#mob boss!steve rogers x reader

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 7

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader

Word count: 6.3k

Warning: mention of blood/blood splatter, gun use, gunshot, knife use, non-con touching (not Steve), SA, attempted rape, bruises, beating, angst, protective Steve

A/N: I really liked writing this chapter. Here we have a situation in which reader knows that Steve is in the mob but has never been in direct contact with any type of violence or anything until she is… We also find out who the woman that broke Steve's heart is (Are we surprised who it is?) We'll find out why later on so here we go....

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“One more piece of tape.” You said as you held your hand out. 

“Here you go.” 

You place the tape on the last corner and then smooth it out to make sure it stays in place. 

“Mom are you done?” Eli pops his head into the room you’re in. “They’re downstairs.”

“Yes, come on.” 

You and Eli were two balls of energy. Everything was in place and Regina was more than supportive in your excitement. For the last two days you had been working on getting a room ready for Peter. He was finally being released from the hospital and considering how things were going Steve thought it would be better if Peter stayed for a while. 

There’s voices coming from the hallway so you and Eli stand together and wait for the door to open. Steve smiles as he opens the door and steps inside. Peter is right behind him. 

“Welcome home.” You and Eli yell at the same time. Peter, still being medicated, is startled before he starts laughing. 

“Thanks guys. Did you help decorate?” He asks Eli who walked up to Peter and hugged him gently. 

“Yeah. Do you wanna watch a movie?” 

“That sounds like a great idea bud.” 

“Eli, let Peter get settled first. Why don’t you go help Dom make some snacks for the two of you?” 

“Ok ma. I’ll be right back.” Eli says before he’s running out the door. 

“It’s good to see you’re back.” You said as you gave Peter a hug of your own. 

“Glad to be back too.”

You smile as you help him get comfortable in bed. Regina helps by getting his bags from Sam and sorting out the items. 

“Who’s she?” Peter nods in her direction. 

“This is Regina, the newest member of our staff.” 

Peter gives her an awkward smile and his eyes dart to Steve. He thought he’d find the boss checking her out but his eyes were only on you. Peter knew from the first moment Steve liked you but he was stubborn. He wouldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. Steve had warned him to keep a level head and to keep feelings out of the business. But seeing him now it would seem as if his boss was going against his own advice. 

“Nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything.” Regina offers. “I’m going to get back to work.”  

“Thanks.” Steve says as he moves so that she can reach the door. 

You stay for a few more minutes catching up with Peter before you excuse yourself too. Bucky and Sam walk out with you.

“We’ll let you get settled but we do have to talk about what happened at some point.” Steve says. 

“Of course boss.” Peter nods. “I’m glad you brought them here. Y/N and Eli I mean. It was just the two of them and with Eli as sick as he is Y/N needs all the support she can get.” 

“And she has it now. Why didn’t you tell me about her and her son?” 

Peter looks down at his hands. 

“You’re not in trouble.” 

“She asked me not to. Simple as that. Eli is her priority and I respected that.” 

“You’re loyal, I like that about you kid.” Steve says. “You’re not keeping any other secrets from me are you?” 

“No sir. Eli is the only thing I’ve ever kept a secret.” 

“Good. Now get some rest.” 

Steve flexed his hand, assessing the damage on his knuckles from the interrogation he’d been a part of. He hissed when the cold alcohol swab touched the open skin on his other hand. 

“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur as you throw away the used alcohol pad. 

You turn away from Steve to grab some ointment and when you turn back he’s lighting a cigarette. 

“Hey.” Steve protests when you snatch the unlit cigarette from his mouth. “What the hell, I need a smoke. I'm stressed.” 

“No smoking in the house.” 

“It’s my house.” Steve argues back. 

“Elijah can’t inhale smoke so either quit or go outside to the other end of the yard where he doesn’t play.” 

“So now I can’t do whatever I want in my own house?”  Steve glares at you but you aren’t intimidated by it. 

You roll your eyes before taking his hand again and finish cleaning it up before moving around to the next one. 

“I didn’t ask you to move in. You brought me here and told me this place was safe for me and my kid. Now if you go and trigger an asthma attack it won't be good for him.” 

Steve huffs but agrees. He sits silently for a moment as he watches you.

“You know maybe I should get you a sexy nurse uniform.” 

“And who would I wear it for?”

“Your only patient.” Steve says, matter of fact. “Do you think I’d let anyone else see you dressed in something like that?” 

“I don’t know, I thought it was my choice who I let see me with or without clothes on.” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, a smirk playing on your lips when Steve’s jaw clenched. “What? Does it bother you that I could go out there and find someone and let him take me home?” 

Steve stands abruptly and spins you so that you’re chest to chest with him. His hands lay flat against the flat surface of the desk  behind you, his eyes darkening at just the thought of someone else putting their hands on you. Your breath hitches at the intensity in his gaze. 

“Do you really think I would let that happen? Let some asshole touch you.” 

“It’s not up to you, Steve. I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want. Why do you care anyway? Are you still just trying to get me in your bed? Is this why you’ve been so helpful, you think that helping me with Eli will get me to sleep with you? I won’t risk it. My job is much more important than a one night stand with you. Besides I thought we were past this you sleeping with your maids thing.” 

Steve groans in frustration, his head falling to your shoulder. You smile and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“No. I’m helping you with Eli because I genuinely care.” He pulls back to look at you, his gaze much softer now. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before but I will be now. I want you. Not just for one night.” 

“Well two nights isn’t going to cut it either.” 

“You’re being a brat, you know that? I'm going to win you over.” 

You laugh and get closer to his face, his eyes immediately going to your lips. 

“Well I’m not going to make it easy for you.” You murmur and kiss the tip of his nose just as the door opens. 

Bucky walks in, his steps falter as he watches the two of you separate yourself from one another. 

“Hey Buck, right on time I was just finishing up here.” You say as if he didn’t walk in on the two of you in a compromising position. 

“Uh-ok cool.” 

You pick up the first aid kit and place it back in its spot within Steve’s office. As you head for the door you stop and turn to look at both men.

“How much longer is that mess going to be downstairs?” You asked about the nameless idiot that shot Peter.

“It will be cleaned up soon.” 

“Ok, just let me know if you need me to take Eli out for the day. I don’t want him to see any of that.” 

“Of course.” Steve smiled and you walked out.

“What was that about?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve waves his hand dismissively. 

“Ok? Anyways, Beck still won’t talk. We’ve tried everything.” 

Steve sighed as he ran a hand over his beard. “We’re going to have to call either Lloyd or Loki in. But we’ll move Beck first. I don’t want that done here.” 

