Steve looked around, smiling before his eyes widened in concern when his son began to cry. "Oh Sweetheart, don't cry." He soothed, opening the back door and gingerly picking Tony up. Steve hummed gently, luckily having the foresight to bring an extra pair of shorts whenever he went places. He sighed, realizing how small Tony was now. Steve sent for a pair of children's clothes, knowing SHIELD would bring it soon enough.
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In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
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