Steve

"Has anyone seen Stark?" I ask from my seat on top of a barstool, in the newly renovated Stark Tower.

Bruce look up from his book with a frown. "Not since last night. I suggest checking the lab downstairs. Second level."

I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face and folding my newspaper as I stand and head for the stairs. Thanks to being extremely serum-enhanced, I made it down to the second floor in about a minute.

It wasn't hard to pick the right lab out of a floor full of them. I just had to follow the teeth-rattling music.

"Stark, I swear if you're down here drunk again-" I yell as I fling the unlocked door open.

But he isn't there. Someone is, though.

A head pokes out from underneath the car in the room. A brunette dame – er, woman – with blue eyes that seem to be studying my every move. "Can I help you, Captain?"

"Um…er…yes…I was wondering where Mr. Stark was?" I stutter out. The woman slides out from beneath the car and wipes her hands on a rag. She's still young, definitely under twenty five.

She looks up at the ceiling. "Jarvis, where is he?"

"Sir is in the back room looking for parts for project 2A-1r0nm4N, ma'am."

I jump at the voice coming out of the ceiling, and the girl sighs. "That's Jarvis, the computer that runs the house. I'll…I'll explain later, come on."

I follow her through the cluttered lab to a back door, where a door opens and she leads me back into an even bigger space, this one stocked floor to ceiling with shelves, like in a library, except these held wires and metal and tools, not books.

"Where is Stark?"

She shrugs. "Somewhere in here. He knows we came in, now we wait."

I sigh again. "So who are you? An assistant?"

"No."

"A girlfriend?"

"Heck no."

"A sister?"

"Nope."

"A wife?"

"Ew, no."

"Then-" I'm cut off by a figure jogging towards us, covered in motor oil. "Stark!"

"Captain." he acknowledges me, the turns to the girl. "Thanks, Taylor. Now don't you have a car to work on?"

She nods and heads for the door, and Stark turns back to me. "What do you need?"

"To find you. Would it kill you to spend more time with your team mates?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I don't know Cap, I'm doing some pretty important work down here. Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Capsicle."

He turns to go back to whatever he was doing, but I stop him with a hand on his arm, causing him to whirl back around.

"Hey! Listen to me while I'm talking, will you? All I'm asking is that you come up and spend time with people like a normal person-"

"Newsflash, Cap, none of us are normal!"

"Well you could act like it, instead of being a hermit 24/7!"

"I'm not being a hermit! I have company!"

"Oh yeah, the girl. What is she, your latest bimbo? You like 'em young, don't you Stark?"

I fail to notice his eyes darken slightly. "Hey!-"

"How does she stand you? You're cocky, stuck up, insufferable-"

"Captain!" another voice enters the conversation, and I turn to see the girl walking back in, this time with power in her stride and she looks mad.

"Ma'am?"

"Don't call me ma'am. And lay off, will you?" she snaps, going to stand in front of the billionaire.

"I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, you know that, right?" he speaks up from behind her.

"I know." she assures him, but she doesn't move, just crosses her arms. "Why would you say those things, Rogers?"

"Because they are true. Look, I don't know who you are, but this is a two man conversation, I would suggest you step out." I advise her.

She glares at me. "And what? Go cook? Clean? Act like I'm delicate? No. And you brought me into this, remember?"

I sigh. This girl is reminding me of Stark, and my temper is running out. "Look, ma'am-"

"Do. Not. Call. Me. That."

"Taylor, it's okay." Tony steps out from behind the girl and lays a hand on her arm. She looks at him, and they seem to have a silent conversation with their expressions, before she sighs and takes a step back.

"Thank you. Now, Stark-"

"Rogers, shut up and listen for a moment will you?"

I click my jaw shut.

"Now, introductions. Rogers, this is Taylor. Taylor Stark."

"Sister or wife?" I narrow my eyes.

"Neither. Daughter." he smugly tells me.

My jaw drops and my eyes bulge. "You have a kid?! Why do we not know this?"

He shrugs. "Bruce does. The rest of you will find out on your own."

I sigh. "I have to deal with two of you now?"

"Hey!" they both object simultaneously.

I turn to the girl – Taylor, looking up and down. "How old are you, anyways, kid?"

She looks annoyed as she taps her foot. "Fourteen."

My jaw goes slack again. "Why are you not in school or something?"

She smirks and gets a devilish twinkle in her blue eyes. "I'm a genius and MIT isn't in session right now."

Isn't MIT a college? The one Stark – the older Stark – went to?

I just decide to throw my arms up exasperatedly. "You know what? Just…forget it. I don't…can't…"

Both Starks glance at me before Taylor turns to her dad. "The gear shift on the car is being fussy, can you come check it out?"

He nods with a smile. "Yeah. Race you!"

They both take off towards the door and hit the lights on their way out, leaving me in a huge warehouse with little light.

"You can find your own way out, Capsicle."

"Don't forget to ask your friendly neighborhood AI for help!"

Oh my…they're multiplying.

This will be fun.