Tony soared through the clear blue sky, slowly accelerating as he skimmed a hundred feet above the waves of the Atlantic. JARVIS was recording his speed and maneuverability, but Tony knew he needed to stay under the radar, literally. His on-board radar would alert him to any vessels in the immediate area and Rhodey was monitoring him from the penthouse. JARVIS was already fabricating another suit, with slightly heavier armor for his best friend, as a compromise for when he had announced he wouldn't mass produce them for the military.

They had worked hard to negotiate an agreement which brought in the Air Force as the primary oversight for what Tony and Rhodey would be doing, but they also had the joint blessing of the US President and the MACUSA President. The ICW had agreed to spearhead an international agreement, adding one of their Aurors as a liaison. Proudfoot would fulfil that capacity for the magical side in the states. Aunt Peggy had offered to step in as well, especially with their mission of quietly eradicating HYDRA. Bucky, Sirius, and Graves, with Tony and Rhodey, would do the primary investigations and missions.

The group's secondary mission was to find the remaining Death Eaters, the Horcruxes, and what was left of Tom Riddle. Kingsley Shacklebolt had been assigned to assist them. Arcturus had provided information on as many of the known Death Eaters who remained at large and given the groups access to Black library. There was a squad of specially trained ICW Aurors who would help them with any missions. The concentration at the moment was twofold, one to identify those with the Dark Mark and two, to locate the other Horcruxes.

Part of both the teams' missions was to help locate and deal with the HYDRA weaponry, including the warheads in the Valkyrie Steve Rogers crashed into the Artic in 1945. Aunt Peggy had brought the problem secretly to both the presidents and the ICW when she learned that the HYDRA bombs were most probably still armed, and possessed the ability to explode. It was something Tony and Rhodey had discovered, and Bucky confirmed, when they read through the notes Howard had left, pointing to the Tesseract as the energy HYDRA had employed to create their arsenal. They were hoping the magicals could render the bombs safe, at least until they could be transported to an area where their detonation wouldn't injure anyone.

"All right, Tony, head up, the sky is clear." Rhodey's voice came through his HUD. "Don't need you to break any records; just check and make sure we've fixed the icing problem."

"Okay, JARVIS, take us up," Tony told his AI as he gradually lifted upwards until he was vertical. "Increase thruster power to 70%."

"Yes, Sir," JARVIS answered immediately. "You have an incoming phone call from

Dr. Strange, Sir. Shall I connect it?"

Tony frowned at that, wondering why the good doctor wasn't on the golf course on a Saturday afternoon. "Please, JARVIS."

The click of a connection had Tony speaking, wishing cellphones had video like the mirrors did. "Hello? Dr. Strange?"

There was a bit of a pause, before a tired male voice answered. "Dr. Stark, I presume. What can I do for you?"

Tony couldn't get much of a read on the voice, other than tired sounding and a bit of impatience. "I understand you have a developed a revolutionary new technique for dealing with nerves, Dr. Strange."

"That is correct, Stark, but it wouldn't be something adaptable for anything connected to the heart."

Well, someone had done his homework, Tony thought. "You've utilized this technique to reattach nerves to the spinal column."

"Correct—"

"Would it be applicable to reattach major nerve connections in the brain?" Tony cut him off. If the guy was going to be a prick; Tony could go there.

"I—yes, the technique would lend itself well in that environment."

"Great! I've got a specific situation where it seems your technique could prove revolutionary. When would you be available to for a more in-depth discussion of the case?"

The was a pause. "You do realize I am still a resident, right?"

Tony grinned. "I do, and if we go forward, this procedure will be under the supervision of several experienced cerebrovascular neurosurgeons."

There was a sigh. "I would assume there will be NDAs involved."

"Absolutely!" Tony laughed. "JARVIS, will you set a date for the meeting with the doctor, please?"

"Of course, Sir."

Tony waited until he heard the click indicating the call had disconnected, before he laughed. He hoped Strange's bedside manner was better than his conversational abilities or Bucky might punch him. He glanced at the altimeter and leveled out, checking for any signs of the icing that had scared the shit out of him the first time he'd taken the suit for test flight. No one had been impressed by that stunt.

