So, not sure if you knew this, but they were g…

So, not sure if you knew this, but they were going to make Clint out to be Steve's son for modern times. But since the time changes with the Steve being capsized(pun intended) into the ice and Clint's own backstory happening well after world war 2 it didn't happen.(Well I like to think it could have worked out that way) Could you write a story about Clint hiding that he's Steve's son and some how Steve finds out.

It went a little different than expected but I hope you like it nevertheless 😉

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Hydra was history… and Shield, too. Fury was alive and he had met him in front of his own headstone, together with Sam and Natasha. But for now he had no idea what he should do. With Shield his job was gone, too, and so he thought he could visit Tony. The man in the entrance hall recognized him immediately and led him to the express elevator to the upper floors, to Tony’s penthouse.

“Hey,” Tony expected him already when the doors opened. He held two bottles of beer in his hand and before Steve could answer Tony had shoved one of them n his hand.

“Well, hello to you, too, Tony,” he smirked but clinked his bottle to Tony’s before he took a sip.

“It’s good you’re here,” Tony said and gestured for him to follow him. “There’s something you need to see.”

“Wha…” managed Steve before Tony interrupted him.

“I was just about to call you. Did they tell you if mind reading was one of your abilities?” He said while walking to the workstation he had in his living room.

“No,” Steve shook his head. “But since I’m unemployed at the moment I thought I could visit you.”

“Anyway, it’s good timing you’re here,” Tony said and with a wave of his hand he started the computer and it showed something he couldn’t identify.

“What’s that?” Steve asked and frowned.

“Remember all the Shield stuff Natasha dumped in the internet?” Tony asked and Steve nodded. “J downloaded it. And I just took a closer look.”

“Okay,” Steve said and took a sip from his beer.

“Steve, my friend,” Tony said and grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Congratulations, you’re a dad.”

Steve spat his beer on Tony’s Metallica shirt.

“I’m a what?” he squawked.

“When they pimped you up, they took samples. All kind of samples,” Tony said. “Blood, tissue, hair, urine… and sperm.”

Steve blushed violently. Of course he remembered all the medical tests they did afterwards.

“When you went down in the ice they dropped Project Rebirth,” Tony said and showed him a few documents. Steve read and nodded slowly. “But then,” Tony continued, “in the late seventies someone found a few of your old samples and thought it would be a good idea to use them. Well, not the urine or your hair, but…”

“I understand!” Steve snapped. “So… uh…”

“The thing is, Steven, they used your sperm to create new super soldiers. It didn’t work the way they wanted, they weren’t super soldiers, but…”

“What? What is it, Tony?”

“Eight,” Tony said. “They used your sperm to create eight identical children. And your friend Nick knew about it.”

“He… knew about it?” Steve had to sit down. “Do you… do you know the names?”

“No, not yet. I was just about to search for them when J told me you’re on your way up here,” Tony explained.

“Eight… I have eight children?”

“Well, since they were born 1979 they’re technically not children anymore but… yes, you’re the father of eight children.”

“But…” Steve just started but Jarvis interrupted them.

“I have decrypted the documents. I know the names now.”

“Show me,” Tony said and started to read, “Okay, here we go. The names are William Brandt, Aaron Cross, Jason Walsh, William James, Brian Gamble, James Coughlin, Jerry Pierce and…” Tony stopped and Steve looked at him expectantly.

“And?” He asked and Tony looked at him for a long moment. “And, Tony?”

“Clinton Barton,” he said.

“What?” Steve blurted. “Clint? Clint is my son?”

“It… it seems to be.”

“Tony,” Steve looked at him now. “Can you find the others? Can you find them? Can you find out what they do? If they…”

“Yes,” Tony interrupted him. “I will find them.” He patted Steve’s shoulder. “And you? What about you?”

“I… uh… I guess I will have to talk to Clint.”

“Steve…” Tony said but Steve shook his head.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I will have to talk to Clint and then I go to Fury to smack him in the puss.”

“That’s the spirit, Steven.”