Hi, long time no see. This was meant to be part of my GGC 2 one shots. Instead I made a story ready to post. Here's chapter one. PS first bad guy is a DC villain I nicked.

Disclaimer. I don't own the characters.

It was a lazy day in the Parker-Rogers house hold. Steve had a boring meeting and Peter had homework. Neither was particularly interesting but it was Saturday and Steve wasn't on a mission. That meant take out and TV. The house always lacked food on a Saturday, thus, the take out. Plus neither of them could ever be bothered to cook on a Saturday night. Peter said he thought the stove felt cursed on Saturday, which Steve guessed was teenager for lazy.

Peter struggled through his last page of boring questions. He might like science classes but he preferred seeing how things reacted with Tony and/or Bruce rather than writing page after page of questions and answers on it.

At last, his work book was up to date and he had an entire weekend free! Peter wanted to go out for a swing and he wanted a nap. It was a really hard choice but in the end, a yawn decided for him. Considering he had done his homework sitting on the living room floor, Peter got up and stretched before flopping onto the nearest sofa. He was asleep in seconds. It probably had something to do with his late night patrol and then the phone ringing too early this morning for Steve. Sometimes Peter really really hated his super hearing.

It felt like five minutes later when Peter felt his shoulder being wobbled. It had a weird effect on his weird dream which he cannot remember but he knew it was weird. Peter opened his eyes and gazed up at his last living relative. Steve was crouched down next to him, shaking him out of his weird dream and into his weird life.

"Time?" grumbled Peter.

"Time to get up." Steve laughed as he slowly stood up. His knee clicked loudly as he reached full standing position.

"Getting old there, gramps." Peter joked yawning and sitting up.

Steve wacked Peter lightly on the head causing the teen to laugh while the older man grumbled.

"But seriously," Peter said rubbing the palm of his hand into his eyes, "what time is it?"

"Time you got a watch." Steve joked.

Peter glared causing Steve to smirk.

"It's almost four and I thought you had homework." Steve said, wandering into the kitchen area.

Peter groaned loudly.

"I'm sleeping because I've done my homework!" he complained stumbling after Steve.

Steve raised his hands into a defensive position.

"It's your fault I'm sleeping anyway," Peter said, grabbing a glass. Steve raised an eyebrow. "Who gets a stupid phone call at seven AM! I mean come on!"

"That's not that early." Steve justified, moving out of the way of the sink to let Peter through. "It was Tony, he could have called at five."

Peter shivered in horror filling up his glass with water.

"Seven is just fine." He corrected. He sat on the edge of one of the counters getting a disapproving look from Steve, which he ignored. "How was the meeting thing anyway?"

Steve leaned on the counter across from Peter and rolled his eyes.

"Tony organised it and he was late, so no surprise there." Steve said as Peter snorted. "He and Bruce have set up these machines to detect strange happenings-"

"Strange as in gas leak or alien?" Peter cut in.

"More alien side of the spectre. Radiation that isn't normal at all or in large quantities. Apparently they picked something up." Steve finished.

"Anything interesting?" Peter asked.

"Tony sent a new drone there earlier today and it didn't really detect anything. There were no cameras in the area so no leads. I think Tony just wanted to boast how smart he was because his machine worked."

"And it picked up a breeze. Congratulations mister Stark, what a master piece of an invention." Peter mocked. Steve grinned.

"I told them to call me if something actually happened and they needed help handling it." Steve said.

"Is Thor at the mansion?" Peter asked, taking another sip of his water and starting to feel more awake.

"No but Jane has a project nearby so he's close enough." Steve said, turning to scan the shelves for food. "And Bruce promised they'd call him for back up first."

"So you're last resort back up?" Peter summed up.

"Pretty much. So that leaves the question, what shall we get for dinner?" Steve said grinning.

Peter held his hand to his stomach, looking like he was contemplating the facts of life.

"I actually have a small craving for Chinese if you don't mind." Steve said before Peter could choose.

"Sounds good. Now, the last question is, movie or TV." Peter said importantly, hopping down from the counter.

"What's on my movie list?"

"Pulp Fiction or Rocky Horror Show." Peter listed.

"Have you seen them?" Steve asked him with a look of confusion. They sounded odd.

"No but can I just say, Rocky Horror is apparently really weird." Peter said, scrunching his nose.

"Fine, let's just browse." Steve shrugged.

