Imagine Steve in an AU where he adopts the Maximoff twins!
“So Friday tells me if you want to stay, we have to get started, like yesterday on your alphabet soup visa type applications because it can take a while and like—Friday, can you explain it?” Tony flashed a quick smile. “Pepper usually handles this sort of thing. Sorry.”
“Sure, boss. Their B visas expire in approximately 4 months. They’ll need to apply for an H1-B if they want to stay. Though, it’ll be a stretch. I’m not sure if the government will consider what they do as ‘skilled labor’. Worth a shot, and they’re familiar with Stark Industries sponsoring visas. We just have to hope they make it through the lottery.”
Pietro quirked an eyebrow. “And if we don’t?”
“-We can find a way. Right?” Tony glanced towards the ceiling.
“We might be able to get you back on an L visa, if we can set you up in our Sokovia branch. It’s mostly a foundation, but it’d be just about all we have left as an option. A green card would be an option, too, but it’d take some time. More than we have.”
After Sokovia, with the twins joining the Avengers in a not-so-low-profile move to the Tower, the government was asking a lot of questions about their allegiances and intent. Tony had lawyers for that, but they were still working on the best way to legally keep the Maximoffs in the country. They kept coming up short. Tony dropped heavily onto a couch with a groan. “Uggghhh. This is why Pepper does all this. What the hell.”
“Or” Steve had come out of nowhere, dropping a folder onto the glass table. “We do an adult adoption.”
“Can you do that?” Tony sat up straighter.
“I’ll have to look into it, boss. But without any living parents, provided they consent, Captain Rogers should be able to.”
Wanda smiled slyly. “Is that why you give Vision side-eye? Do you disapprove of the relationship we may or may not have?”
Pietro laughed. “You do a great Disappointed Dad face. I will not call you Dad, though.”
Steve grinned. “I don’t expect you would.”
Wanda glanced over the paperwork Steve had brought. “Ok. Yes. But,” she pointed a finger at Steve, “only if you promise to stop looking so suspicious of Viz.”
Steve held up his hands. “Sorry, ok.”
Tony clapped his hands together. “This is great. I’ve gotta go organize a party. Adoption shower. Something. There’ll be cake. It’s gonna be great. Friday! Friday, take care of Steve’s paperwork.”