dum Dum laughed following after her.

The others followed suit.

They came to a nice office. It was a little plain but it had comfortable seats, a desk with a few picture frames facing away from the door and a woman Peter could not forget. She looked exactly the same as the pictures he'd seen. Except one thing, she had a slight bump in her stomach. Peter could feel himself going pale. This won the weirdest day ever in existence award.

"Dugan, when I said bring me anything interesting, I wasn't talking about people." Peggy Carter said.

Jacques helped Peter into one of the comfortable seats before standing with his comrades in a line behind the seats.

"But ma'am, you'll find this interesting." Dum Dum stated with a smirk. "We infiltrated the base before the alarm was set off and the idiot in charge forgot to shut his door. We got to hear part of his interrogation with this young man. This is Peter."

Dum Dum slapped Peter's shoulder a few times before leaving his hand resting there. Peter wasn't sure if it was meant to be comforting or intimidating.

Peggy looked expectantly at Peter but the teen just shrank further into the seat.

"Apparently we're going to win the war." Dum Dum said almost mockingly.

Peggy raised an eyebrow.

"Tell her what you told him." Dum Dum said, pushing Peter in the chair slightly.

"I didn't tell him much." Peter retorted.

"Then tell me why you're interesting." Peggy said coming over to him. He wasn't sure if she meant to be intimidating or not but he definitely felt intimidated.

"You wouldn't believe me." He said under his breath.

"Say it so the lady can hear." Dum Dum said lightly smacking him up the head. It didn't help his headache.

"You wouldn't believe me." Peter said, trying to stop his voice from shaking. Basically everyone in this room was dead. Including those in the process of being made.

"We live in a strange world, Peter. Try me." Peggy said making her way round to sit on the other side of the desk.

"Please don't ask me to. It's too freaky. This is really weird. Seriously, I just preferred the stories. And this isn't happening, please just let me wake up and-"

"We told you, this ain't a dream." One of them said to him. Peter couldn't tell who, he was too wrapped up in his brain. He flailed his arms, attempting to rise. Dum Dum was having none of it and pushed Peter back down. In the process he knocked the desk violently knocking the cup holding pens and the pictures. One in particular fell to the ground.

Peggy shot up from her chair and went to get it but Peter had already picked it up. He was staring at it with awe.

"I'd like that back please, Peter." Peggy said in a strained voice. Peter didn't move, he just stared at it.

"I'm not sure what can convince you that I've seen this picture before." Peter said sounding very far away.

"That's impossible it's the-"

"I found it in my aunt and uncle's wardrobe in a family album. It's a lot older looking but it's the same picture." Peter said honestly, handing the picture to Peggy.

"I don't know what you're saying but you better explain yourself!" Peggy ordered, clutching the picture frame to her chest tightly.

"Gra – Steve isn't dead." Peter said. He decided it was best to get that bombshell out of the way. Probably a smart idea considering the amount of outburst that came seconds later.

He felt Dum Dum's hands tighten on his shoulders.

"Don't lie." He growled at Peter. The others went quiet.

"I'm not." Peter said trying not to flinch.

"And how do you know this?" Peggy asked tersely.

"He's my great grandpa." Peter said looking at his hands. This story was weird in real life, trying to explain it to people in the past was going to be impossible!

"I'm not lying!" Peter cried out quickly before anyone could argue. "You're carrying my grandma!"

Dum Dum dragged Peter out of his seat and towards the door.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time." Dum Dum apologised on his way to the door. The others glared at him. Peter struggled harder.

"I'm not lying! Steve is stuck in the ice!" Peter blurted out.

"Stark's searched every inch of that ice-" Jacques started.

"And he found the tesseract!" Peter said in a panic.

"Wait!" Peggy called out. Dum Dum stood still, dropping Peter. Peter stopped struggling and leaned into Dum Dum's leg.

Peggy walked over to Peter.

"What is the tesseract?" She asked.

