Steve blinked a little and nodded. "it's a perfect name for him." he agreed with a smile, "besides, it's still your DNA so it counts... even if thinking about it tends to make my brain hurt." he admitted. "it's just a hiccup." Loki promised through his snickers, Steve sighing. "okay... so, maybe we're a bit paranoid." he admitted, smiling at Tony before leaning over him and kissing him.
over the next year, Steve's 'episodes' became less and less. he still had moments where he would retreat inside himself, particularly after a blood mission. those where becoming more and more rare though. he had healed, mentally, to the point where he could have sex without ever having a panic attack. granted, in a fit of madness he did once try to carve off the branding on his dick. it sort of worked, though the scarring there just got to bad to make out the branding Steve was content that you could no longer tell what it was. or rather, what it had been. "come on James... you love mashed pees!" Steve complained, frowning at the stubborn one and a half year old who had just learned his new favorite word. "No!" "yes! eat your pees. come on...." Steve ordered, rolling his eyes and James just scowled. "no!" "yes!" "no!" "yes!" "no!" "No!" "no!" "well what do you know. the cartoons lie." Steve mused, chuckling as he gave in and washed James face and let him down out of his high chair. "there you go scamp, go crawl off and pester your siblings." he ordered, watching the toddler scoot off on hands and knees. he was a quick little shit. faster at crawling than walking at that point but getting much better at walking.