"I'm leveling off at 25,000 feet, Honey Bear, with no signs of icing."

"You're still in the clear, Tony, but are appearing on radar, so come back down and we'll call it a day."

"Worry wart," Tony muttered, but went into a shallow dive, gradually back down to a thousand feet and headed back towards the penthouse.

Landing on the reenforced platform outside, Tony walked over to the elevator, JARVIS taking him down to his workshop where the rings took the armor off. It was a miniature of the set-up Tony planned to put in Stark Tower when it was built. An Expansion Charm gave him plenty of room for the moment, but Tony wanted to be able to fabricate new suits in his workshop, instead of having to do that in the New Jersey warehouse. Rhodey's suit was ready to do the final assembly and testing one, which they would be working on tomorrow.

Walking up the stairs, Tony scooped Harry up as he came running towards him.

"Papa! You were gone forever!" His son gave him sad, puppy eyes.

"You need to stop learning things from Helena, bambino!" Tony laughed as he peppered his son's face with kisses.

Harry giggled and buried his face into Tony's neck as he carried him into the living room. Sirius rose to his feet to meet him, giving him a welcoming kiss. Bucky, sat at the dining room table surrounded by maps and notes, lifted his hand in greeting.

"How'd the flight go?" Sirius asked as they settled onto the couch, Harry scooting down and taking off toward his room.

Tony gave Sirius a smile. "It went great and I was able to take the suit up to altitude without icing or any difficulty breathing. We'll get Rhodey's suit put together tomorrow and see if the new seals work, as I'm pretty sure we'll find the plane underwater—"

"On the ice shelf, actually," Bucky interrupted him, grabbing the map and bringing it over to spread out on the coffee table. "In looking over all the information Peggy was able to give us, I think Steve actually set the plane down on an ice shelf."

Tony frowned as he looked at the area Bucky had marked in red. "The engines would have still been hot, Buck, they would have melted through the ice."

"Just the surface ice." Bucky shook his head. "The Lindbergh article in the 1934 National Geographic magazine showed a clear definition of the coast and how far the ice shelf extended, but there were several melts between 1938 and 1943."

Harry came back into the living room, the book he was currently reading under his arm as Bucky asked JARVIS to display the article he was referencing up on the glass screen. Tony studied the map as Bucky was talking.

"There was so much difference in the next study in 1968, that the boundaries had to be redrawn around parts of Canada. Now, Mrs. Lindbergh herself had redrawn the area around Greenland in 1934. If the surface of the ice shelf had melted and refrozen, the Valkyrie could have broken through the top of the ice and sank down to the shelf itself, which could be from 160 feet to 2000 feet down."

"And where was it Howard was searching?" Tony asked, looking at the sets of lines.

Bucky pointed to an area to the northeast of Greenland and Tony nodded, as numerous light blue areas showed up.

"Tesseract was found just south of where Howard started his searches, but—" Bucky shrugged.

Tony looked between the map and Bucky's face. "Where do you think Steve put the plane down?"

"Here," Bucky pointed to a point due north of Greenland, and not far off the coast of Russia. "I think he put it down somewhere around here."

Tony tapped his fingers on the reactor in his chest. "Was there anything in the information you and the task force found at those HYDRA facilities in DC that indicated the bastards ever tried to find Steve?"

"No, nothing at all."

"Peggy and Rhodey both think Camp Lehigh should be the next target, as that's where the bunker was built for the Tesseract Project. She said it should have the most advance computers of the time in it."

Bucky nodded, still studying the map. "She may be right."

An arm slid around his waist as Sirius came to stand beside him. "Grandfather may have found something that can help, both with Steve and the kids."

The Kinship tracing ritual Arcturus had found would be relatively easy, with Bucky's intent and love pushed into his magic to complete it. They needed to wait until the vessel got in the area of where they thought the plane had gone down, so the location would be check immediately. There was a draw back with the ritual, as the person they were searching for had to be enough alive to be recognized. Bucky fretted over that, as magic could determine life as long as the heart was beating, but he had overheard the HYDRA scientist talk about how low his heart rate had dropped while he was in cryostasis.

