I LOVVVVVVED it!

I can feel the slice of the knife.

I swore by my RED Aston Martin; not the James Bond battleship grey one, or the canary yellow one Tony had hand built and the blast of shade of sunburning yellow that turned creamy lemon meringue once the car was in the shade, but the Red one the sky diving birds mistake for juicy real cherries.

Oh my gosh, my poor Steve! What has he done to you!? He really does have the best, most caring team he could ever ask for!

Interplay between Tony and Clint adds depth, dimension to the family bond.

Every time I read this the details become more dramatic.

Is Captain America a baby or the leader of the Avengers? Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

I absolutely loved this fic! Brilliantly written, and your portrayal of the team, and especially Steve, was spot on. I’d love to see more!

Man. Poor Steve. I'm glad he survived.

Thank you for posting!

This is great story :)
I love it, the determinant Captain to protect his team and the caring team to him. Glad that he is safe now :"") thank you

Holy Shit! I love these team stories where you can feel the family dynamic!

Too much time on their hands and not enough Facebook friends-idol hands are indeed, he devil's workshop

And of course, love that cracking Tony sarcasm.

Swear by his Ason Martin, even his red one-what could be stronger than that?

That was intense. Whew.

wow just wow great job

That was so good, sad and angsty but good. Loved it