"Bright blue square thing." Peter said. He'd never actually seen it.

"What does it do?" Peggy asked crouching down to his height.

Peter struggled with his thoughts for a few moments.

"I don't really know, I've never seen it." Peter admitted. Peggy huffed and stood up waving her hand as if to dismiss them. "Wait, no, I can't tell you! What if I screw up the future!"

"Kid, you're talking bullocks." Jim stated.

"I'm not!" Peter cried out. "It played a big part in national security in the last couple of years! Aliens and all that."

The others in the room looked at him with disbelief.

"You said you know weird, your boyfriend woke up after being thawed out of the ice after seventy years! There is another Stark running rampant and trying to cause things to blow up. People tried and failed to recreate the super soldier serum and no one has come close. I swear to you, I'm telling the truth!" Peter rambled.

Peggy stalked back over to him.

"If Steve is still alive, tell me where they found him." She demanded.

Peter used Dum Dum as a climbing wall, just like he did with Steve, so he could stand straight. He looked her in the eyes.

"I can't." He said sadly.

"Why not?" she hissed angrily.

"Because he's all I have left." Peter said looking at his shoes.

"What?" Dum Dum prompted curiously, nudging Peter's shoulder.

"We – our family, it's got a really bad track record. You have one daughter, she's dead. You have two grandsons, they're dead too. Your last granddaughter in law died last year. That's when Steve started looking into you, what happened and stuff." Peter said, still not looking up from his shoes.

"I would never put his name on the birth certificate, that would endanger the baby." Peggy protested.

"You have two, one for the documents, one which is kept at SHIELD." Peter explained. "The head of SHIELD called him in, next thing I know," Peter huffed in mirthless laughter. "I have a remaining relative from World War Two and he wants to meet me. Wants to take me in."

"Sit back down, Peter." Peggy orders.

Dum Dum assisted a shaky Peter to the seat he was in before.

"Leave us, men." Peggy ordered. They looked ready to complain when she added, "You can ask him who you shag later."

The men grumbled but obliged, leaving the two relatives in peace.

"Why should I believe you?" Peggy asked. She might want to do so, but that didn't mean he was telling the truth.

"Grandpa said he owed you a dance." Peter said, looking his great grandma in the eyes. She was sold.

"Grandpa?" Peggy asked raising an eyebrow.

"It was Tony's idea – Stark –Tony Stark's idea. He thought it was a funny joke." Peter said fondly. "Now I do it when I make fun of him or sometimes I just do. It just sounds better then Steve sometimes."

"What does he look like?" She asked eagerly.

"Not a day older than this picture." Peter said, "He's the same age he was when the crash happened, just, seventy years later."

Peggy stared at her picture and smiled softly, touching her stomach where his grandmother was growing.

"Please – please don't extensively try to find him." Peter begged. "I need him."

"So do I." she murmured softly.

Peggy proceeded to call the others back in. They slouched around the room, sitting on tables and shelves. Dum Dum collapsed next to Peter in the other seat. They all watched Peter with great interest as he went through the tale of what happened. They didn't question when he said Steve left the room with his phone but it definitely got some odd looks.

It was then time for them to drill Peter about his life and his great grandpa. He was questioned on technology, current affairs, anything that wouldn't impact history with them knowing. Peter slowly started relaxing.

Present Day

Peter had been missing for over a day. Steve was still in the clothes he had been in when Peter vanished, a plain white shirt and jeans with a zip up blue jumper. The only difference was he had his shield close by. Steve regretted punching the intruder so hard. The man was only just coming to and they had had to wait before doing anything. Tony had run off to his lab with the blue gun and hadn't been seen since.

Steve stood impatiently outside the cell with Clint there to be good cop.

The intruder sat up and took in his surroundings.

"I would do the pleasantries but I don't like you enough for that," Clint said breaking the silence. "We're going to ask you some questions which you're going to answer. If you don't, Cap is going to make you regret it."