“I’ll figure out where to move him to.” 

“Thanks, I’ll make the call.” Steve leans forward and grabs the phone while Bucky heads back out. 

You heard Steve’s voice before you walked into Elijah’s room. Almost as soon as you had moved in, Eli requested that Steve read with him at night before bed. You told your son you weren’t sure that was possible but in the short time you’ve been there Steve hasn’t missed a night. Although reading didn’t take long, all of the medication Eli was on made him sleepy. It didn’t stop him from fighting it and trying to stay awake for just a few more minutes. You lean against the doorframe and watch Steve tuck Eli in and turn off the lamp next to his bed. 

“Hey.” Steve says as he walks out of the bedroom. 

“He didn’t put up much of a fight did he?” 

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I think all of the excitement of having Peter here wore him out.” 

You smile while looking back into the darkened bedroom. “I’m not surprised. He loved when Pete would come over and play video games.” 

Steve’s eyes were still on you when you looked back up at him. There was an intense feeling of need between the two of you as you stood in the quiet dimly lit hallway. One that pulled you closer to each other. He cleared his throat and you looked away.

“I have some business to attend to at one of my clubs. Will you be alright here alone?” 

“Yeah. Peter is sleeping too and I think Dom had a poker game. I’m just gonna enjoy a nice bubble bath before bed.” 

Steve groans and closes his eyes. You bite back a laugh. 

“Do you need a hand with this bubble bath?” 

You smile and shake your head before starting to walk backwards toward your own room. “I’m good, thanks. I can take care of myself just fine.” 

“Tease.” Steve mutters as he watches you walk into your room. 

****

Steve shook hands with his newest associate, Erik Killmonger. They had worked together before but this was going to be on a more permanent and lucrative basis. The two men were in the vip section with a drink in hand celebrating their new business deal. 

They looked down at the sea of people dancing and drinking as they talked about logistics and expectations. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” A sickly sweet voice called out from behind them. 

It was a voice Steve recognized and immediately tensed because of it. He turned slowly, anger already rising within him. A glare was sent in the direction of the uninvited guest but she was unphased.

“What are you doing here, Sharon?” Steve demanded to know. 

“I just came by to say hello, see how my old friend was doing.” 

“You shouldn’t be here. Not my club and not in New York.” 

She rolled her eyes and sat at one of the plush couches, motioning for a waitress to get her a drink. “I heard you were doing business and I have a proposition for you.” 

Erik looked between the two and excused himself after mentioning something about someone catching his eye. It left Steve alone with Sharon although Bucky quickly and quietly joined them. 

“So what do you say, Rogers? Want to make a deal?” Sharon asked as she batted her lashes at Steve. 

“No. You shouldn’t even be in New York but I’ll be a gentleman and give you twelve hours to leave.” Steve nods at Bucky who moves and grabs Sharon by the arm. 

“You can’t be serious? Is this because of Peggy?” 

Steve tensed at the mention of her name. It brought back bitter and hurtful memories. He kept his expression unreadable though and looked back at the blonde. 

“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d never work with The Carter Family again and I intend to keep it. I also told you that you have twelve hours to leave.”

Sharon pulls her arm away from Bucky’s hold. “It’s a shame you’re letting your emotions get in the way of a very lucrative deal.” 

“Sharon-” Steve raised his hand to stop her from talking when she opened her mouth.

“Steve.”

“What Buck?” He looked over a Bucky, annoyed that he was being interrupted. 

“We have to go. Check your phone.” 

Steve pulls out his phone to find a few missed calls and texts from your phone. 

Y/N: Steve mom needs help. 

Y/N: Come home now!

Y/N: Please!!

Y/N: Answer your  phone.

Steve immediately called you back but you didn’t answer. The urgency came from the first message that was obviously from Eli. He wasn’t sure how he missed yours and Peter’s calls but he left Sharon forgotten in his VIP section and headed back home with Sam and Bucky.

Eli and Peter were sleeping. Dom had gone to a weekly poker game with his friends. The house was quiet and you have wanted to take advantage of the bathtub in your room for a while. So that’s what you did. You lit some candles and added epsom salts and oils into the water. It was perfect. With some music playing softly in the background the only thing missing was a glass of wine. You grabbed your robe and headed downstairs with the intention of pouring yourself some. 

It was while passing Elijah’s room that something felt off. While you left the door ajar it was opened a little too wide. Then there was a smell of cigarette smoke that bothered you. Especially after asking Steve not to smoke around him. You knew that request bothered him but he wouldn’t go do anything to harm Eli either. So you crept up to the door and peered inside just to make sure Eli was still asleep. You could see him on the bed sleeping soundly but the cigarette smoke clung in the air heavily. Since the room was dark other than the sliver of light that illuminated the bed you struggled to make anything else out. 

You hear it before you see it. The deep inhale in the corner of the room. Then the lit cigarette. The person smoking takes a step out of his hiding place and you can barely make out his short slicked back hair and large frame. Your breathing stops as you stare at this stranger in your son’s room. 

“Well what do we have here?” It’s almost a whisper but it sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. 

“Get out of this room right now.” 

The stranger walked closer to you. He was tall and obviously strong. You were sure he would overpower you but he was a threat to your son. You’d do anything to protect him. With every step he took you took one back in the hopes of leading him out into the hallway. 

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Rogers must be treating you well if you walk around like that.” He motioned toward your robe which had loosened and revealed your bra. He licked his lips as he eyed you. “The kid might be a bit of a mood killer though.” 

You wrapped the robe around yourself tightly and headed towards the stairs. He stalked towards you with a predatory gaze in his eyes. Before you could get to the top of the stairs he grabs the back of your neck, pressing his body against your. One hand wraps around your throat and the other starts roaming your body.

“That’s no way to treat a guest, Honey.” He whispered in your ear before sniffing your hair. 

“Let me go.” 

“Show me a good time and maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll keep you.”  

He started dragging back into the hallway and opened the first door he found. 

“No. Please don’t.” You tried to push against him in hopes of avoiding being thrown into the bed. But he was taller and obviously stronger than you. 

“You should cooperate sweetheart. Maybe I’ll go easy on ya.” 

You're thrown onto the bed. The robe you were wearing is now open, exposing your bra and revealing the shorts you were wearing. You cry and beg as your attacker moves to crawl over you, his lips find their way to your neck as he holds your hands above your head with one hand. His grip is hard and painful. The other he uses to keep your face still as he kisses you. He pulls back and smirks down at you. 

