D-claimer, I don't own any Marvel, sadly, if I did, Captain America and Iron Man would be together. This fic was brought about from the Avengers kink meme.

Rain was the first memory of Anthony Stark he could recall, which was saying something since the boy genius could remember a lot. It just so happened, that this was Anthony Stark's oldest memory, which was to say, it was slightly hazy in the finer details, such as the what day of the week it was or even what month the memory took place. He could not even remember the whole day clearly. What he could recall though, was one vivid fragment that he could never forget, not even if he tried.

Of what he could remember of the memory, Anthony could recall the day was overcast and a somewhat muggy, but there had not been any downpour, yet. Most people had been in a hurry to get gone before the downpour finally came and come it did. The clouds suddenly opened up and rain poured down with no other warning than a slight shift in the temperature, which sent people running for cover. Granted, it had the opposite effect on the three year old Anthony Stark. Instead of trying to find refuge inside, the child slipped outside of his father's nice dry office and into the heavy rain.

The water droplets immediately started to soak into the ten thousand dollar Armani suit his mother had forced him to wear that morning and as he jumped from forming puddle to puddle, the grim and muck doubtlessly was ruining the suit with each splash. Not that Anthony care, he was bored out of his mind sitting in the too white lobby and, more than likely, his parents wouldn't care either. They barely glanced his way unless they were parading him about in front of the cameras as they had been just a few hours ago. Once they were finished showing him off, he was set aside like one of his father's finished projects until it would come in use later. However, after hours of people watching and doodling schematics on scrapped pieces of paper, Anthony could not sit still any longer.

So, he made his own fun, calculating the best way to jump into the various puddles to maximize the splash and testing to see if his hypothesis had been correct. After all, it was all in the name of science, so he really wasn't doing anything wrong. Or at least, that was what he was going to tell Jarvis when he got home and the man gave him one of his infamous looks of exasperation at his ruined suit. The three year old was too wound up in his calculations and ideas of how to pacify Jarvis over the ruined Armani suit that he never noticed where his jumping into the next largest puddles had led him.

This would be right into the middle of the street; directly in front of incoming traffic. Anthony only noticed where he was when the loud blaring of a horn startled him into looking up into the oncoming lights of what looked to be a Jeep from his angle. Or it could have been an old military vehicle. Either way, Anthon's mind, which had been running over the last set of mathematical equations to form the biggest splash yet, went from processing a quarter of a mile of information a minute to instantly going into safe mode and his mind went blank.

To this day, he knew he would have been killed. Even at his young age, Anthony knew what death in the scientific sense and not the eternal sleep nonsense may parents tried to feed their children when they're too young to really understand. He would later admit to an empty room he had been terrified of death. He did not want to die. The only reason he had survived had been because of the large, soft body that collided with him. The impact had sent him out of the way of the incoming car and hurtling back on to the sidewalk. Anthony was gently deposited back in front of his father's office and finally given the chance to view his savior fully and not just the blackish-brown color of fur he had been pressed securely up against a nanosecond ago.

He first noticed the ethereal blue eyes which captivated Anthony with their color. The eyes almost seemed like they were emitting light on a wavelength similar to that of a B2II star, a bright giant blue star according to his current astronomy textbook. Only after the child drank his fill of the blue-white eyes did he notice that his savior was a bear. A North American black bear if his memory served him correctly. A bear which then shifted into a plan brown hummingbird and proceeded to flitter all around him, nudging Anthony with its long beck looking for any signs of injury. All the while, talking, chastising him for not paying attention to his surroundings.

It was only when a particular large raindrop landed on the hummingbird's head; throwing off the tiny bird's balance and flight that Anthony finally made a move other than blinking owlishly at the odd creature. His little hands reacted on their own accorded and caught the tumbling bird in his cupped hands. Bringing the huffing and shaken up tiny hummingbird to his face, the three year old studied it as it had been studying him a few seconds earlier to make sure there were no injuries.

"Rain, are you okay?" Anthony asked the tiny creature. The rest of the memory blurred out in Anthony's mind. He vaguely remembers other piece of what happened that day, like when the secretary finally realized her boss's son was outside playing in the rain and dragging him back inside and also when he had gotten back to the Stark Mansion, Jarvis giving him that look of exasperation that he knew he was going to get for his ruined clothing.

However, the rest of the memory from that day really didn't matter to Anthony Stark and he didn't care that he lost all the other detail of that day, because what he remembered was what was really important to him. He remembered the day he named his dæmon, his Rain, and that was all that mattered. It was a memory he would never forget as long as he lived.