While the potion to do the blood trace on the children was a challenge, the MACUSA Potions Master assured them she would have it ready within two weeks. Once ready, it would only need Bucky's blood to complete it. The potion would then be poured onto a parchment map, treated by the goblins, which would be able to pinpoint where the two children were. More than once, Tony found Bucky sitting in the dark living room late at night, worried about what they would find when they did locate the two. Bucky's fears ran the gambit, between finding adults who wouldn't want anything to do with him or helpless infants who were like the Steve he'd grown up with: small, scrawny, and asthmatic.

While they waited for the potion, Tony and Rhodey had done a flyover of the Artic Ocean to remap the area, setting a starting point for the Artic exploration vessel out of Iceland, which SI was funding. It would take the ship a least ten days to navigate up the little used Northeast passage and along the edge of Russia's territory waters, to the area they thought the Valkyrie had gone down. Tony had made sure the ship had the latest in ground penetrating radar, especially designed for use in the ice. In addition, several new satellites were helping in the search, something Howard had never had in the past.

"Sir?"

JARVIS' voice pulled him out of his thoughts and Tony refocused. "What's up J?"

"Lord Black has arrived with Goblin Steeljaw, Sir."

Tony looked up from the paperwork he was signing. "I'll meet them in the workshop, JARVIS."

Feeling his heart pick up in anticipation, Tony flexed his wrist and Banished the paperwork to his office at SI, where he knew Pepper would find it. Bucky would be in the classroom with the kids at the moment and he made his way down the stairs. Tony made sure he wasn't seen by Harry or his classmates as he signaled Bucky. Harry knew what was happening, and Tony had given him an extra tight hug that morning, in anticipation of having to leave soon. Remus gave him a small nod of acknowledgement when they slipped out of the door. Bucky silently followed him down to the workshop.

"Steeljaw, thank you for coming today!" Tony breezed into the workshop, where he could see Sirius had already cleared off the closest work bench.

The goblin, impeccably dressed in a black suit, gave Tony a short bow. "It was my pleasure, Lord Carbonell, as I knew you and Mr. Barnes were anxiously awaiting the potion."

"We really appreciate this, Steeljaw," Bucky responded and bowed in return, before turning and thanking Arcturus as well.

The pleasantries done with, Steeljaw withdrew a roll of parchment from the leather bag he carried and handed it to Sirius, who unfurled it on the top of the workbench. Tony stepped up beside Sirius, Bucky on his other side as Steeljaw drew a large vial of pearlescent potion and a small dagger from his bag. Bucky offered his right hand immediately, and they all watched intently as his finger was pricked. Tony didn't even try and count the number of drops went into the potion, but it was certainly more than they used for the heritage test. Steeljaw gently swirled the potion for a minute, before pouring it into the center of the parchment.

It took several minutes before lines began to appear on the parchment in different shades of green and brown. The colors rapidly spread over the map, lining out an unfamiliar topography as they watched. The map became more detailed, the colors solidified into forests and open spaces. Tony could see an area which looked like buildings, defining the edge of a city.

"JARVIS, can you identify the area?"

There was a pause as his AI accessed available mapping programs available on the internet. Tony would have to work on an interface in order to get instant, real-time satellite images.

"It appears the map is of a rural area outside Rochester, Minnesota, Sir."

"Minnesota?" Sirius scowled.

"North and west, near the Great Lakes," Tony replied, his forehead furrowed in concentration. "Damn it! The Mayo Clinic main genetic research labs are in Rochester!"

"Okay, makes sense," Bucky grounded out. "Is there a more specific location?"

"As close as I can pinpoint it, the Moon Valley Wildlife Management Area, in an underground facility." JARVIS provided.

The parchment map showed two pulsating red dots in the area JARVIS had identified, a small open area near a forest and mountains. They all leaned over the parchment to see if it would give them more details, but it didn't. Tony's eyes tracked over the area, committing it to memory.

"All right," Sirius straightened. "Bucky, gear up and I'll get Proudfoot to make us a Portkey. We'll go in with the covert team and recon the area while Tony and Rhodey fly in." He glanced over and met Tony's eyes. "I'll have JARVIS get a jet enroute with a healer and a doctor."