“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cry.” He laughs as he moves around in order to undress you. In a moment of desperation you kick your feet up and manage to kick him in his groin. “You fucking cunt.” In his moment of weakness you kick higher this time and your foot connects with his face. He grabs his nose and starts cursing at you but you’re moving away from him.

You ran faster this time in hopes of getting down the stairs. As long as he was away from Eli you didn’t care what happened to you. 

“Dumb whore. I was going to be good to you but now you’re fucked. When I’m done with you, you’ll never see the kid again.” He yelled as he followed you down the stairs. “Stop running or I’ll go back up there and shoot the kid.”

Turning to look over your shoulder slowly you saw the gun aimed at you. 

“I really only came here for one thing. You see your little fuck buddy, Rogers, he has an associate of mine.” He says while taking a few steps down towards you. 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Elijah creep out of his room. He stood there unmoving as he watched a stranger pull a gun out on his mom. You prayed he would go hide again and were relieved when he moved away from the railing. 

On the landing that led to the second floor you stood looking up at the intruder. He takes slow deliberate steps just to show you that he was in control. Your tear stained cheeks do nothing to deter his attack.

“If you tell me where he is,” he pulls his phone out and shows you a picture. “I won’t have the kid watch what I do to you. I won’t sell him off to the highest bidder either.” 

A door opens up at the end of the hall. He stops on the last step so that he’s hidden from whoever is there.

“Y/N?” Peter’s sleepy voice breaks the tense silence. “Y/N, I need some help.” 

The stranger takes a peek around the corner and sees Peter making his way down slowly. You take his distraction and charge at him full force hoping to at least knock him down and get the gun away from him. Barreling into him, shoulder first, he falls back. It wasn’t so much your strength but catching him off guard that helped you. He groaned as he grabbed his head, a small amount of blood started to trickle from the apparent gash at the back. While it looked like it hurt it didn’t completely knock your aggressor out. 

“Peter, get back in your room. Call Steve or anyone tell them to get back now.” You yelled before running down the stairs with the gun in your hand. 

Not even hitting his head against a few steps slows down your attacker. It forces you to head into the kitchen instead of outside. You turn on your heel and hold the gun up, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you.” You say.

“Really? I don’t think you’ve ever used a gun before.” 

“First time for everything.” You reply. “On your knees.” The gun is still pointed at him but it shakes almost violently in your hands. 

He smirks and takes another step closer. The gun goes off but it hits the floor. It makes your hands shake even more.

“Don’t. Move.” You say through gritted teeth. 

There’s movement behind him and then Peter is telling you to move. The intruder turns around to face Peter knowing you won’t be able to shoot. He still gets shot once in the shoulder and in each kneecap forcing him to the ground. When you stand from behind the kitchen island you see Peter standing with a gun in his hand, suppressor attached. 

“Are you ok?” He asks while keeping his gun aimed down at the intruder. 

“I think so.” You say with a shaky voice while looking him over. “You’re bleeding.” 

“I think I ripped my stitches.” 

“I’ll get you cleaned up. Let me just-“ you look around unsure of what you can use to restrain him.  “I’ll be right back.” You run down the steps to the basement on wobbly legs. 

“We can use this.” 

You say as you get to the top stair with some rope. Peter nods but grimaces at any slight movement. 

“What do I do?” You look up at Peter.

“Y/N, Peter?” 

“In the kitchen.” You yell out. 

Coulson’s quick steps echo throughout the otherwise quiet home. He stares at the scene in front of him bewildered for just a moment. 

“Give me the rope.” He says and moves into action. 

You help Peter get to the couch. “I’m gonna get the first aid kit ok? I’ll be right back.”

“Hey,” he catches your hand. “Go check on Eli first, this can wait a few minutes.” 

He saw the relief in your eyes and the way your tense shoulders slumped. 

You run up the stairs and head directly to his room where you find the door locked.

“Elijah, baby it’s me.” You knock. “Baby please open the door. It’s ok.” 

The door opens and Eli’s crying face comes into view.

“Mom.” He rushes to you, burying his face in your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“It’s ok, it’s safe now. Are you ok?”

You feel him nodding against you. The only thing you can do is hug him back and assure him that he’s ok. After a few minutes you pull away, kneeling to get a better look at him and make sure there are no marks on him. 

“Why was that man here? Why did he want to hurt you?”

“I don’t know, baby.” You brush away his tears. “Let’s go sit.” 

Eli takes your hand and walks back into his room. You aren’t sure if it’s him shaking or you but it’s almost uncontrollable. 

“I tried to call and text Steve but he didn’t answer.” He holds out your phone.

“You did a good job, come here.” 

You take your phone and call Steve immediately but there’s no answer. Then you call Sam and Bucky and still nothing. You send them all a few texts and you start to worry that they have been hurt. Dom answers right away and he tells you that he’ll be back in a few minutes. After that you sit against the headboard and bring Elijah to sit on your lap and you hold him tight like when he was a baby. The only thing you could do now was wait. 

Steve flew through traffic in order to make it back as fast as he could. His mind raced as he tried and failed to get an answer from you. He came up with the worst case scenarios of what could be happening. All Steve hoped was that you and Eli were ok no matter what the issue was. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to either of you. 

 Sam and Bucky weren’t far behind when Steve finally pulled into the driveway of his mansion. Immediately he knew something was way off. The normal guards that were posted around the perimeter were missing. He grabbed his gun as he stepped out of his car. When he looked backed, Sam and Bucky also had their guns out. 

Steve rushed to the door, opening it without warning. His gun was up as he walked in with Sam and Bucky behind him. They walk into the living room only to find Peter sitting back on the couch, his hand putting pressure on the area where he had been stitched up previously. Dom was fussing over him trying to help stop the bleeding.

“Peter? What happened?” Steve asked, getting the attention of the semiconscious young man. 

“There’s this guy. He broke in.” 

“I have him down in the room.” Coulson stepped out of the kitchen. “I got an alert from the security alarm. I got here just as Peter shot him. It seems he had his eyes set on Y/N.”

“Where is she?” 

“Upstairs.” Peter answers. “With Eli.” 

Steve looks back and Bucky lifts his chin up towards the stairs. 

“We’ll go see who this idiot is.” 

“Get Peter medical help and find out what happened to the guards.”

“Clint and Nat are on their way.” Coulson says. “I’ll have them take Peter in.”

Steve nods and heads upstairs. He takes two at a time until he reaches the third floor. His heart is beating out of his chest as he walks up to Eli’s room, worried about the state he would find you in. He knocks but doesn’t get an answer so he opens the door and takes a peek inside. The cigarette smoke still lingers but he doesn’t find either you or Eli. Steve walks out and heads to your room, knocking a bit more harshly than he intended too. 

