Hello Captain (Steve Rogers)

Avengers Movie Night

Sarah's POV
    I followed Tony to his lab at what felt like the far end of the house. I could see the loose wrap under his Black Sabbath t-shirt. Having heard his kind of music, the shirt didn't surprise me in the least. His lab was huge with a couple of versions of the Iron Man suit in varying degrees of assembly. He moved papers around on his desk until he came up with a couple of the toothed fasteners for the Ace wrap.

    "Take your shirt off so I can get it rolled up." I held my hand out for the fasteners and he dropped them in my open palm.

    "I thought you'd never ask," he smirked, eyes twinkling.

    "Tony!" I growled, ready to turn on my heel and walk back to the team.

    "Kidding – just wanted to see what you'd say." He pulled his shirt off and I moved around him, rolling up the bandage as I went. I was a bit slower today. I could use my arm a little bit, but it would twinge if I moved too suddenly. "How's your shoulder?"

    "It's getting there. I should be fine without my sling tomorrow. This bullet must have done more damage than I thought for it to take me this long to be able to use it."

    "How fast do you heal, then?"

    "Not as fast as Steve. Faster than you and Clint."

    "Give me a time frame."

    "Fine, if you stop slouching and hold still." I waited for him to do as I asked. "Bullet wounds usually take 1-2 days, broken bones, 3-5 days to a week depending on what I broke." I wound the fabric around him, pulling it tight enough he should feel better now. He was quiet while I finished up and pushed the fasteners in place.

    "So you and Capsicle, huh?"

    "What about it?" I handed him his shirt for him to shrug on and looked around his lab. A digital photo frame sat on one corner of his desk and I picked it up to watch it scroll through. Tony looked at it over my shoulder.

    "Looks like Pepper found some new photos in the archives to add in. They must be pretty old photos; I'm really young in some of these. She's in the process of scanning in a lot of the old paper files so I can access them through Jarvis. Whenever she finds group pictures from various projects she loads them on these things and leaves them where I'll find them."

    "Look at this one – you're still a teenager here."

    "Nope, early twenties. I started growing a goatee then."

    "Wait! That looks like my mom." I tapped the glass, pausing the feed. "Jarvis, can you enlarge this picture?"   

    "Of course, Sarah." the AI replied as it appeared as a holo in front of us.

    "Tony, how do you know my mom? That's her right there." I pointed and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I had taken a picture of my mom's graduation picture when I made her drag it out for my graduation. I found it and threw it up next to the other picture – there was no denying it was her in her early to mid twenties. She hadn't changed much over the years.

    "When was this picture taken, Jarvis?"

    "September 1993 at Stark Laboratories in New York."

    "Tony? Did my mom work for you before she had me?" I looked over to see him staring at me, lost in thought. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Earth to Tony!"

    "What's your birth date?"

    "May 5, 1994. Why?"

    "Middle name?"