Nodding, Tony watched as Sirius casted his Patronus, sending instructions to Proudfoot and Graves. Studying the map for a few more seconds, Tony headed towards the assembly rings in the back of the lab, as the rest headed up the stairs.

"JARVIS, send the information to Rhodey and plot the fastest route."

"Yes, Sir."

"Max!"

The little house-elf popped in at once. "Yes, Master Tony?"

"It's time. Make sure all the protection elves are ready and let Taffy known so she can alert Remus. Remind Mazzy and Lenz that the penthouse is on absolute lock-down and Arcturus will be here if you need further direction. Have the house-elves take the children home when class is over, please." Tony pointed toward the parchment. "That is where we are going, the children are in an underground facility."

Max looked fierce. "Wes ready, Master Tony!"

Tony stepped onto the platform and stood still as the armor built around him. A short elevator ride to the balcony and Tony was in the air. JARVIS put the flight plan, as well as the image of the parchment on his HUD and he pushed the speed up as far as he dared. Rhodey joined him as he approached Chicago. Bucky's comm came on-line when they slowed and dropped under radar as they approached the area.

"—the best point of entry will be on the Northeast side of the complex—"

"Where are you, Winter?" Tony asked, coming in from the North side.

"Edge of the tree line, just to your right."

Tony spotted the group and pulled back, hovering at a thousand feet. "Where do you want us?"

"Give us a minute to get into the building quietly so we can disable the security and then you can take out the HYDRA agents protecting the perimeter, so we have a clear path out."

"With pleasure!"

Tony had expected heavy resistance, but even he underestimated the ferocity of the battle. Two of the other Winter Soldiers had been brought in to guard the research laboratory, probably in anticipation of Bucky launching an attack. The raids on the other HYDRA facilities had been done very quietly, with Bucky and the covert group being disillusioned, which led back to there being at least one high-level leak within SHIELD. The ICW and MACUSA Aurors were able to take down the foot soldiers and capture the scientists fairly easily, petrifying them so none of them could bite down on the cyanide capsules inplanted in their teeth. The level of fighting ramped up the deeper they went into the underground laboratories. Tony and Rhodey had aggressively taken out the perimeter guards and blasted their way into the front of the building. Rhodey positioned himself there with the Aurors to keep it clear.

Tony's heart clenched when they lost communications with Bucky and he'd had Max immediately popped him to where the man was. Bucky was battling the two HYDRA Super Soldiers in front of a closed, reenforced door. A repulsor shot took out the male solider, slamming him into a wall, allowing Max petrify and bind him. The female was vicious and managed to blow off Bucky's metal hand, taking the lower part of his forearm with it, and spinning him into the door in agony. The weapon she used reminded Tony of the description in Howard's notes of the weapons the Red Skull had created using the Tesseract. Tony shot both hand repulsors at the weapon and the resulting explosion tore the woman apart, causing the ceiling to collapse onto the male Winter Soldier.

Tony had a tough time feeling bad about it. Sirius appeared beside him, casting a Shielding Spell to protect them from the debris. Tony moved to Bucky's side, where he was staggering to his feet, his face white with pain. Still, Bucky staggered to the door, trying to batter it down with what was left of his prosthetic.

"Winter, move away and I'll blow it open!"

"No! The kids—"

Tony stepped closer, flexing his forearm. "I have a laser, step back!"

Sirius steadied Bucky with a hand on his flesh arm as Tony activated his laser and cut through the lock on the door. He ducked a volley of bullets as the door swung open, before stepping fully into the room, his hand raised to shoot, only to find an older male in a white lab coat on the ground, foaming at the mouth. The room appeared to be an examination room, with two smaller exam tables, several pieces of medical equipment he didn't recognize, but no children.

Bucky came in after him, his eyes systematically doing a search of the room. "I heard them crying in here!"

Sirius twirled his wand in a broad circle and cast what Tony recognized as a Revealing Charm, jumping in shock as the outline of a small child became visible just in front of his feet. He quickly stepped back to allow Bucky to come closer.

"Finite Incantatem!" Sirius casted again, wand movement much more intricate on this spell.