Peter's face turned very serious.

"I have a question for you that could affect the outcome of the human race." Peter said importantly.

Steve looked over and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you or do you not remember how to use the remote?"

Steve's face was priceless. He looked so unamused Peter couldn't help laughing.

Steve lunged for the boy, ready to tackle him to the ground. Peter dodged and jumped to safety, close to the living room.

"I'm sorry grandpa, I know it must be hard with your memory sometimes." Peter grinned, crouching on the back of the sofa.

Steve took this as a challenge and dived towards his great grandson, expertly manoeuvring around the furniture. If there was one thing he had learnt about Peter in all the time he had known the teen, it was that he was ticklish. He just had to reach him.

It was three hours later that their Chinese arrived. Peter answered the door like he always did. They were paranoid someone might recognise Steve if they looked long enough. Peter was just glad that the delivery man couldn't come up to their flat and see the mess they made. Steve was reorganising the pillows so that the two superheroes could slouch comfortably while eating.

As Peter went back upstairs he contemplated how much he like Saturdays. Normally Steve was a relaxed guy but he had little rules like eating at the table and home cooked meals everyday unless it was a special occasion. Oh and the food must be healthy. Saturday nights were a nice change.

Peter charged into the flat and found Steve had already put cutlery and drinks on the coffee table and was grabbing the TV remote.

"That's the DVD remote." Peter called out as he went to the sofa.

Steve looked shocked for half a second and quickly changed remotes. The TV stayed black and Peter snorted as he settled down. Steve playfully wacked Peter before switching back and turning the TV on.

The couple sat and ate in the familiar atmosphere. They would laugh at whatever they flicked onto or Peter would mock a serious scene. Steve attempted that and Peter almost spat his drink out laughing. Not many people got to see Steve like this, less got to see Captain America like this, but whatever this was, this calm, this happiness, Peter liked it.

Sadly, like all good things, the peace came to an end too soon. They hadn't been sitting down for more than an hour and Steve's phone went off. After seeing that the caller ID was Bruce, Steve pressed answer and went into the kitchen leaving Peter to slump into the sofa. Was it wrong that he wanted Steve to stay with him for one day? He was his grandson! Surely he got dibs.

Meanwhile, Steve was losing his patience. This phone call was not going well, he kept his voice low though.

"Explain to me again what happened." He growled.

"Look, Steve, I'm sorry, we don't know what happened. There isn't any more I can add. Someone broke into the prototype room and just took the weapon." Bruce was trying his best to calm Steve down.

"So this weapon, it can knock me out? Why the hell did Tony make it?" He wasn't asking a question, he was ordering an answer.

"Tony made it because he's Tony." Bruce said calmly. "And no, it drains your power temporarily. Hang on, Tony's just come in, I'll let him explain."

Steve heard scuffling as the phone exchanged hands.

"Don't shout." Was the first thing Tony said as soon as his mouth was close enough to the mouth piece.

"Why the he-"

"One, doing this project helped me look into your biology. Aren't you interested in how exactly the serum affected you, how it adjusts in you constantly and doesn't drain out? And two, I'm paranoid. What if we have to fight against you?"

"How could yo- I've been fighting bullies my whole life. Why would I stop?" Steve argued.

"What if your perspective changes? What happens if someone gets into your head? What if they blackmail you into killing a bunch of people? You're very spry for an old man!" Tony insisted. "Captain America fighting against America. Wouldn't you like a fail safe?"

Steve was speechless.

"Hey Steve?" Peter called out nervously.

"T-two seconds, Pete." Steve called back, still in shock.

"I'm already focusing on making something against Th- oh crap, hang on." An alarm went off in the background.

"What's-"

"Gramps!" Peter called out more urgently.

"Just a-" Steve started shouting back.

"The weird energy, it's showing again it - oh crap it's in your-"

"CRUD." Peter cried.

There was a loud crash from the living room. Steve didn't wait another second. He charged back in and saw Peter sitting, dazed on the floor by the sofa. The sofa had scorch marks but no burns.

Across the room stood a man that screamed military. His close cropped hair and dark uniform gave that away in an instant, his dark eyes and angry look just told Steve what side he was on, and it wasn't theirs.

"It's funny." The man said. He had no obvious accent. "This gun supposedly makes the great Captain America a mortal man. I wonder what it does to a boy."