“Y/N? Can you open up?” Steve calls out. After a minute the door opens and your tear stained face peeks out. 

“Steve.” You whimper when you finally see him.

“C’mere, baby.” Steve pulls you into his chest. He feels your whole body trembling and his arms tighten around you. “Are you ok? Is Elijah?” 

You nod against his chest and begin to sob now that Steve was there. 

“It’s over. You’re safe.” Steve murmured.

He kept as calm as he could but he felt nothing but rage. Not only did someone think they could just walk into his home without any repercussions, they also terrorized you. There would be hell to pay once he was downstairs to get the necessary information. 

“Do either of you need to see a doctor?”

“No. We’re ok, just shaken up a bit.” You reply as you finally look up at him again. 

“Alright. What about you? Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did he do anything to you?” 

You avert your eyes and Steve’s stomach drops. 

“What did he do? Did he touch you?” Steve’s voice hardened. There was this underlying and unsettling sharpness to it.

You nodded. Steve took a deep breath while he slowly pulled away and turned his back towards you. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about all the ways he was going to rip the asshole that dared touch you apart. 

Steve turned back to look at you. “Did he force hi-“

“Tried to. I got away from him before he could.” 

“Ok.” Steve takes a deep breath. “C’mon let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.” 

Once Steve realizes that you’re asleep he leaves the room quietly. He walks down to the first floor to find out what the hell is going on in his own home. There will be hell to pay for this, not just for the disrespect of breaking into his house but for what you went through.

“Update, now.” He demands.

“The idiot that broke in is none other than Jack Rollins. Apparently he was looking for Beck when he stumbled upon Eli’s room.” Bucky says. “He’s a sick twisted bastard from what Peter told me he heard.” 

“Did he say anything else?” 

Bucky shakes his head. Steve starts rolling up his sleeves. He heads for the basement door with Bucky on his heels. 

“What are you going to do?” 

“What do you think?” He growls but continues toward the basement door. 

“Steve, think about this.” Bucky says. “We could get information out of him if we do this right.”

Steve stops and turns to look at Bucky and the rest of his team. 

“He put his hands on Y/N. I don’t give a fuck about information.” 

Bucky’s eyes harden at the new information.

“I’ll come with you.” 

The two men walk down to the basement and into the soundproof room. Sam was standing over Rollins, who already had a few cuts and scrapes along with the gunshot wounds. Steve doesn’t waste any time at all as he connects his fist with Rollin’s jaw. The man, who had been tied to a chair, falls backwards. 

“I’m guessing that pretty little thing you have upstairs told you about our time together.” Rollins chuckles. “She was real sweet.0

Steve lands a few more hits before he stretches his hand out behind him. Bucky already knows what Steve wants and hands him a knife. Steve inspects it carefully before looking down at the man below him. 

“Oohh should I be-Aahh.” Rollins screams when Steve plunges the knife into the bullet wound on his shoulder. Blood splatters into Steve’s face but it doesn’t deter him.

****

When Steve finally stopped his assault he was covered in blood. Steve’s anger hadn’t subsided even as he walked back into the kitchen. The others were gathered around the island talking about what happened when he joined them. 

“Has anyone checked in on Y/N?” He asked. 

“Still sleeping boss.” 

He nods and starts walking out. “I’ll be back in about 10 minutes. I want to know everything when I come back.” 

Steve goes up to his room to shower and change quickly. Then he heads back down to the kitchen. Dom has a cup of coffee ready for him. The sun was just starting to light up the sky. Steve grabs his cup and takes a sip. 

“What do we have?” He asks as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. 

“Rollins killed some of the guards around the perimeter, enough to slip by undetected. He hacked the security system. He couldn’t completely deactivate it but he delayed the notification Coulson would get.” Clint said. 

“He was looking for Beck. But he won’t say anything else.” 

“What should we do now?” Bucky asks. 

“First I want him out of the house. Get him some medical attention, I’m not done with him just yet.” Steve orders. “Let’s double up the guards. Let’s have Jensen double check the security system and upgrade whatever needs to be upgraded.”

“How is Peter doing?” 

Steve and the rest of the group turn to see you standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Even though you slept most of the night you look exhausted. Eyes are red and slightly swollen as if you’d just been crying. 

“Peter’s fine. He just ripped some stitches, he’s in his room sleeping.” Nat tells you. 

You nod as Dom walks over to you. 

“Want some coffee, Mia Cara?” 

You shake your head. Dom opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace. The older man pats your back in a comforting manner. 

“You’re safe now, Mia Cara. We won’t let anything like this happen again. You hear me?” He reassures you. 

You just nod against his chest. Everyone silently shuffles out of the kitchen. Dom places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves, giving you and Steve some privacy. 

“How are you feeling?” Steve asks as he gets up and moves towards you.

You shrug. Other than being worried about Eli you were numb to the whole situation. 

“Baby, look at me.” Steve says softly.  He tucks a finger under your chin and pulls up so that you have to look at him. 

You’re fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time. 

“Tell me what you need?”

“I don’t know.” 

“How about some time away from here? We can get away for a weekend and take Eli somewhere fun. What do you say?” Steve offers.

 It angered him all over again to see you like this. A shell of who you really are. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Steve didn’t like seeing you down like this although it was completely understandable. 

You shrug again in response and he sighs. 

“Why don’t you go rest for a little bit longer and I’ll have Dom make you something and bring it up.” 

“I can’t.” You mumble as you look around the room. 

“Why?” 

“I have to work.”

“You’re joking right? You aren’t going to be working today. Regina will be in any minute now, she’ll do what she can. You worry about taking care of yourself and Eli.” Steve says as he leads you out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

In the distance you hear the door that is normally used by the house staff to come in and out.

“See, that's probably Regina right now. I’ll talk to her.” 

You gasp when Regina appears in the doorway. She’s sporting a black eye, busted lip, bruises around her throat and she’s holding her side as if it hurt. You rush over to her to make sure she’s ok. 

“What happened?” 

“The-these men they-they broke into my house early this morning.” She sobbed before hiding her face in your shoulder. 

“Fuck. Bucky, Sam.” Steve yells for them. The two men rush out of the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. 

“What happened?” Bucky asks once he sees Regina crying. 

You tell them what she had just said since she couldn’t control her crying. Both men look back at Steve, the same anger in their eyes. Dom and Coulson soon join the others.

