Bless The Broken Road

A Furious Phone Call

"What the hell are you phoning for at 1am Stark?" Fury yelled down the phone when it finally connected. The lab doors were shut, Tony having barricaded himself off from the child upstairs. "What the hell is so important?"

"You lied."

"Excuse me?" Fury huffed, his voice still full of anger.

Tony took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. In all honesty he was freaking out a little (a lot) here. He'd come to the mind-altering conclusion that Peter was Peggy's lost son yet it made no sense. Peggy's Peter should be 59 not an adorable 4 year old.

"You lied. When i went to see you, you told me you had no information about Peggy's son. You said the case was closed."

He really thought he was going to throw up. The thoughts just kept circling round in his head and every time he came to the same conclusion, his brain would smack him silly and yell something about doppelgängers. But it never sat right in his gut.

"Stark, we've had this conversation. I don't know if i can be clearer when i say—"

"He's here with me now." Tony tried to ignore how his voice wobbled a bit. He honestly felt like he'd just seen a ghost.

"What?"

"The kid— Peter— he's here with me now."

"Wait— you have the boy? The one my agents have been searching all night for? And you what, kidnapped him? Stark?"

"The kid snuck aboard my jet," Tony growled, tired of playing games now. "He snuck aboard and i didn't realise until we landed."

"And you're saying that little Peter who SHOULD be in DC is Agent Carter's son? Have you heard yourself, Stark?"

"The resemblance is uncanny," Tony mumbled. The wave of nausea was back as he looked at the black and white photo on the side.

"The boy is 4 years old. We're trying to locate his parents as we speak."

"His mother is in England."

"I don't know what you've been drinking, Stark, but this needs to end. The boy is not Agent Carter's son. Sharing the same name doesn't make two people alike."

"I'm not drunk!" Tony yelled. God, he was thankful for the soundproof glass right now. The last thing he needed was Peter waking him up and seeing Tony look like a ghost.

"Could've fooled me."

"I have a picture of Peggy's son here with me and i'm telling you Fury, they're the same person!"

"You ever heard of a doppelgänger?" Fury sighed down the phone. It was 1am back in DC and the entire HQ had been running around in circles trying to find the little boy that had been in their care for less than a week. And then he receives this ridiculous call from Tony Stark . . . Fury honestly wasn't in the mood for the games right now.

"This isn't a joke," Tony snapped.

"Let me clear this up: our Peter snuck aboard your jet, travelled to God-Knows-Where with you and you're claiming that he's actually a 59 year old man in a 4 year olds body? Does that sum up your assumptions, Stark?"

"When you put it like that, you make it sound crazy," Tony pulled a face as he mumbled the words.

Fury sighed heavily down the phone. "All of it is crazy!"

"You have to trust me on this!"

"I don't have to trust shit, Stark," Fury growled, obviously at the end of his patience. "I'm sending agents to pick up the boy now, i suggest you find another person to push your concerns onto because i've had enough. End call."