Bless The Broken Road

Confrontation

"Fury, you son of a bitch," Steve seethed as he slammed open the Director's door and barged into his office. The man in question was sitting at his desk, looking surprised at the super soldier's brash entrance. Fury's assistant hovered by the open door, looking pale and worried as her eyes danced between the angry Steve Rogers and her boss. "You sick, foul—"

"Whoa, slow down with the pleasantries Cap," Fury interrupted, raising an eyebrow as he stood up from his chair. He extended a hand towards the seat in front of his desk. "Why don't you sit—"

"Don't patronise me!" Steve kicked out, making the chair fly across the room. Fury's assistant let out a small scream when the chair smashed against the wall with a loud thud. However, Fury himself didn't flinch. Instead, he looked at Steve with no emotion like he was trying to dissect whatever was going on in Captain America's head in the way a scientist would run an experiment.

"You can close the door, we'll be fine," Fury nodded to his assistant who hesitated briefly before complying with the man's wishes. The Director of SHIELD turned his attention back to Steve, something sad in his eye as he spoke softly. "I'm guessing this has something to do with Peter Stark? I was very sad to learn of his passing this morning, i'm sure—"

"You lied," Steve spat, the rage burning through his veins as he looked at the bald headed man before him. A shaky hand rose up, pointed at Fury as Steve seethed. He could feel his blood boiling as he continued speaking. "Months ago when i first woke up, you told me about my son. I asked you if you had found him and you said no. No! You lied! You found him 7 years ago and lied to my face!"

Steve clung to the anger, letting it simmer and burn as he tried to hold himself together in some form of fashion. It was like grasping at clouds, the anger slipping in and out of his grip. But Steve was nothing if not stubborn and he refused to let the burning hatred for Fury go. The second the anger subsided and Steve no longer felt the desire to yell, he knew the depression and despair would sink in. The endless heartbreak that would chew him up and spit him back out; it was cruel to find out his son had been found only for the boy to die before Steve could properly look at him and know he was staring into the eyes of his own child.

"What gives you the right to lie to me?" Steve ended his rant, glaring daggers at Fury. He'd never felt so angry in his life— even during the War when he was fighting literal Nazis Steve hadn't felt this furious.

"The boy was happy where he was," Fury sighed, taking a seat again despite Steve's obvious resentment. "Telling you would only further complicate matters. It wasn't as if you were never going to be told but you'd just woken up from the ice: you were disorientated and confused. You hadn't even known Agent Carter had been pregnant and then we spring an 11 year old boy on you? It wouldn't have worked out for either party." Fury clasped his hands together and watched Steve with no anxiety.

"I still had a right to know—"

"Granted," Fury nodded. "It wasn't my best hour but measures sometimes have to be taken whether liked or not. Peter was comfortable in his life, adding you would've just messed things up."

"He was my son!"

"And what were you expecting to do, hm?" Fury continued to watch Steve, relaxed as ever. "Play house? Adopt him? You were in no fit state—"

"It doesn't matter, i'm his father—"

"He already had a father!" Fury cut in, raising his voice a little as he addressed Steve. "He had a comfortable life despite the complicated situation. Throwing you in, who no doubt would've tried to take him from his already present father, would've made a difficult situation impossible."

Steve tried to think back to all those months ago when he'd first come out of the ice. He hadn't known Tony then, nor liked him, so Steve doubted he would've been very forgiving over the fact that the man had been raising his child. As much as Steve hated to admit Fury was right, he knew that if he'd been told Peter was his son, he would've done all he could to retract Tony's guardianship.