“Do you know who did this?” You ask her as you guide her to the couch. 

“No. I’ve never seen them before. I was sleeping when they broke in.” Regina sniffles.

“Did they say what they wanted?”

Regina nods. “They told me that I had to get whatever information that I could on you and report back to them.” 

“I have a few questions.”

“Ask away.” 

“How did they know you work for me?” Steve asks and you look between him and Regina.

“I don’t know, maybe they had been following me?” 

“Why tell me?”

Regina swallows thickly as tears well up in her eyes again. “Well everyone here has been so nice to me, and this is the first job I don’t have to get almost naked to get money for,” She sighs, wincing due to her injured ribs. “I didn’t want to ruin what I had here. But my grandma, she’s in a nursing home and they had pictures of her. They said that they’d hurt me and make her watch.”

“They said the same about me and Eli.” 

“Wait what?” Regina looks at you confused. 

“Someone broke in last night.”   

“What is happening?” Regina asked. She was scared and so were you. The only difference was that you knew Steve would make things right. 

“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. In the meantime you can’t go back to your place.” Steve tells her. “We’ll have someone pick up some clothes for you and have a doctor look you over. Do you think you could recognize these men if you saw them again?”

“Maybe. Oh wait,” Regina grabs her phone. “Would a video help?”

“You have a video of them?” 

She looks at Bucky and nods. “I installed a doorbell camera and a camera in the living room. Here, you can definitely see their faces.” 

“You have a camera in your living room?” Sam asks suspiciously.

“I live alone and I’m single. There have been some break ins around the neighborhood. I was trying to protect myself.” She says as she hands the phone over to Bucky.

Sam and Steve huddle around Bucky to look at the video Regina had. They see her being dragged out of her room and beaten. Unfortunately they didn’t recognize the men in the video but they would find them nonetheless. 

“Thank you for this. I don’t know who they are but we’re going to find them.” Steve tells her. “Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?” 

You get up and follow Steve into his office where he closes the door behind you. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask Steve after watching him pace back and forth for a few minutes. “Is it about whoever broke into Regina’s place?”

Steve leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“I’ll most likely have to be out more. At least while I track these sons of bitches down.”

“Ok, and?” 

“Will you be ok here? After last night… I’m doing everything to make sure this place is more secure.”

“Ok.” 

“I’m also going to assign Nat to be with you whenever you go out. I know you’re independent but I need you to do as she says if something were to happen.” 

“Do you think someone would try to hurt me again?” 

“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean look at what they did to Regina and she hasn’t even been here that long. I’m not going to risk you and Eli being in danger again.” Steve pushes himself off the desk and walks over to you. “It should’ve never happened in the first place. I’m going to handle this.”

“I’m more worried about Elijah than myself.”

“Of course you are because you’re a good mom.” Steve cups your face when he sees your eyes start getting glassy. “You just take care of him like you always do and I’ll keep you both safe.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” 

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I WONDER

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader (Ambrosia)

Word count: 3.4 K.

Summary: You are fed up with the secrets and lies. Now you have a secret of your own. And a decision to make.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Angst, jealousy, Mob secrets, implied reproductive choice, sort of an ultimatum, reader dons her freakum dress, fingering, semi public sex act, p in v, cream pie, oral (both receiving) breast worship, mid-sex revelation, size kink, breeding kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. This is the third Mob Boss! Steve Fic that comes after All I Want in the This Thing of Ours AU. Also Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @kenequa​ 💕

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Your regular noonday customer Tasha eyed your new stock boys and leaned over to ask you a question.

“That one is Robbie, and you should ask. He’s a sweet guy.”

You replied as if it were no big deal, making your decision at that moment. You turned your head and glanced at the tall blonde.

“That one is Steve, and he is single as a pringle.”

You smiled at her, ignoring the footsteps behind you as you closed the register.

“So now I’m single?”

You felt his hot breath on your neck and your nipples pebbled as he growled into your ear. Damn him.

“Steven. We’ve had this conversation. I can’t be in a relationship with someone who continually lies to me and does things behind my back.”

Steve looked down and his pants got tight at this view of your ass.

“Believe me Ambrosia. I’d love to do things behind your back. And I think you would too. If you would only let me…”

Steve’s broken voice almost broke you, but you took a deep breath and turned around. You gasped at the sight of his face, those lips, and the sense of his smell so close to you. You wanted him, but you couldn’t continue this way.

“Breathe, Baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the heady feeling of lust surrounding you two and you considered relenting. You leaned toward him, wanting to just fall into his arms.

Steve silently cheered inside; you were beginning to break. You’d even shut him out on Valentine’s Day. A month and a half of never letting up the pressure was beginning to pay off.

Or so he thought.

You wouldn’t let Steve fuck you to shut you up. Not again. So you did just what he told you and breathed deeply, lifting your head.

Steve knew that glint in your eye.

“First, you seduced me without telling me that you are one of the most powerful mobsters in New York, then you bought my store without letting me know? You own me now? What else don’t I know about you?”

Steve ran his hand through his hair and backed up.

“You know all you need to know, Ambrosia. I love you.”

You stared hard at him, unrelenting. He continued.

“Listen, everything I do is to protect you. I…”

The bell rang above the door and you turned around to greet the customer. Steve turned to stare at the discounted Valentine’s candy. Then he got an idea.

He grabbed a bag and turned around to the sight of a tall man smiling down at you.

And you had the nerve to smile back at him!

He cleared his throat.

You looked over your shoulder at him. He glowered at you and stalked out.

“Stay here, Robbie. I need to handle some things.”

When you closed the store that Saturday night, you sat on your couch thinking about your relationship. Ever since Christmas morning when you realized what Steve had done and you’d flipped your lid, he’d endured your frosty demeanor.

You felt trapped, and most of all, scared. But you didn’t express that like an adult, you just gave him the cold shoulder. Maybe he finally got the message and moved on.

You fell asleep, full of angst and worry at the situation and awakened at the knock on the door. When you opened it, you greeted a tired looking Steve Rogers with a bag of what smelled like Thai food.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepped back, and walked back over to the couch as Steve entered your apartment and shut the door.

You opened your mouth to say something but Steve raised his hand.

“Just… hear me out, Ambrosia. Today I understood for the first time what you mean. All I’ve done is take from you.”

You shook your head and he raised his hand again.

“I fell in love with you almost the first time I came in here. So I kept coming back, and buying you gifts, and when I asked you out without telling you the truth I took away your choice about whether to date a guy like me. And that was wrong.”

Your heart broke a little bit as he spoke. Steve looked like his heart was breaking too.