The man spoke almost mockingly, waving a black gun with red outlines. It was no longer than the man's forearm but that didn't make it any less dangerous. In a holster around his waist, the man also had a blue gun. It was shaped like an ordinary gun but was bright blue.

Steve jumped into position in front of Peter. He quickly glanced at the teen who seemed to be getting his bearings again but he still looked dazed. Steve looked back over at their intruder.

"Who are you?" Steve demanded.

"I did not think you left a legacy. But apparently you have a grandson, interesting. Who is the mother? Perhaps the serum will be stronger from a direct descendant than further down the line." The man commented. He didn't seem at all bothered by the angry glare Steve was directing his way.

"What do you want?" Steve ordered losing his patience.

"I want to win the war. It appears we did not succeed the first time." The man stated. "I am here to collect the trump card. You."

"The war is over, the right team won, I won't help you change the tide." Steve said. He had no idea what this man was getting at so he was making guesses.

"It's funny," the man said in a blank tone. "Where I come from you have just been declared dead. Does this mean I can collect your corpse and resurrect you for the right cause?"

Steve was starting to piece together this mad man's ramblings.

"I recommend you go back to your own time and lose fair and square." It didn't sound like much of a recommendation.

"And if I don't?" The man said, amusement entering his tone.

Steve felt Peter shift behind him. The teen grabbed the back of Steve's leg to help him climb back into a standing position. When he was standing fully he had to lean onto Steve for support. Although Steve knew this was a tactical disadvantage, he was comforted to know Peter was alright.

"I'm sure I could beat you back a few centuries." Steve said fiercely.

"Considering the child is barely affected by my new weapon, I fear it will have no effect on you." The man said sadly lowering his weapon. Steve didn't relax though. He felt Peter tense slightly behind him. That normally meant things were about to get worse!

"My colleagues will just have to deal with you when you arrive." The man stated, quickly pulling out the blue gun. It was fired with quick and accurate precision.

Steve didn't have a second to think about the situation. As soon as the intruder had brought up the gun he felt Peter's weight push at him, and then he was flying across the room into the wall. Steve looked back in time to see a neon blue bullet hit Peter directly in his stomach just as the boy started falling to the ground.

Everything froze for a second. Peter crashed onto his knees, legs unable to support him and looked at shock at his stomach.

Blue tendrils started making their way across his skin and clothes, starting at his new bullet wound.

Peter looked over to Steve as the blue spread to his neck.

"Grandpa?" Peter said quietly. He sounded cold and scared and very far away. Steve started scrambling to his feet as the last of Peter's skin was covered in blue lines. Then, in a flash of white, he vanished.

Steve was only millimetres away when it happened and there was nothing he could do.

He had all but forgotten about the intruder. When he looked back over the man had raised his gun again and was pointing it at Steve. Before he could fire the window next to him exploded and a mass of red crashed into him. The gun was dropped and the man was crushed against the wall.

"Sorry for the delay, Cap, traffic was-" before Tony could finish, Steve used all his strength to push the iron man suit out of the way. He grabbed the intruder by the throat, lifting him off the floor.

"WHERE'S MY GRANDSON?" Steve shouted. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

It was then Tony noticed the scorched sofa, the prototype gun he made and the lack of brown haired nerd.

The man cackled as best he could with his wind pipe being crushed. Tony grabbed Steve's arm and yanked it back allowing the man to crash in a mess on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

"Breathe Cap!" Tony said, lifting his face mask to show his face. It had the rare look of concern etched onto it. "What happened?"

"He shot Peter!" Steve lunged at the man again but Tony held him back. "He shot him and he just vanished!"

Tony turned to face the intruder. He pointed a hand repulser close to the man's face.

"Explain now or it's going to hurt." Tony demanded.

The man just laughed so Tony made the repulser glow, dangerously close to firing.

"I sent him to the war you just left." The man laughed, his voice scratchy.

That was all Steve needed to know before he knocked the lights out of the man in one punch.

"Please tell me he's not dead." Tony said looking disgusted.

"No, but if he doesn't explain later, he will be." The captain said simply.

It took them less than ten minutes to get back to the main Avengers facility Tony was still in the process of setting up. Clint had picked them up from the roof with a quinjet. Steve had hefted the man onto his shoulder as they moved and unceremoniously dropped him whenever he wasn't moving. Tony had grabbed the weapons and carefully handled them back to jet.