Suddenly, the wailing of a baby sounded in the room and Bucky fell to his knees beside the child, who turned out to be wrapped protectively around a baby. Bucky muttered to them in a quiet, reassuring voice, first in Russian and then English, before the child lifted its head. Tony bit down on a gasp as a miniature of Steve Rogers' face stared back at them. With short, dark hair and Bucky's blue eyes, Tony thought the child looked to be around three years old. Eyes filled with fear, the child cringed away from Bucky initially, before slowly leaning closer as he continued to speak softly.

"I'm going to pick you up now, so we can take you to a nicer place, all right?" Bucky spoke softly but firmly and leaned in to wrap his arm around the two, as the baby continued to cry loudly.

"Max!" Tony called, grabbing Bucky under the elbow to help him stand.

The house-elf appeared with a crack, looped an arm around Bucky's thigh, whisking he and the kids away to the waiting plane. The short distance between the laboratory and airstrip shouldn't aggravate any existing wounds, Tony hoped. He took a deep breath in the sudden silence and looked around.

"Is this the computer, Tones?" Sirius asked from across the room.

Tony made his way over to where Sirius was standing by an open door. Inside what he thought was a closet, were several interconnected server towers filling the space. Looking over the set-up, Tony quickly located where the main data storage files are and cut the section out with his laser. Hefting it up onto his shoulder, Tony backed out of the small room and turned to Sirius.

"Anyone else left in the facility?" Tony inquired as JARVIS checked for heat signatures.

"No one still alive."

"Everyone in a position to leave?" He asked quietly, the silence around them now felt oppressive – they'd been there almost too long.

"Yes, we're done," Sirius cast his Patronus.

Tony nodded and had his helmet close around his head again. "Rhodey! We've got what we needed, so head out!"

"Jodi's with me, so she's going to take us back to the house."

"Sirius and I are headed to the plane first, and as soon as we're out, blow the place up!"

With Sirius holding onto his back, Tony flew up the stairwell and out the entrance. Rhodey and Proudfoot were standing out by the destroyed fence line as they exited, both firing a battery of missiles and spells into the building before disappearing from sight. Tony kept his speed low, but quickly moved up and away from the impending blast. The plane was at the edge of a small airport on the outskirts of Rochester, but close enough to hear and feel the rumble of the explosion.

Sirius boarded the plane quickly, Max appeared at Tony's side just as JARVIS released the manual latches for Tony to step out of the armor. "Take it back to the workshop, please, Max."

Heading up the ramp, Tony hit the button for it to retract. "Get us in the air!"

Glancing around, Tony dropped into the empty seat beside Bucky, who still had the baby in his arms, while the child was seated on one of the sofas with two of the medical team. The baby was thankfully quiet, gnawing on its fist as it looked up at the man who cradled him to his chest. Both children looked a bit like Harry had, when Tony retrieved him a year ago, thin and wary. He couldn't see any obvious bruises on either child, but that didn't mean much, knowing what he did of the treatment Bucky and other experiments had endured.

Bucky's prosthetic hung at his side and Tony gently laid his hand on the remaining part of the forearm. "Can I take a look at this?" he asked softly.

Turning his head, Bucky gave him a short nod and Tony was hard pressed not to laugh at the semi-panicked look on the other man's face. Scooting closer so he could help support the arm, Tony lifted the forearm with gently hands, to see the metal had been sheared off just above the wrist, leaving jagged metal and wire.

"Is it painful?"

Bucky shook his head. "Not anymore, I've only ever been able to feel pressure really. I mean whatever that goon shot at me, it tore through the arm and felt like a hard electrical shock and was excruciating, but its better now."

"Okay," Tony murmured, acknowledging he heard as he ran his fingers over the surface. "There are a lot of sharp edges here, let's get something over this."

Sirius produced a small towel from somewhere and covered the stump, affixing it in place with a flick of his wand. The plane had leveled out and the healers with the child moved over to the couch to finish their examination. The child looked fervently around, and Tony could imagine how scared he was. He met Bucky's eyes, and held out his arms.

"Why don't you give me the little one, so I can get a clean diaper and clothes, while you go comfort the other one."

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before gently sliding the baby into Tony's arms. Despite everything they had done to prepare for finding children, it was obvious that both Bucky and the kids were overwhelmed. Lifting the baby to his shoulder, Tony rocked back and forth while rubbing soothing circles on its back. Sirius disappeared for a moment, before coming back with his arms full of baby things.