“When I saw how you struggle to pay your rent, I bought the mortgage without telling you, and that was wrong. When I saw that guy flirting with you, after I thought briefly about taking his life, I realize that I took your chance for a normal life.”

Your heart started beating faster as you realized what this was.

“Steve…”

“Please let me finish.”

Steve took a deep breath and walked over to the table.

“I’m here to give you some things. Things that you absolutely cannot give back. First, food.”

Your stomach was growling. Steve knew you so well. When you were upset, you didn’t push yourself to eat.

You came and sat down to a heaping plate of food. Steve sat across from you.

“Next comes the story of me and…this thing of ours.”

Steve nodded at your plate because you stopped mid-chew and your eyes got wide.

“You stop eating, I stop talking.”

Steve took a bite and watched you eat, sadness and love in his eyes.

“It started when we were kids. Bucky and I ran the streets of Brooklyn and fell in with this little smartass punk, Brock Rumlow. He was just a kid then. A kid who had a plan to make us the most feared mobsters in the city. He introduced us to Sam.”

You were astonished that Steve was opening up and at the name Rumlow. Everyone knew they were mortal enemies. You made sure to eat so you could hear how everything got to this point.

“I was a fucking runt,” Steve laughed and shook his head. “But they called me Cap ‘cause I was always the first one into a fight…”

An hour and a half later, you were on the couch, enraptured.

“.... and now, Bucky is working his way back to health, getting used to a new way of life. Sam is truly still caught in the middle. And me… well, I have fucked up the one love of my life.”

“Steve… “

He stood up and went back over to the table. He produced a manilla envelope. When it was in your hands, he nodded and you opened it. You dropped it on your lap, hand over your mouth when you saw the contents.

“It’s the deed to your store. I wasn’t trying to own you, or to control you, Ambrosia. I was only trying to protect you. From my life. But I realize now that you need full disclosure. And choice.”

He took you in looking up at him like that.

“God, I love you. You are the woman of my dreams, tough, smart, beautiful. But I want you to have free will.”

“What do you mean?”

Steve stood up and walked to the door. You followed.

“I did some digging today. The only people that know about us are you, me, Bucky, Sam, and Robbie. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just putting you in a cage. This was my escape from that world.”

Steve looked around the small apartment that was your home.

“But I can’t escape. Not just yet. And you’ll be okay if I never come here again.”

Your heart dropped as he let that sink in.

“You are right. If we are to be together, you would have to come into my world. And I don’t know if you are ready for that yet, Ambrosia.”

You were spiraling as Steve opened the door and turned around, leaning on the door frame.

“One more thing.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pink box.

“Happy Belated Valentine’s Day.”

You walked close to him to take the box, staring down at it in his hands. You couldn’t look at him. But he solved that problem by tipping your head up by your chin.

Steve kissed you sweetly, but his tongue swept into your mouth, savoring you as if for the last time. He pulled away, and then leaned back in for another peck.

He stood up, whispered a gruff, “Goodbye, Ambrosia,” and then disappeared out of your life.

You blinked back your flow of tears and looked down at the box in your hands. You opened it, and as you tipped the box, numerous white candies spilled out onto the floor.

You bent down to pick them up.

They all read, I WONDER.

You sat on your couch, the sugary sweets melting with the warmth of your hand. You ran the gamut of emotions: sadness, fear, then anger and frustration.

You thought you’d made the correct decision, but now you realized you had not.

Around one am, Steve was sitting in the VIP of Sam’s club, SamWells, being enveloped by the beat of the music. He couldn’t be alone right now, or he’d either go running back to your place or slip into oblivion up at his.

He didn’t need to think anymore.

Sam had been busting his balls all night, at his sour look, at the fact that he’d been nursing one drink for two hours, anything to get a rise out of him. Steve just stayed silent and sipped his drink, the ice melting slowly.

Suddenly, Sam perked up.

“I think that hottie over there wants you buddy, need to check her out.”

Steve snorted and finally ordered another drink, not looking in the direction Sam indicated.

“Too soon, Sam. I’m not in the mood.”

Sam’s eyes were focused behind Steve.

“I don’t know, Cap. This one seems pretty dope. I think she’s just your type.”

“Sam, I…”

You walked around the booth as Robbie let you into the VIP area. Steve’s mouth dropped open and took you in from head to toe. You were wearing a form fitting black dress and heels. Steve couldn’t stop looking. Then Sam whistled.

“Looking good, Ambrosia!”

Sam stood up and gave you a hug, then pulled back to admire you. Steve did too. You looked amazing.

You tugged at the dress, a little uncomfortable.

“I think it’s too tight. It was at the back of my closet. I wore it once, 10 pounds ago…”

“No. No, no. I think it fits just right. Juuust right. And those 10 pounds seem to be in just the right places.”

Sam twirled you and Steve stood up just as you turned to face him. You laughed and looked up at him, breathless.

He seemed a little jealous. It was hot.

“Wanna continue our conversation, Steve?”

Steve stared down at you, his body feeling one way, wanting to bend you over the booth, but mind wary of everything.

Sam cleared his throat as Steve scanned the club.

“I’ve got something to do over there.”

Neither of you acknowledged his departure, but Steve waved his arm to the booth and you slid into the leather bound seat that smelled like the two friend’s cologne.

“What are you doing here?”

Steve asked the question tersely, still checking the club to see who was there.

“This is dangerous, coming around here like this.”

You scooted closer to him, and eyed him up and down. He had changed into a multicolored polo and wore sunglasses, even though he was inside a club at night. His biceps popped with every move and the tense look on his face made you want to relax him. Hard.

You reached up and took his sunglasses off, glad to be able to look him in the eye.

“That’s funny. I feel super safe right now.”

You put your hand on his thigh, and his muscles tensed.

“Ambrosia. This is nothing to play with.”

Steve looked at you, his eyes falling to your cleavage and licked his lips.

Your hand went up further, and touched the tip of his dick through his pants. He was getting hard.

“Believe me Steve. I would love to play with things, and I think you would too, if you would only let me…”

You started stroking him outside of his pants and he drew in a harsh breath.

“Breathe, Baby.”

Steve did, then he took your hand from his cock and placed both of yours in your lap and held them there.

“What exactly are you here for, Ambrosia?”

You sat back, serious now.

“I’m here for you, Steve. I thought long and hard after you left. I love you.”

“Baby, I…”

“My turn.”

You shook your head and smiled as Steve looked down and started stroking your hand with his thumbs.