Steve was scaring Tony. It wasn't like he hadn't seen Steve in Cap mode, or concentrating or getting frustrated. But he had never actually seen Steve angry. This wasn't just angry, Steve was furious. He didn't speak a word as they made their way back to the facility or when the man was finally contained in a cell. He just grabbed a chair, slammed it in front of the invisible laser wall and sat down. He then sat there glaring at the man as if his eyes would cause the man immeasurable pain.

Tony decided it was best to let the man brood while he went up to explain what happened. Or at least, the limited amount of what he knew happened.

"Hey Jarvis, can you get any available Avengers here in five?" Tony called up.

"Yes, sir." Said the British AI.

Tony made his way to the nearest conference room, shed his armour and slumped into the nearest chair running his hand over his face.

"I guessed you'd want us here." Bruce made Tony jump as he came into the room. "I had Clint pick me up as soon as he dropped you off."

"Yeah, and he asked why there was blood on the floor." Clint said entering. "Who was that guy anyway?"

"Are Nat and Thor coming?" Tony asked tiredly. The archer and scientist looked at each other. Something had to be serious for Tony not to call them by his nicknames.

"Thor's still with Lady Jane and Nat's on a mission." Clint explained.

"Tony, what happened after I passed you the phone?" Bruce asked urgently.

Instead of speaking, Tony brought up footage of the cell area, specifically the one Steve was glaring into. This just confused the men more.

"I was talking to Steve about the prototype that was stolen-" Tony started.

"Wait, what was stolen?" Clint cut in. Bruce brushed his hand in a 'later' motion.

"And then that weird energy signature came up again." Tony explained. "I could hear Peter calling for Steve but I kept the guy on the phone." Tony started sinking lower into his chair, realisation of how it all fit together, hitting him like a brick. "The guy was in their house. Steve left before I could say where the signal was coming from, something happened that alerted him sooner than I could."

"Tony, what happened?" Bruce said firmly.

"The guy shot Peter. Steve said he shot Peter but Peter wasn't there. Then this guy says that he's gone back in time." Tony finished glumly.

Clint stood gaping while Bruce moved closer to the table. He leaned on it trying not to turn green. He needed the facts first.

"Jarvis," Bruce called out, "I want to speak to Steve."

"Communications are now open with the detainment floor."

"Steve," Bruce started. The man in the video didn't shift from his seat. "I need you to come up here. We need to know what happened."

"You can glare at the unconscious man through the camera." Clint called out causing Steve to glare at the nearest camera. Clint took a step back. Maybe the old fossil wasn't in the mood for a joke he noted.

Nonetheless, Steve got out of his seat and left the view of the camera. Within two minutes he stormed into the room and headed straight for Tony, yanking the man out of his seat by the front of his shirt.

"If Peter's dead, know that I hold you partly responsible." The words held so much venom and hate Tony couldn't think of any retort. He had already guessed that his gun had some part to play in the teen's demise.

"As much as you may hate Tony, reign it in for a sec." Clint said getting serious. "What happened and how does this connect to Tony being an arse?"

Steve let go of Tony and the man stumbled before getting back into his seat. Steve's glare dropped and he turned sad.

"There was a crash in the living room, I go in and find Peter dazed on the floor with that guy-" Steve glared at the man on the projection. "- holding some gun. The guy talks some mumble about being from the war, how I had just 'died' and how it was obvious his team didn't win. He wanted to rewrite history, get a weapon that would win the war, and soon."

Steve went on to explain how Peter had taken a bullet for him, the blue that had patterned his skin and then the bright light. Clint looked as clueless as the scientists which did not bode well for Steve.

Once he had finished they sat in silence. Steve sat there berating himself, criticizing his every move from the last hour, while the others tried to comprehend what had happened.

Surprisingly it was Clint who spoke first.

"He's not dead." He said with complete certainty.

"How in the hell do-" Steve started, his voice rising.

"The guy was aiming at you? He wanted you as his weapon. Why kill the weapon?" Clint asked rhetorically. "It was a mistake to hit Peter but he sent him back in time in your place. I'm not saying that's a good thing. They won't get why this kid landed in their field but they'll know where he came from and expect that he was sent back for a reason. We can use that. It gives us time to plan."

Bruce had started nodding in agreement while Tony started looking slightly more optimistic. Steve just hoped Clint was right.

Steve turned to face Tony.

"Tell me about your gun." He ordered.