In the car, I asked Bucky a few questions. He would reply without a trace of annoyance or anger each time.

"Is this new kid an FTM or an MTF?"

"FTM."

"Where'd ya find him?"

"In my kitchen in the middle of the night, raiding my fridge. He was living on the streets."

"Is he tall?"

"And thin, like a beanpole."

"Are his eyes dark?"

"Black. Like my soul."

"Is he emo?"

"Edgy. Emo is sad dark, edgy is sarcastic dark. But he does love wearing beanies and Fall Out Boy band shirts."

"Niiice. Does he have anxiety and depression like moi?"

"Yep."

"Does he at least tolerate Jamers?"

"He dotes on Jamie. And puts up with the constant stream of dad jokes that Jamie provides as commentary."

"He's a keeper."

"Yes, he is."

We pulled up in front of the house that Steve bought after they got Jamie. I got out as Bucky charged up to the front door and unlocked it to be greeted by a happy Steve who hugged him like he'd thought that he wouldn't get to see his Winter Soldier ever again. Then Steve tackled me in a huge hug.

"Hey, Tony!" he said happily.

"Steve, join a pro football team. You almost knocked me down." I complained, faking a smile.

"How are you?" Steve asked, walking with me inside. Bucky was nowhere in sight anymore and Jamie was sitting on the couch, listening to the television.

"Still depressed...hahahaha, help me, I'm dead inside..." I replied, sighing.

A startlingly handsome young man walked down the stairs with Bucky behind him. He somehow looked older than Peter who had just turned twenty two. He had dyed silver hair and extremely dark eyes and pale skin. He wore a black shirt with the Fall Out Boy logo on it that said: "put on your war paint" in red and he was wearing black ripped jeans with black converse and a red beanie. He had headphones around his neck and a phone in his left hand.

"Hey." he said, plopping down on the easy chair.

I felt a blush creep up my neck as I sat right in his field of vision on the couch. Good god, I'm thirty eight and this kid is sixteen years old. And I am blushing. I'm old enough to be this kid's dad. What the hell?

"Uh, hi. I'm Tony Stark. What's your name and story?"

He smiled at me, putting his phone down on the side table. I felt the blush increase intensity.

"Well, I'm Fang and I don't have a last name. I'm sixteen years old as of January, my favorite color is black, and I am transgender and bi. I was originally female and I am still trapped in a girl's skin. I was born in 2003 to Taylah Talyn, who was raped and that's how I came about. I was loved by Taylah but when I came out as trans, she disowned me and threw me out into the streets. I came out when I was eleven years old. I stayed in the streets for a while, not having any idea how I'd survive until I started stealing in the dead of night. I did that for four and a half years. And then I came here to steal only to get caught by Bucky and then I ended up staying here." The boy told me.

I nodded after he finished the story. "Mm-kay, what if I told you that I was going to help you get the surgeries?" I asked.

Fang raised both eyebrows, taken aback. "Are you really going to help? What about my wings?"

"Yes I will help. I know a doctor that ain't that interested in the weird stuff. She's been trained in all types of procedures and will treat you like you were a special snowflake no matter how you look." I assured him.

Steve gasped. "Please tell me that it's-"

"Shut up, Steve. Yes, it is Dr Pika, my doctor who tolerates taking care of my heart implant." I shouted over him. "God..."

Bucky came in with snacks. "Oh and, Fang, we're adopting you. You're mine now." Bucky said, smiling.

"Today is the best day ever." Fang announced.

"Steve, Bucky. I need to talk to you. Is that okay?" I hissed at the pair of men. I led them down the hall and around a corner.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Bucky asked.

"How the hell did you get a boy who looks older than Peter? And how is he so hawt..."

"He is unlucky to be beautiful and I don't know how he looks older than Peter." Bucky said. "Ooh, developing a crush on a boy who is twenty two years younger than you and could be your kid?"

"Maaaaaayyyyybeeeeee..."