"You cannot hold me, I-" the man walked up to the invisible cell wall dividing them and walked into it. He screamed in agony as each cell burned! He fell backwards and tried to see what had hurt him. A light orange colour was fading from when he touched the wall.

"Technology these days," Clint smirked. "It's great."

"Who are you?" Captain America ordered.

"My name is Per Degaton." The man answered trying to hide the pain in his voice.

"You said you were from the past, right? Why are you here?" Clint questioned.

"We are losing, I was assigned to research time travel. We must win the war!" Degaton cried. "Hail Hydra!"

Steve went to smash the button so he could go in there and smack the brains out of Degaton but Clint firmly held him back.

"You knock him out again and it'll be longer before we see Peter." Clint told him softly.

Steve nodded but stayed tense, his glare increasing towards their prisoner.

"You're going to tell us how your gun works and then you're going to help us." Clint told Degaton.

"Now why would I do that?" Degaton spat.

1945

Once all of the Howling Commandoes were sure about Peter was who he said he was (including their honorary member, Peggy), they decided to give him a tour of the facilities.

Peter was shocked how well everything was going here with such limited technology. All he could think was what do they do in their breaks if they can't play candy crush?

He kept his thoughts to himself though and tried to ask questions that weren't insulting or mocking. It was hard considering that's how he spoke normally.

Finally they came to the science area of the tour. The rooms stank like a hospitals, they were sterile and full of tables. There were folders neatly stacked in every room with different drawers and shelves, all clearly labelled. One room held chemicals while another held the latest advancements in (ancient) technology.

There was one remaining lab with the door shut.

"Behind this door is one of the brightest men alive today." Peggy explained before knocking. She didn't wait for an answer before going in.

The room was a tip! A complete contrast to the other rooms. It was like being in Tony's lab all over again. There were miniature robots in various stages of creation. Something was sparking in the corner. A box held a glowing orange ball with a large DO NOT TOUCH sticker on it.

In the middle of the room was a mad scientist. His dark hair was all over the place, he had a lab coat on and lab goggles covering a large amount of his face.

The scientist looked up.

"Hey Peg, got anything interesting for me?" he asked taking off his goggles. Peter gaped at the man in front of him, needing more support from Jim Morita, his current helper.

"Who's the kid?" The Tony lookalike asked.

"This is Peter," Peggy said, looking over at Peter. "He's from the future. Peter, this is Howard Stark."

"Holy crap." Peter breathed.

Howard put his goggles down and walked over to Peter looking him up and down.

"Impossible." Howard snarled in distaste.

"Do kids normally dress this strange?" Dum Dum deadpanned.

"Peter, you mentioned you knew a Stark." Peggy prompted. Howard's head snapped to look at her and then back to Peter.

"To-Tony. Yeah." Peter stuttered. This was so surreal.

"I have a son?" Howard asked in confusion. Then he scoffed. "You know me Peg, I could never settle down. I don't want a kid!"

"I know Howard bu-"

"You got that across to him clearly enough." Peter said bitterly. He then paled slightly when he realised what he said and who he said it too.

"What?" Howard snapped.

"Your son," Peter said trying to look brave. "He said you were an arse. Said you never really cared about him, spent your time just working."

Peggy raised an eyebrow.

"See, that sounds like you." Peggy said.

"And what is this boy like?" Howard asked trying to sound disinterested.

"Well, not so much a boy, he's an adult, might even have grey hair or two," Peter said with a fond smile remembering one time in the lab with Tony and Bruce. "He's a genius, he can be annoying sometimes and forgets to eat. Pepper has to drag him out of his lab."

"Pepper?" Howard questioned.

"She's his girlfriend. She's awesome and can be really scary." Peter said.

"Has he carried on Stark Industries?" Howard asked paying more attention.

"Ye-yeah, I mean, sort of." Peter stumbled.

"What do you mean?" Howard asked.