"Mazzy figured we might need these," he told Tony simply.

Tony felt a wave of gratitude for the little elf as he stood and moved towards the bathroom in the rear of the plane. From the smell this little one was giving off, a bath would probably be necessary. Grabbing a hand towel, Tony laid it down in the bathtub, before adding a couple inches of warm water. Sirius set the things he was carrying in on the counter, and dug around for some soap as Tony peeled the layers of filthy clothing the baby was wearing.

His eyes watered as he finally removed the diaper and the baby started to cry again. Sirius quickly Vanished the dirty diaper and cast a spell which, Tony guessed, freshened the air. Tony could help but grin when he saw the tiny penis, only to wince when he saw raw, red skin of the diaper rash.

"Fucking HYDRA!" He said under his breath, not wanting the rage he felt to upset the baby. "Something tells me this little guy wasn't changed very often." He looked at Sirius. "Can you see if the healers have any kind of ointment we can use, please?"

Making soothing noises and muttering nonsense words to the baby, Tony lowered him on to the towel in the tub. Wetting the soap in his hand, Tony began to lather the small cap of light brown hair, rambling on to the baby about projects he was working on for SI. The blue eyes watched his face with bright intelligence as Tony continued to support him with one hand and wash him with the other. When he was finished, Tony set the soap aside and reached to drain the dirty water. Opening the tap, he checked the temperature of the water before refilling the tub and rinsing all the soap off.

Sirius had a towel ready when Tony carefully lifted the baby out, taking him from Tony and drying him. Quickly rinsing out the tub, just in case the other child was ready for a bath, Tony joined Sirus in the bedroom, where his partner was smoothing lotion over the diaper rash. Muscle memory saved him as Tony elbowed Sirius out of the way to put on the baby's diaper. The footed pajamas were a little big, but Tony didn't think the little one would complain.

"Were there any bottles in the things Mazzy sent?" he asked Sirius softly, as the baby was gnawing on his hand again.

"I'm not sure, I was concentrating on the diapers," Sirius answered.

Tony nestled the baby against his chest. "Well, let's go see what we can find before he starts to imitate a banshee again."

Moving to the front of the plane, Tony could see the other child was being coaxed to take a potion by one of the healers as he sat on Bucky's lap. A bottle of apple juice sat on the table beside them and Tony grimaced, knowing how nasty some potions could taste. While he seemed less anxious, the little child immediately looked up when he and Sirius approached, blue eyes wary.

"They wouldn't hurt you, I promise," Bucky said reassuringly. "These are my friends, they helped me find you."

Tony smiled before turning to Bucky. "Curl up your left arm so I can set this one down," he said briskly. "Congratulations, James, it's a boy."

Looking a little surprised, Bucky did as he was told and Tony settled the baby into the crook of the metal arm. Sirius appeared at Tony's side, a bottle in hand, trying to hide his grin at Bucky's expression. As soon as Bucky had the baby stable, Sirius handed him the bottle and showed him how to get the baby to drink. They were all surprised when the baby grabbed the bottle with both hands and helped hold it in place, while he greedily sucked.

"Nobody ever held Seventy-nine before when he got fed," the other child muttered, eyes wide.

Tony tried not to react to the spike of anger he felt. He saw the healer take the empty vial from the child and Tony leaned over to grab the juice, twisting off the top before he held it out for the child to take. The blue eyes, brighter and lighter than the baby's, narrowed at him, before the bottle was slowly taken from his hand. Sirius, a bag of blueberries in his hand, opened the top and handed it to Tony. Smiling, Tony wrapped his arm around his partner's waist as he handed the child the fruit and urged them to eat.

By the time they had reached New York in the early morning hours, the kids, both boys as it turned out, had been washed, clothed, fed, and were sleeping in one of their arms. The healers' reports had shown a pattern of neglect and abusive testing on the older boy, and simply neglect on the baby. Seventeen was three years and nine months old, with a birthday around mid-October of 1992 and the baby was nineteen weeks old, or early February of the current year. Mazzy had set a crib up in Bucky's room and they had put Seventeen in Bucky's bed, everyone crawling into bed to get some sleep.