“I was thinking that we’re both being a little extra. I didn’t have to be so dramatic after Christmas. And I love that you told me your story, but you didn’t have to. You didn’t have to buy the store, and you certainly didn’t have to give me the deed. And I hate that you have to wonder…”

Steve opened and closed his mouth, letting you continue.

“I know. You are wondering what it would be like if I embraced all of you. And I think I’m ready to.”

Steve’s head snapped up and his eyes were wild.

“You can’t think, Ambrosia. You must know. Because there is no going back. I, and my crew will stop at nothing to protect you. You would be part of the family and that means a blood oath. If you want to love me, you gotta accept me. And the things I do. I’m trying to give you an out.”

You stared at Steve for a long time.

“I don’t want an out. I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Surer than sure.”

You smiled as you leaned in for a kiss. Steve stared at you hesitant, scared of what this would mean. When you cocked your head at him and smiled is when he decided.

Steve grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you to him, answering your smile with a passionate press of his mouth on yours. He pulled back, and reached for your hips, pulling you onto his leg.

You put your arms around his neck as you peppered his face and head with kisses as Steve felt you up and sucked hickeys onto your neck and cleavage. His hand was at the hem of your dress and moving north as he spoke into your skin.

“…Coming in here dressed like this. Gonna be the death of me. I gotta have you, it’s been too long.”

“Oh.” You breathed into his hair. “I came to get fucked tonight.”

“Holy fuck.”

Steve slapped your thighs.

“Then why are these legs still closed?”

You opened your legs and let his hand into the damp warmth of your inner thighs. He grabbed you at your apex so that you were sitting on his leg and his fingers, his thumb brushing your naked, weeping slit and delving into you. He looked up into your half closed eyes.

“Gotdamn, Ambrosia. You weren’t lying. Want me to fuck you right here?”

Your hand was at the hair on the back of his head now, pulling as he swirled his thumb around your plucky clit. You leaned your head down on his shoulder and whimpered, not answering his question.

Steve continued his assault on your needy pussy until he pulled a shaky, whimpering orgasm from you. It was not enough.

“It’s time you came up to my place.”

You stood up, a little shaky and more so as Steve made you suck his thumb.

“I’d love to see it.”

Steve didn’t say that he wanted more than just for you to see it. He led you over to a wall at the far end of the club, pulling out a remote. Part of the wall slid open to reveal an elevator door which he ushered you into.

“Each of us, Sam, Bucky, and I have our own elevators that go directly to our places. Totally private.”

“Interesting.”

You were on the opposite wall from him as he watched you possessively with his hand in his pocket. The ride seemed to slow down.

“Touch yourself.”

“Why?”

“Because if I touch you, I will fuck you in this elevator and I’m trying to make it to my bed.”

There was a long pause as you each listened to each other breathing.

“And you shouldn’t be untouched, Ambrosia.”

You put your hands in your hair and moved them down around your neck, trailing your cleavage.

Steve leaned back against the wall, his eyes blue fire as your hands roamed your own body and the places he wanted to be. He palmed himself over his pants and you whimpered.

“Don’t worry. You’re gonna get this dick.”

You started pulling your nipples through the material of your dress and Steve opened his mouth to lick his lips.

“They look so fucking big and beautiful. I’m gonna cum all over them.”

You were reaching for the hem of your dress when the doors opened. Steve came for you and you jumped up onto him, his hands holding you up by your ass as he propelled you through a dark and richly appointed space until your back hit a door.

“I’ll give you a proper tour when we come up for air.”

You chuckled.

“So I’ll never get a tour?”

Steve laughed too.

“You may be right.”

He reached for the knob and soon you were on your back on the softest king sized bed you’d ever experienced.

Steve was tearing off his clothes as you pulled your dress over your head. Steve beat you to your heels, unbuckling them and kissing your feet up to your calves. He pushed your legs apart so that he could see you fully. His hand traced your lips and he smiled.

“My sweet petals. Long time no see.”

“Are you… are you talking to my pussy?”

You huffed, indignant.

“I’m talking to MY pussy. Private conversation. I guess I’ll just have to whisper.”

Steve glided up your apex and made out with your cunt like it was going out of style. He suckled your clit gently at first, then with more pressure as he came up and inserted two fingers inside you.

“Still so so tight…”

He scissored his fingers as he pulled another orgasm from you, stroking his cock as your desperate cries reached his ears.

“Gotta get you ready for me.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he kneeled up and stroked his cock, lining it up at your soaked opening.

You keened as he pushed his thick tip inside you, your wetness making the most deliciously pornographic sounds, along with his outright moans for you as you squeezed him.

Your mouth opened at the sting of his size, but relished the full feeling. You loved being full of Steve Rogers

“Ambrosia, Ambrosia, Ambrosia….shittttt.”

When he started moving, the slap, slick, slap, slick sound made his eyes roll back.

“Who got you so wet, Ambrosia? So wet and so tight. Tell me.”

You whimpered your way through your explanation as he started fucking you harder.

“Hnnnnnhhhh. You, Steve. Always you. Only you.”

You were grabbing your own bouncing breasts absentmindedly and it made Steve pulse inside you.

“Fuck yes, show me those tits, point them at me because I’m… uggghhh.”

Steve sped up again. He was watching your erect nipples and areola bounce as you held them up for him to witness the bounteous beauty of them being knocked up to your face by his thrusts.

“So fucking beautiful. I’m gonna….Fucckkkkkkk!”

Steve thought he would black out at the image you just presented him. But he just fucked you harder, faster, better.

“Cum on me cum in my mouth cum on my tits Stevie….”

“Oh my goddddd.”

Steve pulled out and shot pearlescent white cum on your chest and in your mouth. You grabbed his softening dick and he rolled over on his back as you cleaned him up, sucking him dry.

“That little hot mouth of yours, Ambrosia. Fuck.”

You smiled and started stroking him, your breasts still covered in cum. As he watched you, you watched his cock come back to life.

“Holy Shit, Ambrosia.”

Steve grabbed you and turned around, pressing your head into the bed so that you gave him the arch he was looking for. He slid into you from behind, back into heaven.

“You make me feel like I could do this all fucking night, Ambrosia…fuck.”

Steve grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back as he pounded you and you begged him.

“Please please please cum inside me Steve, give it to me.”

Steve grunted.

“You saying you want my baby inside you?”

You moaned.

“It already is, Daddy.”

Steve pulled you up by your hair. He stopped because he didn’t quite hear what you’d said.”

“What did you say?”

“I said. I already have your baby inside me, Daddy.”

Steve pulled out of you and then held your face in his hands.