"Well, he kind of changed the direction and stuff after stuff happened and now he's working on other stuff and he's busy with stuff so Pepper is the CEO and yeah. Stark Industries is thriving." Peter rambled, avoiding eye contact.

"Changed direction?" Howard was starting to look angry.

"Well, he had a life changing experience and decided to help the world rather than destroy it." Peter explained nervously.

"My son's a damn hippie!" Howard shouted.

"No!" Peter argued, trying to move forwards and almost toppling over. Jim steadied him.

"Then what!" Howard demanded.

"He found out there was dealing under the table and decided to put a stop to it!" Peter clarified. "He's not a hippie, he's just Tony, I don't really know what goes on in his head."

"Like father, like son." Peggy said with a twitch of her lips.

Howard rolled his eyes at her.

"I'm going to get some air." Howard huffed dumping his lab coat and quickly leaving.

Peter breathed out a breath he didn't realise he was holding in.

"Don't worry, Peter," Peggy said giving his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. "He can be a little hot headed sometimes. Back to the tour. Or maybe bed, you look ready to sleep for days."

Peter just shook his head.

"Do you mind if I just sit in here for a bit. It looks a lot like Tony's, like home." Peter said, his eyes roaming the room again.

Peggy nodded and Jim moved Peter until he was close enough to lean on a table. He started shuffling around the room, careful not to touch anything. Even with some knowledge of the future and all the technology and science improvements, Peter wasn't sure if he'd be able to decipher and assist with any of Howards work. It all looked so complicated.

Peggy pushed the others out and left Peter to roam. It was silly to feel home sick so soon but he wasn't sure if he would be able to go back. To delay the inevitable break down, Peter wrapped himself in the familiarity of science and a Stark lab.

He ended up on one of the wooden stools at the side just observing the room. He pretended he could hear Tony muttering to himself with Bruce adding input or complaining about how many hours they had been going. It was to that thought he drifted off, leaning against the wall, tears of sadness slowly leaking down his cheeks.

He didn't hear Howard come back in and stop abruptly. The man may be an arse but he saw the tear streaks and grabbed one of his coats, covering Peter's frame before getting to work on one of his quieter projects. He was also asleep when Peggy and Dum Dum came in to collect Peter. Peggy quietly explained Peter's situation, the date he was from, how Steve was alive and how they were related. Meanwhile Dum Dum debated waking Peter and lifting him. In the end Dum Dum lifted Peter up and followed Peggy to an empty room where they had set up a military cot. Peter was left there to sleep through the night.

Present Day

Tony was busy trying another test on the blue gun when Steve and Clint walked in purposefully, Steve carrying his shield in one hand and something else in the other. Steve dropped the something else on the table Tony was working on causing Tony to become aware of his current company.

The object looked like a Go-Pro chest strap. Instead of a camera in the middle though, it held a white box with dials and switches. It was no bigger than a large hand. The dials had a variety of numbers and words like Decade and Year. The numbers went up from zero to nine. There were seven dials altogether.

"It's how you send someone back." Steve said loudly. He then dropped a blue button. "This is how he's been jumping time."

"Let me guess, if you set the first dial to one, next one nine, then four and five you end up in nineteen forty five?" Tony guess. Steve nodded.

"He fiddled with the device." Clint cut in. "Mixed the days dials so we can't arrive at the same time."

"And the gun?" Tony asked.

"It's to force someone back to the date set on this device." Steve explained in a strained voice. "The button was for him."

"Can the button take two people?" Tony asked.

"I looked into what Steve said about the blue on Peter's skin." Bruce said, coming in. "It went onto his clothes rather than just leaving them. If the skins were touching, the other person should be taken as well."

"Then why wasn't the freaking carpet taken?" Clint argued.

"Was Peter wearing socks?" Bruce asked Steve to which Steve nodded.

"Then his skin wasn't touching the carpet. It was touching his clothes." Bruce explained.

"So we could arrive either a day or a month after Peter?" Steve asked slightly panicky.

