Tony held his six year old sons hand as they walked through the park together. Steve was with them. Steve wanted to draw something and needed to get fresh air. Tony just wanted his son to appreciate other things rather than indoors. Peter was babbling about many statistics of different kinds of flowers and which were his favorite and how he would bring some home for his mom, Pepper.

"What would you like to do first Pete," Tony asked, bending down to his level. Peter removed his hand from his fathers before looking at a play set where another boy was playing.

"Sandbox?"

"Of course. Steve and I will be right here on the bench. Alright," Tony ruffled Peters head.

"Okay, Dad." Tony smiled and watched as his son introduced himself to the other boy that decided to play with Peter in the sand box.

Steve took a seat and began drawing and Tony sat next to him, watching Peter play.

"How long do you think you can keep him safe?" A man asked next to Tony and Steve. Steve looked up, feeling protective. Tony rose a brow and turned his body to the man.

"What do you mean by that?" Tony was glaring at the man. Steve had closed his book and put everything away. He was watching closely.

"You're Tony Stark, right?" Tony nodded. "How long is it, do you think, before something happens to your son?" The man rose a brow, "you know you can't stop everything."

"It will never happen," Tony demanded.

"And so they all say." Steve was ready to say something. Until, Tony heard a cry from his son. Both Steve and Tony's head whipped to see Peter and the other boy at a tree. The other boy was hovering around Peter, unsure what to do. Peter was crying loudly and whining about his side. Tony and Steve rushed over.

"Peter, honey, you have to look at Dad." Peter kept crying. Steve looked back to see where that guy was. He wasn't there. Completely gone. Steve glared and looked back to the task at hand.

"Let's get him to a hospital," Steve demanded. Tony nodded and swooped the boy up. The other boy that was there frowned and instead he sat went back to the sandbox. Where was his parent?

"Steve! Help me!" Tony shouted as he rushed to the car. Steve shook his head and followed Tony. They reached the car. Tony drove while Steve held Peter in the passenger seat.

"Hey Peter, uncle Steve is right here. He's going to keep you safe, Alright? The doctors will fix you right up." Steve assures. Tony takes a sharp turn and the tired of his vehicle screech across the asphalt.

"Tony! Slow the hell down! You'll get us killed!"

"I know what I'm doing! I didn't catch my arm on fire because I crashed willingly or in my own control!" Tony sped up. The car was going eighty miles per hour. Steve held onto the six year old. Tony made it into the hospital parking lot. Steve held onto Peter and stepped out of the car. Tony already coming around.

"Super soldier run in there. I'll take Pete." Steve nodded before running off, dead sprint into the hospital to tell them to prepare for Peter. Steve watched as Tony came in and the doctors ushered him into a room. Steve followed in and work was beginning.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked as he watched nurses poke a needle into his son.

"We're trying to get a vein, sir."

"TRY BETTER! YOU ARE HURTING HIM!" Peter was crying with each time they tried to connect with a vein. Steve growled.

"Got it."

Peter was whimpering. "Doctor, we need to check for injuries."

The doctor took his glasses and put them on. He poked around the boys arm and nothing was broken. He checked the boys legs and nothing. The doctor poked the boys side and Peter sniffled and whimpered. Tony frowned.

"Let's get him to an Ultrasound. We need to see if his spleen or kidneys have ruptured. If that's the case the boy will need to be moved and have surgery." Tony physically flinched at the news.

"I'll call Pepper," Tony sighed. Steve nodded.

"I'll stay with Pete." Everyone but Steve filed out of the room. Steve smiled and took a seat next to Peter, "Hey, everything will be alright."

"Thanks, Uncle Steve."

"Anytime, Pete." Steve looked around before noticing a few toys in a bin. "Wanna play with some toys?"

"Yeah." That sad cracking voice was all it took for Steve to get up and grab the bin. Steve walked it back to the bed and let Peter rummage through it before finding interesting toys to play with. Steve smiled as the boys big grown orbs lit up. Steve sat the bin down as Tony entered with his wife, Pepper.

"Oh Peter, my sweet baby." Pepper cooed as she entered. Tony looked away, guiltily. Steve frowned.

"Pepper, I need to talk to Tony. We'll be right outside," Steve said this quietly to Pepper. The woman pursed her lips, knowingly before nodding in understanding.

She looked at Steve, "please."

Steve motioned for Tony to step outside.

Tony held a stoic face, "why the hell am I out here? My son is in there. Hurt. Because of me-."

"Shut your mouth right there, Tony," Steve demanded. Steve clenched and unclenched his jaw, "It is not your fault. Something was up with that guy. He was gone right after Peter fell. It wasn't right."

"I know. I'm sorry, but all I care about is Peter."

"Then we are now on the same page."

Both men made there way back into the room. The three adults had each taken a seat and watch over the young boy. The doctors came back with equipment.

"Alright, this will not hurt one bit."

Peter squirmed as the doctor messed with the ultrasound. The doctor was looking at the screen. "You day all of that? That's you insides."

"Woah," Peters mind wasn't set on the pain anymore. The toddler was set on the screen. Tony smiled as his sons bright eyes beamed.

"Looks like everything is intact," The Doctor smiled and packed everything up. "I believe everything is fine. He will be sore so I will have you pick up prescription pills from your pharmacy. He will be entirely sore. Other than that, your son will be just fine." The two parents in the room deflated with relief. Peter smiled. Steve smiled too.

"That's great. Let's get you home." Tony sighed.

Everything was sorted out and they had finally made it home. Peter had fallen asleep on the way back home. Tony carried his adorable son to his bedroom. Tony gently laid Peter down and covered up the boy, planting a kiss on his forehead before walking out and quietly shutting his door. Tony let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in.

"Tony, you did good," Pepper smiled and hugged her husband. Tony held his wife, gratefully.

"I love you, Pep."

"I love you too, Tony."