little Tones

The Beginning

8:12am

  "Oh. Good morning Tony." Steve looks over from the couch (Reading his book and drinking a cup of coffee) and sees Tony rubbing his tired eyes while holding his rabbit in his arms.

  "Good mowning." "Here. I'll make you some breakfast. Want some pancakes?" Steve asks, as he stands and walks over to the kitchen. Tony's face lights up. "Yeah!" Steve smiles. "Okay. Coming right up"

  After two burnt pancakes later, Steve makes one good, yellow, brown pancake. And puts it on a plate with a couple cut up strawberries and a glass of orange juice. He set the plate and glass on the table, in front of Tony and takes a seat across from him. "Tank you Capin." Tony digs in, going for the pancake. Steve reads and drinks his coffee while Tony eats.

  "What you weading?" Steve looks up, at the silence being broken. "Umm, Harry Potter." Tony nods his head, having know idea what that is. "Actually, you were the one who told me I should read it . . . well your older self did." Tony smiles. "Weally?" Steve nods his head. "Cool." He goes back to his food and pokes at pieces of his pancake. "I have some questins." Steve looks at Tony as Tony looks back. Steve closes his book and sets it down.

  "Okay." "Awe me and you fwends?" Tony asks, staring at Steve. Steve smiles a little, knowing Tiny means friends as adults. "yeah. Yeah, we're friends." Tony grins and nods his head. "I can't bewieve I'm fwends with Capin Amerwica." Tony quietly states. Steve frowns, but doesn't let Tony see.

  I feel so guilty. Tony use to love me. He use to be my biggest fan, and want to help his Father look for me. And look what I've done. I judged him and didn't like him the moment I met him and before I even spoke to him. I told him he's not the one to make the sacrifice, and look what Tony did. He made the ultimate sacrifice, flying that missile into the portal, knowing he wouldn't make it back. Thankfully he did, but that was God. I've compared Tony to his father, knew my best friend killed his parents but didn't say anything. And then Bucky and I beat Tony up, when he had every right to be angry . . . to want to kick our asses. And we beat him up, two against one, then left him all alone in Siberia! I've been the worst friend, EVER! Thankfully we've worked some things out and have gotten along, recently, but I still can't stop feeling guilty and regret everything I've done and said to him.

8:57am

  After breakfast, Steve cleans up then goes and gives Tony a bath.  "Okay. Is it okay if I give you a bath?" Steve asks, respectfully. Tony thinks for a moment then nods his head and reaches up to take Steve's hand. Steve walks him to the biggest bathroom, then starts the warm water. "Okay." Steve says, feeling ready for this task.

"Can I have bubbles?" Tony asks, hopefully. Steve nods his head. "Yeah." Steve adds some soap that wont hurt Tony's eyes and swishes it around in the water. Tony smiles, very happy with the bubbles. Once the water reaches the level he wants, he turns the water off and helps little Tony undress  and plops him, gently into the tub.

  Tony giggles at all the bubbles that fly up and pop around him. Steve smiles wide at that and begins to wash Tony's hair. After he does the hair, he moves into the body. He's never had a kid before or bathed one, but he's been around kids before and loves them. At first he feels a little awkward cleaning Tony's body but reminds himself he had to and he's just a kid. He asks first, of course, though. Tony nods his head, distracted and very content with his bubbles.

  After Steve washes him he gets him out and dries him off, and whrapps a towel around him before going to get Tony dressed for the day and himself ready for the day..