Art for But the Heart

It's four-thirty AM, and Steve is fairly proud of himself for almost having gotten a full night's sleep when there's a desperate pounding on his door. The walls are pretty thin in this building and sometimes knocking two apartments away can sound like it's right outside. But no, there's a second assault on his door and then a voice he hasn't heard except through the comlink in his cowl in weeks.

It's Ironman, carrying a wee Peter Parker, who is an apparent experimental subject for evil scientist in space, or whatever, since they are all dead now. So that brings Tony Stark to Steve's door because Captain America has to be good with kids, right? Or at least, that is how it goes in Tony's head.