"No, you said the guy only fiddled with the days? We'll arrive in the same month." Tony said helpfully earning a glare from Steve.

"How did the man know where to travel too?" Bruce asked.

Clint smirked and stepped forward. He dropped something that looked like a hearing aid on the table.

"He would think of a person or place. It's sort of telepathic, he thought of me when he found out I was alive and arrived in my living room." Steve said with a stone blank face.

"Why not just leave the moment he woke up?" Bruce asked curiously.

Clint's smirk grew into a grin.

"You can't use it with a headache." Clint explained. "So that guy wasn't going anywhere."

"Sir," Jarvis called out. "I have an important message for you."

"Not now Jarv." Tony snapped, looking back at the devices he was given.

"It's from Howard Stark." Jarvis added.

"Later." Tony argued.

"It's labelled Peter." Jarvis finished.

Tony instantly stopped and looked up at the ceiling.

"Play it." Tony ordered.

A video appeared in the middle of the lab. At his desk sat Howard Stark, he looked about the same as when Tony had last seen him. It must have been close to when he died.

"Hi Tony," the electronic Howard said. "I really hope you get this at the right time. Hopefully it gets to you a day or two before everything goes wrong. I can't remember the date specifically."

Howard huffed before running a hand through his hair.

"I never told you this but during the war we had a visit from a weird kid. He told me apparently I'm an arse of a father. I wanted to slap him. I don't like being bad at anything and this kid tells me I'm crap. Then I look back now and realise he was right. I'm sorry about that." Howard sounded sincere. "This kid looked up to you so I thought I might as well do something right. I almost forgot about doing this. I wasn't sure how to leave a note that would arrive at the right time. Any earlier and I think you'd think I'd lost it."

Tony let out a humourless snort.

"Peter arrived a Hydra camp in the Alps. Don't ask why it was there, I don't know. He arrived on the 15th of April 1945 I think. He was at a military compound. You'll get all the files with the video. We got split up though. I can't for the life of me remember where Peggy took him. You'll have to ask me if you can get there. The rest of the memory is a bit messed up." Howard explained. "Tony, I'm sorry I'm a crap dad. I hope if you get the chance, you'll do it better than me. Just know, all my inventions, they were to make a better future for you."

Tony stared at his hands blankly for what seemed like forever. The others fell into a companionable silence. Then Tony got up and started typing furiously. Soon, the room was filled with hologram screens of the data Howard had shared with them. Tony drew up a map and started making plans.

"Cap, memorise that map!" Tony ordered.

Steve just looked dumbfounded causing Clint to roll his eyes.

"You go back into the past," Clint said with dramatic hand movements. "You drive down to said military complex, ask Howard where Pete is, then get another map and go get Peter."

Finally Steve looked like he understood and grabbed the time travel settings device. He started adjusting it so he would arrive on the fifteenth of April. The other settings seemed to be in place. He made sure he still had his shield close by. In his mind he was thinking of the place Peter arrived at, the Hydra base on the map. Maybe he'd get there before Peter left.

"Cap, hang on." Bruce walked up to him urgently. "We don't know how it works or even if it will work."

"I have to try!" Steve argued.

"Does it matter? Whether you wait for the geeks to do their tests or not, you'll arrive on the same day." Clint pointed out.

"No, I'm going now." Steve said grabbing the button before anyone could stop him. He gazed quickly at the map and the directions before slamming his palm on the button. Just like where Peter had been shot, Steve's hand had veins of blue crawling up his skin. He quickly grabbed his shield with his spare hand so that there was skin contact. Soon, the blue lines had spread all over his body and he vanished in a flash of light.

"Best of luck to him." Clint acknowledge with a respectful nod. "What do we do now?"

A/N: I'm speaking for the author right now because she's having some rest and recuperation with a dog right now, but she probably says thank you so much for even more reviews and faves and follows! You guys are blowing her mind.