Cap's kid

STARK!

*Cap's POV

           How could I be her father, I couldn't be I haven't even slept with anyone and plus she's twelve years old. I need some help, I grab my phone and quickly call Bucky.
"Hey Steve," he says as he picks up. "What's up."
"I need your help like right now," I say, "so could you come over ... please."
"Sure, what's going on."
"I'll tell you when you get here, ok."
"I'll be right over."
               He groans as he hangs up. I feel Mew stir beside me, she's still shaking. She has a fever, a bad one.
I swear to god if it's because of the blood loss I'm going to go back to that house and kill that guy... wait what.
              How could I think that I mean I really don't like bad guys but I'd never kill someone. But, he had really hurt Mew and she had done nothing but go outside, and that made me angry.  Man I've heard about fatherly instinct but I never thought I would've gotten them so quickly. 
              "Mr.Rogers?," I hear a soft voice say beside me.
                Mew sits up and rubs her eyes.
               "Hey baby girl, how are you feeling?," I ask, still rubbing her head.
"Cold."
"I bet," I joke.
She has a what's that look on her face when she sees the file in my hand.
I guess I should tell her now, I mean I am her father and she deserves to know.
"Hey Mew do you know where you came from, because I don't think the story June told is entirely true."
                "It's not," she says ashamed. "I was ... made in a lab, I never knew who my parents were but I did get to meet my brother once. Why do you ask sir?"
"Because I w-well I," I begin. "Man this is hard to say, so I'm just going to say it. Mew... I'm your dad."
               "What, what do you mean you're my dad, I mean how do you even know that, and is that why you took me because you felt guilty. Because I'm some sort of charity case to feel sorry about?" She asks, angrily while trying to get up. 
               "No it's not like that," I say holding her down to keep her from hunting herself more. "It's just that know what it's like to be in your position, to have nobody else to help you. So that's why I want to help you, I want to be your dad. So please Mew just let me at least try."
               "Ok Mr.Rogers," she says with her teeth chattering a little.
"Please don't call me, Mr.Rogers."
"Then what do you want me to call you because I just met you."
"You can call me... dad, if you want and it doesn't really matter to me that I just met you. You're my kid and that's that."
"Maybe... and man you are really straight forward aren't you."
"Yep," I respond letting go of her shoulders.
She is still shaking so I suggest that she should take a warm shower, and get a clean pair of clothes on while I get her some medicine. She's a little hesitant, probably because of that awful foster home. But I assure her that it's ok and that she's safe. It takes a little while but she complies, grabs a new pair of clothes, and I lead her to the bathroom. I quickly head to the kitchen to get her some fever medicine.
Five minutes later Mew comes out of the bathroom, puts her old clothes in her bag, grabs out a brush and starts brushing her hair.
"Here's some medicine," I say when she's done.
"Thank you... dad," she says with a nervous smile as she takes the medicine.
"You're very welcome," I say holding in a victory cheer.
            I can't believe she just called me dad. I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon and I hope she didn't just say it because I asked, because I can see that scarred and scared look in her eyes. But, dang that felt good to hear.
Mew jumps as we hear a knock on the door. I gesture that it's ok knowing it's probably Bucky. It is because I see him when I look through the peep hole, but she still hides in the hallway.
              "Okay Steve what'd you do this time," Bucky jokes when I open the door. "What's this big thing you couldn't tell me about over the phone."
I scratch the back of my neck and laugh nervously. Just realizing that I had not thought this through at all. But he was also an experiment and he's always had my back and I especially need him for this.
"Say Buck, how long were you an umm experiment?"
"Almost two years," he says looking at his shoes. "Why?"
"I found someone who's got you beat, Mew baby why don't you come out."
She slowly comes into view from the hall with her bandaged arm behind her back. I turn and see Bucky's face.
"This is Mew and Mew this is Bucky my best friend. He was an experiment as well."
                "I know sir, I heard you from the hallway," she says. " And I do have you beat. By around ten and a half years and I have the mark to prove it."
"Wow," Bucky says. "Can I see that mark."
                She nods, turns around, her bandaged arm still out of sight, and moves her hair to reveal a mark that looks like Tony's arc reactor. Exactly like Tony's arc reactor.
"Hey Mew does the name Stark mean anything to you?" I ask.
"Yeah it's my uncle's last name and the company's name that made me."
              Bucky looks at me in confusion.
              "So," he stops and motions me over.
              He points at some blood on her shirt, it's new.

*Mew's POV

I hadn't noticed that my arm was bleeding again until my dad, apparently, called me back into the room. So, I hide it from sight hoping that they won't notice.
               "Mew show me your other arm," dad says.
               I raise it up hesitantly.
               "Why didn't you tell me, sweetheart?" he asks surprisingly softly.
               "Steve do have a suture kit?" His friend Bucky asks.
              "Yeah I'll go get it," he says and quite literally runs to the kitchen.
"And while you're in there grab some rubbing alcohol and some bandages!" he yells.
               By that time my head feels like a beehive that someone had just stomped on, buzzing and everything fuzzy. I feel like I'm gonna pass out, everything's fading in and out. My arm stings as Bucky fixes it and I hear my dad talking to me but I can't tell what he's saying. 

            I open my eyes to in a dark room and my dad is whisper yelling to someone over the phone next to me.
           "Don't you dare hang up on me you're not coming over," he says. "STARK!"
           "Dad."
"Sorry angel did I wake you up?"
"No sir but why are you mad at my uncle Tony."
"Adult reasons angel, nothing for you to worry about. Ok."
           "Ok."
           He puts his phone down on a bedside table and wraps his arms around my shoulders.
           "You know you scared us right, I thought you were going to die."
           "Why would you care, you barely know me." I say.
"You wanna know the truth. The truth is I don't know. You just have a thing about you that makes me care. Look I don't know if it's because I'm your father or if it's because you're so small and kind. But that's the truth."
I don't understand why he's being so nice to me but I kind of like it. I relax a bit into him.
          "Go to sleep angel, it's late and there's a social worker coming tomorrow to make it official."
         "Make what official?"
         "Mew I'm adopting you."