Tony wasn't sure what woke him up a few hours later, as Sirius snored softly beside him. Slipping out of bed, he stumbled to the bathroom and then out towards the kitchen. A low murmur of voices made him frown and as he came out of the hallway, Tony saw Harry in the kitchen with Bucky's little boy, both watching Taffy make waffles. Harry was explaining everything the house-elf was doing as she poured the batter into the waffle iron and then they watched it cook.

Harry looked up as Tony walked towards them, his face lighting up. "Papa!"

Tony scooped him up, pressed kisses all over his face, and set him back on his feet. "Good morning, munchkin!"

Harry's smile took up half his face. "Papa! I have a new friend!" Harry put an arm around the little boy's shoulders. "But he doesn't have a name, only a number."

Nodding, Tony accepted the mug of coffee from Taffy with thanks and downed half of the steaming beverage before he crouched down in front of the boys. "Remember I told you we were going to find Uncle Bucky's children?"

Harry nodded and his eyes widened. "So, Seventeen is my new cousin?"

The little boy's eyes grew large with a hopeful look, and while Tony doubted the little one knew what a cousin was, it was clear that Harry was claiming him.

"Something like that," Tony acknowledged. "I'm sure Bucky will think up a better name for your new cousin and his little brother."

"As soon as I can," Bucky said as he stepped into the room, the baby held carefully against his shoulder.

Tony stepped closer, hands out to take the baby from him. "Does he need changing?"

Bucky leveled a glare at him as he let Tony take the baby. "No, I managed."

"Of that, I have no doubt, Frosty." Tony took the bottle Taffy handed him and sat down.

Harry, his eyes wide, came over and leaned against Tony. "Papa, this cousin's really little!"

Tony smiled at him. "He's just a baby, Harry, not quite five months old."

"And I'm almost six years old, Papa, that's why I'm bigger than he is!" Harry told him, matter-of-factly.

Bucky stepped over to where his oldest was still watching Taffy make them breakfast, and carefully ran his fingers through the child's hair. "Good morning."

The little boy looked up at him shyly and gave him an uncertain smile. "Hi."

Crouching down, Bucky held out his arms. "Can I pick you up?"

The boy nodded and Bucky drew him forward into his arms before standing, and Tony could see he was careful to keep the stump away from the boy. They both watched Taffy as the stack of waffles grew higher, Tony could see the stiffness in both of their stances slowly relax as Bucky quietly explained what the house-elf was doing.

Harry watched from where he was leaning on the arm of the chair watching Tony feed the baby. "Papa, did you ever feed me when I was this little?" He gingerly touched the tiny foot.

"I did! Your mom laughed at me the first time, though, because I was scared as you were so little."

His son nodded, eyes switching to Bucky as he spoke to the little boy, before leaning in to whisper loudly. "Papa, what happened to Uncle Bucky's arm?"

"One of the bad men hurt him," Tony said, his stomach twisting as Harry's lip wobbled.

"He's okay, bambino, I'm already have a new arm for him."

"Good." Harry sniffled and then reached down to offer the baby his finger, looking delighted when it was grabbed.

The baby's eyes fluttered shut as he finished the bottle and, easing it away, Tony asked Harry to hold the empty. He lifted the baby to his shoulder and began to rub his back.

"Why are you doing that?" Harry questioned as he watched.

"Well, sometime babies can suck air into their stomachs while they drink, so you have to help them get it out or they might get a tummy ache," Tony explained as he gently patted the tiny back.

The baby let out a loud belch and Harry giggled behind his hand, causing Tony to smile at his son. Mazzy appeared and took the baby from him, so she could put him back down for a nap. In the meantime, Taffy had gotten Bucky and his little boy to sit down at the table and Tony lifted Harry up, flying him into his chair. Filling a plate for Harry, Tony smiled as he watched Bucky copy his movements as he cut up the waffle into bite-sized pieces and drizzled syrup over it.

Bucky's little boy hesitantly reached for a piece of waffle, picking it up with his fingers and stuffing it in his mouth. Tony and Bucky looked at each other for a moment, unsure what to do, only to have Harry save them.

