Percy at least had the decency to look guilty as Bruce rubbed his ear. It didn't last long, however, when Percy scooted towards him, eyes bright with  excitement.

   "Tony," Bruce said uneasily after five minutes. "You kid's staring at me -oh, he blinked!"

   "He likes you," Tony grinned, making his way over. "Just wait until he sees Rogers." The Stark laughed when Percy looked at him, jaw dropped, "That's right, Squirt. Captain America lives here too."

   Percy did a fainting motion, grin playing on his lips, and Bruce chuckled, "He's just as dramatic as you."

   Tony put a hand on his chest in mock hurt, "Brucie, what ever do you mean?"

   "I rest my case."

   Laughing, Tony looked at the neatly wrapped bandages and nodded, "Alright, Squirt, are you hungry?"

   Percy's stomach growled and he blushed, nodding and rubbing the back on his head.

   "Alright then," Tony helped the child down from the table and blinked when he immediately grabbed his hand. Eyes softening, the billionaire squeezed the hand gently and led him out of the room, calling, "Brucie, come on!"

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   "Hm..."

   Bruce walked into the kitchen shortly after the two raven haired boys (because Tony wasn't mature enough right now to be called a man) and couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

   Tony and Percy were standing in front of the oven, hand on their chin, and stared at it like it was the most complex equation.

   "What are you trying to make?" The scientist asked, walking towards the two.

   "Cookies," Tony answered, not looking away from the oven. "I want them... to be blue..."

   Bruce, to his credit, merely blinked at the strange request, "Well, first, you have to preheat the oven..."

   Percy and Tony watched closely as Bruce performed every step, committing everything to memory. They nodded once in a while and the two even got to roll the dough, much to their delight.

   "Ever use a phone before?" Tony asked as he chewed on a cookies, nearly melting in delight.

   Percy paused for a moment, thinking, before nodding and stuffing two cookies in his mouth.

   "Good," Tony slid over a Stark phone to the six year old, who's eyes lit up. "'Cause this one's yours."

   Percy beamed up at the genius in thanks before wiping his hands on a napkin and grabbing the electronic.

   Soon, both Tony and Percy were playing on their phones while eating, occasionally making faces at each other.

   Bruce was surprised that a six year old managed to work a Stark phone (which made him feel bad for Steve) but quickly shook it off. He had a feeling he would be more surprised later on.

   "Hey, Stark, what'cha coo... king...?" Clint trailed off when he walked into the kitchen.

   Tony Stark and a six year old were writing on some papers (somehow transitioning from playing on their phones to writing in the ten second pause); complex looking equations blooming on the parchment. Tony would smirk, ruffling the boy's hair, who smiled back.

   Clint blinked before turning to Bruce, who looked amused, "Why is there a mini Stark?"

   "That's Percy," Bruce smiled.

   Percy looked up when he heard his name and noticed Clint in the room. Tony glanced at the boy when he stopped writing, then at Clint. His eyes widened slightly when the sea-green eyes got big and the child's mouth opened slightly, and the Stark quickly stuffed a cookie in the six year old's mouth before he could squeal.

   "Mm!" Percy bounced in his seat, pointing at Clint as he looked at Tony, "Mm.. mm... m!"

   Tony laughed at Clint's confused face and ruffled Percy's hair, "Yes, that's Hawkeye. Where's Nat?" He directed the question at the archer.

   "Oh, she's upstairs," Clint pointed behind him and Percy practically fainted.

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   "My name's Clint," The archer grinned after the six year old calmed down. "Nice to meet you."

   Percy nodded rapidly and pointed at Clint before making a peace sign.

   "He said 'you too'," Tony translated while smiling.

   "He doesn't talk?" Clint looked down at Percy, who was grinning at him with wide green eyes. His own softened at the grin and smiled back.

   "Yeah," Tony shrugged. "He's still really cool."

   "Who is?" A woman asked and in walked Natasha Romanoff. She made eye contact with Percy, who was gaping like a fish, and allowed a small smile to grace her lips. "Hello," She greeted, holding out her hand. "I'm Natasha. It's nice to meet you."

   "Mm..." Percy kept his mouth closed as he shook her hand so he wouldn't blow the woman's ear drums out with his voice. He looked desperately at Tony, who introduced him to Natasha.

   "What a unique name," Natasha said kindly and Percy beamed at her. The assassin found herself being pulled towards the dining table by the young boy, who grabbed Clint along the way.

   "Mm!" Percy thrust a picture at them and Clint stared at it for a minute before grinning.

   "Hey, it's us!" Clint showed his partner the paper, feeling overly happy. Sure, his hair was made a bright blonde and his suit looked more of a pink-purple than purple but it was his favorite color and this was the first drawing he ever received from a child.

   Natasha studied the artwork, feeling a smile creep up on her face. Her hair was longer than it actually was and it was a bright orange rather than it's fiery red. Her suit was a light gray and her chest was flat. She loved it anyway.

   "We can hang it on the fridge," Tony suggested when the two assassins said nothing, too busy smiling.

   Percy blinked at the genius before nodding. He took it from Clint, who handed it over, and ran over to the large fridge. He stood up on his tippy toes to reach the magnet but found himself to be too short.

   "Here," Bruce grabbed the blue magnet, wondering why the boy reached the highest one, and handed it to him. He found himself stilling at the boy's bright smile. When was the last time a child smiled at him like that?

   Percy smiled proudly at his artwork before frowning and scurrying back to the table.

   "What's up, Kiddo?" Tony asked as he sat next to the six year old.

   "Mm..." Percy pointed to his three crayons; a red, a white, and a blue.

   "You're drawing Cap?"

   "Mm!" Percy nodded once, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.

   "I'll help!" Tony chirped happily, grabbing some colors for himself.

   Natasha and Clint took a seat, accepting the crayon box wordlessly from the grinning billionaire.

   Soon, two assassins, a scientist (who joined minutes later), a genius, and an adorable six year old were all coloring, occasionally snorting at each other's drawings.

   Tony looked at his watch when Percy yawned for the third time, "Time for bed, Kiddo."

   Percy nodded sleepily, slipping off his chair and grabbing his phone. He waddled to the fridge for a moment, jumping up and grabbing four magnets. He put up his picture of Thor, the blonde looking more female than male, and his drawing of Bruce with the Hulk standing protectively behind him. Next, he put up his Captain America drawing.

   "Who's that next to him?" Clint wondered as he hung a picture of himself on the fridge. The man apparently was the same height as the captain (though that could have been the kid's drawing) dressed in black and gray. He had shoulder length black hair with a silver mask on. He stood in Steve's shadow as his metal arm gleamed.

   Percy shrugged because, honestly, he really didn't know. All he knew, was that whenever he envisioned Captain America, that man was always there.

   As Clint talked with Percy, Tony took the time to study the largest drawing on the fridge. It was Tony and Percy holding hands and smiling. Percy was wearing an orange shirt with a flying horse on the front (for some reason Percy always drew himself wearing it), a brown necklace with black beads, and blue shorts. Tony was wearing an expensive black suit (the billionaire let out a quiet snort at the brown spot on it) and the Iron Man suit lay in it's brief case form behind him, barely noticeable. That part made Tony smile.

   "Cute," The billionaire mumbled to himself.