Tony was sitting cross legged on the couch working on his starkpad when Captain America, Mr. Steve Rogers himself came and sat next to him on the opposite side end. While Tony could talk circles around people in public, he didn't necessarily feel that he had to at home. Something his brother has been reinforcing since they were reunited when Harry was eighteen, nearly 12 years ago. Speaking of his brother, he needed to upgrade Harry's weapons. He was so lost in his schematics that he almost didn't hear the good 'ole boy speak.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said on the helicarrier. I should've realized that there was more to you. Just like there is more to me," Rogers said looking at his hands and taking a deep breath, "So I'm sorry."

"Accepted," Tony replied distractedly as he worked on the designs.

Silence permeated air until Rogers apparently couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "How did your brother know what I said to you?"

"Harry probably heard it through the surveillance systems," Tony answered frowning at his screen.

"He was on the helicarrier?" Rogers asked slightly bewildered. How could he not of known this?

"Yeah, he is like the fourth in command and one of their best agents. I believe he was actually helping to secure the people while we were fighting," Tony explained freely offering information too lost into his pad.

"Oh, I didn't know that," Steve muttered frowning. Apparently the Stark family was more than what they appeared. It now had Steve questioning who Howard really was in private as his public persona was that of a great man.

As the pair lapsed into silence, the elevator door opened to reveal a trio of people, well more like Harry and Natasha carrying Clint between them as Clint was singing show-tunes much to Natasha's annoyance and Harry's amusement.

"Summer lovin', had me a blast," Clint sang off tune as he stumbled when they stepped out of the elevator.

"Well it seems like Clint isn't like a fish when it comes to alcohol like we are," Harry commented shifting Clint more securely in his grip.

"Summer lovin', happened so fast," Clint continued almost singing to Harry only as the archer was only looking at him at this point, not noticing anyone else.

Natasha rolled her eyes, "He can with beer, just not hard liquor. And nobody but you and your friend Ron can handle firewhiskey. That's why I stick to my vodka, I prefer to still be able to remember what happened the night before."

Snickering, Harry noticed his brother and Rogers were still up. Ignoring the Captain , Harry called out to brother, "Hey bro! Are you heading to bed soon?"

"Met a girl crazy for me, Met a boy cute as can be," Clint sleepily sang hanging more off of Harry than Natasha.

Natasha chuckled before completely dumping Clint on Harry, "Night Wolf, make sure that Hawk is tucked in."

Harry waved her off as he readjusted his grip on Clint, smiling slightly at having the beautiful man in his arms, before fixing his gaze on his brother trying to determine the next course of action.

"Nah, its not a sleeping night tonight Har-Bear," Tony answered looking up from his pad at his brother only to snicker at a drunken Clint and how clingy he was to his brother.

Tony met his brother's stare, knowing that Harry was judging if he should come back and hang with Tony or just go to bed.

"I've only had one cup of coffee," Tony supplied knowing that it would help with the decision his brother was currently making.

"Alright Tone, I'll see you in the morning, but you will be taking a nap tomorrow," Harry decided and pointed a finger at Tony who waved him off. Huffing Harry started the walk towards Clint's room muttering, "Cmon, luv, lets get you to bed. Tomorrow you are going to have a killer headache."

Clint merely smiled dopily as he was guided/carried to his bed.

"Why so quiet Rogers?" Tony asked focusing on his tablet once more as his brother disappeared down the hallway.

"Your brother really cares about you," Steve commented instead of answering.

"Yeah, hard to tell which one of us is actually the older one," Tony responded biting his lip as he completely remade Harry's sidearm.

Steve just nodded his head thinking back when he had someone who cared for him like Black did for Stark. God, he missed Bucky.

An hour later, Steve left Tony to work in the quiet living room as he went to bed lamenting the loss of having a brother/family, not realizing that he has a chance to rebuild what he has lost.

Meanwhile, Harry was struggling to not grope the man he held in his arms as he laid Clint down on his bed; removing shoes, socks and pants. Caressing Clint's face, Harry leaned down to lightly kiss Clint's lips before slipping out the door, not noticing the archer gently touch his lip and smile before falling asleep once more.

Harry slumped into his office chair and turned on his computer to type out a quick email to his friends in England before undressing and slipping into his bed where his thoughts and dreams centered on a blonde hawk. He knew he would officially ask Clint out tomorrow.

AN – okay just one more part to this one and then officially finished. Maybe…..