"Did the mean people who had you not 'low you to eat with a fork?" he asked matter-of-factly, showing his own fork.

"No, they were mean and didn't let me eat much at all." The little boy confessed, as Bucky leaned over to spoon up a bite of scrambled eggs. "Most of the time I had to drink the same yucky stuff Seventy-nine had."

Stiffening, Tony watched as Bucky held the spoon out to his son, who opened his mouth in surprise and let Bucky feed him. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment and took a deep breath. JARVIS should have the scanned through the information in the hard drives by now, which, hopefully, would give them an overview of the boys' treatment at HYDRA's hands.

"If you're not used to eating things," Tony met Bucky's eyes, "just try a bit of everything to start. Don't want you to get sick to your stomach. I'm sure Taffy can make you a smoothie to supplement your breakfast."

Bucky fed him another spoonful of eggs. "Did those people tell you anything about your parents?"

The little boy looked at Bucky blankly, voice apprehensive. "They said they made us themselves, from parts of the Winter Soldier and Captain America. They showed us pictures and told us we had to do what they said."

"They showed you a picture of the Winter Soldier in a mask, didn't they?" Harry asked, frowning.

The child nodded, just as two of Harry's covered glasses popped up on the table.

"Smoothies!" Harry cried happily, standing up to grab them and passed one to the other child, showing him where to drink.

Bucky leaned forward as both boys lit with delight over the taste and Tony acted like he was going to grab Harry's cup. "Ohhhh, is it blueberry? Can I have it?"

Harry laughed at him, holding the cup out of his reach. "No, Papa! This one is mine!"

The other boy laughed as he watched, wrapping both hands around his cup, turning to look at Bucky. "Are you my papa?"

Bucky's blue eyes widened and Tony mirrored Harry's frown as the boy's question had been asked quietly, as if he'd been discouraged from asking anything before. Even Harry looked between the two of them, waiting for Bucky's answer.

"Yes, I'm your papa," Bucky told him in a soft voice. "I was the one they called the Winter Soldier, but Harry and his papa helped me escape the bad people. When we found out about you and your brother, we came to get you away, too."

"Can I call you papa?" his son asked, voice hopeful and eyes bright.

"Yes, little one, and we also need to think of names for you and your little brother."

The child frowned. "But I'm Seven—"

"No," Bucky interrupted him with a shake of his head. "That is the number those—bad people gave you and I don't want to call my son by a number."

The boy watched him, still holding onto his smoothie glass as he watched Bucky. "What kind of name?"

It was Harry who leaned across the table and gave an encouraging smile. "You get to help pick your name? That's wicked cool!"

Rolling his eyes, Tony sighed. "Is that Helena's newest phrase?"

Harry blinked and then grinned at him. "No, Malcom taught us!"

Tony and Bucky both pinched the bridges of their noses.

"So," Bucky looked at his son. "I was thinking you might like something that sounded similar to what you are used to, like Seth, or Seb for Sebastian, or even Steven. I thought you could have James as your middle name."

The boy seemed confused that he had a choice, and Tony felt the anger swirling in his gut. The way HYDRA dehumanized their captives in every way possible was disgusting. The children, the two of at least seventy-nine attempts who survived, were assigned numbers, like property! Fed liquids and who-knows-what else, with apparently limited human interaction—Tony had to take a deep breath. Harry had gotten down and was around the table, whispering with his new "cousin"; apparently discussing the names.

"I—I like Seb," the newly minted Sebastian said, Harry's arm slung around his shoulders.

Bucky nodded and grinned. "Sebastian James Barnes-Rogers is a good strong name." He leaned over and tousled his hair. "And your brother will be Grant Anthony Barnes-Rogers."

Tony felt his jaw drop as his head snapped up and he met Bucky's eyes. The man gave him a sheepish smile, flesh hand raking through his hair.

"I was going to ask you about being godfather to the boys before I told you about their names," he explained. "Ah, with you and Peggy being godparents, because I know you'd love them as your own."

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Tony nodded and coughed. "I'd be honored, James."

Harry bounced up and down as he listened. "Seb! That means you and, uh, Grant are my brothers!"

Little Sebastian gave Harry and then his papa a big smile. "I think I'll like that."