“How?”

You laughed at him.

“What do you mean, how?”

“I mean, when?”

“Probably Christmas. The last time we…I took a test two weeks ago. I’m probably about six weeks along.”

“Were you going to tell me?”

Steve sat back on his haunches, his erection fading.

“I’m telling you now. Just like you told me over six months after you started pursuing me about your situation.”

You reached for his head and made him look you in the eye.

“I thought I’d made the right choice, to cut ties and… well, when you left me, left us tonight I realized what I truly wanted. I want you. And I want this baby. I choose you to be the father of my child.”

You kissed Steve and he took you down to the bed.

“Do you want this?”

Fear bloomed inside you as Steve’s hand slid down your torso to your belly. He looked back up at you, eyes shining.

“Yes! Please…please have my baby Ambrosia. I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Including me.”

“Okay.”

Steve kissed your belly and then pulled you under him to kiss your lips as you wrapped your legs around him and reached between you to stroke him back to life.

“Fuck, mama. What are you doing to me?”

Steve rutted into your hand.

“You were about to blow my back out Daddy. Get to it.”

You spit into your hand to lubricate him better and you looked like a vixen as he fell under your spell.

“Ugh! So nasty...”

You twisted so that you were again as up underneath him and wiggled your ass against his now hard length again.

You lifted your hips and Steve slid inside you, your warm wetness clenching his wide girth again.

“Fuckkkk, Stevie.”

The way you whimpered for him made Steve pushed your head back down. He started delivering the back shots immaculately, slowly, deep and hard, watched your cream froth around him, the vision of where you two were connecting making him even harder.

Then, he sped up and spilled everything inside you as you screamed for it, cumming around him and milking him for all that he was worth.

When you opened your eyes, Steve was smiling at you.

“What?”

“I’m just so happy.”

“Happy that I came here, or happy that we came. Or happy about little Stevie?”

He chuckled, “Little Stevie Hunh?”

He kissed you again.

“All three.”

Steve stood up and grabbed your hand.

He grabbed your neck and kissed you until you were breathless.

“Sounds like a plan, Mr. Rogers.”

Steve smiled at you and refrained from calling you Mrs. Rogers in return.

That was a title for another day.

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“Please.”

“Please what Sweetheart.”

“Please,” he licks your right nipple, “oh fuck, Steve please fuck me please.”

“You want my cock?”

“Yes. Please Steve I want it.”

“Where?”

“In me.”

“In that pretty saucy mouth of yours?”

“No, Steve. Please.”

“Oh, you want it in your sweet pussy don’t you?”

“Yes.” You breathe wiggling your hips and Steve groans softly, “yes Steve, please.” It seems to be enough begging and Steve eases into you and you let out a soft hiss at the stretch.

“You okay Honey?”

“Don’t you dare stop moving.” You tell him and Steve grins before kissing you and easing the rest of the way inside of you.

“You feel so good Baby.” He murmurs, “like you were made for me.” Steve starts to thrust then and you swear it’s never been so good.

“Yes, Steve. Fuck please don’t stop.” You tell him and he doesn’t, you’re so close and you know that Steve can tell that you’re close.

“Let go for me Honey, give it to me.” He says before kissing you again and you snap shaking in his arms. Steve follows quickly after you, “Shit, I meant to pull out.”

“I’m on the pill.” You tell him, “And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He says rolling off of you, “Don’t move, I’m gonna go get a rag to clean you up.” Steve presses a kiss to your cheek, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He murmurs before climbing off of the bed and making his way to the bathroom. When he comes back it’s with a warm rag that he brushes against your inner thighs. “Good?”

“Yea. You?”

“Yea Honey, so good.” He says before throwing the rag over his shoulder and you hear it plop wetly onto the floor and you can’t help but laugh softly. Steve goes back into the nightstand and pulls out a key for the cuffs and undoes them. Your wrists are a little red where the cuffs rubbed them and Steve kisses the marks softly. “These don’t hurt?”

“No, you had those cuffs nice and ready huh?” You tease before you yawn.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you Sweetheart, I needed to be prepared.” He murmurs sliding closer to you, he helps you wiggle under the covers before wrapping an arm around your waist pulling your body flush against his.

You fall asleep quickly, his arm curled around you and feeling safe.

It’s still dark when you wake, the moon peeking through the gaps of the curtains. You slip out of bed, grabbing your robe on your way toward the bathroom, it’s chilly in the room when you’re not under the covers. You use the bathroom then stand near the window and stare out into the night. It’s peaceful and calm, you hear Steve wake from behind you and when you hear him start to feel across the bed for you you can’t help but smile.

“I’m here.” You say softly and you hear him groan softly as he climbs out of bed. “You didn’t need to get up.” You tell him as he crosses the room toward you.

“Yea, I know. What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing really. Just thinking.” You turn toward him and wrap your arms around his waist, “I guess, please don’t take this the wrong way but I’m kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Things seem too good, too perfect.” Steve doesn’t say anything and you worry that you have offended him, you take a breath to start to apologize when he softly shushes you.

“Honey, I know what your life was like, you don’t need to explain it to me. I’m not offended, just sad.” He assures you, “I hope that someday that won’t be your expectation.”

“In this life? It’s not just us I’m worried about, it’s everything. It’s being shot at in Boston, it’s every time you leave to deal with some issue or another, it’s when Bucky comes and whispers something to you after dinner. The stress and panic doesn’t stop, it’s constant.”

“Is there anything that I can do to help?”

“I’ll think about it.” The two of you sit and stare out the window together, you slowly start to feel sleepy again and when you’re suddenly leaning heavily against Steve he chuckles softly.

“Maybe we go back to bed?” He suggests and you hum softly, he leads you back to the bed and this time you stay asleep until the morning.

When you wake up there’s a note on Steve’s pillow and a box that looks like it has clothing in it on the bed. You grab the note and it says

Sweetheart,

Didn’t wanna wake you. Got you something to wear for our three month anniversary.

Love you.

Steve

You can’t help but shake your head at him but it does warm your heart that he wants to do something sweet like this. You open the box and find a paper inside resting on top of some tissue paper.

Let’s make it legit Baby.

Is on a post it note on top of the same contract that Aida had signed for you, this one however is only signed by Steve. You grab your robe then take the contract downstairs where Lance and Wanda are chatting in the kitchen.

“Lance, I need you to be my witness.” You tell him and he nods then watches as you sign the paper, adding your middle initial and signing your legal name not your father’s last name on the paper. Lance then signs as a witness and you grin at him. “Thank you.” You can’t believe that in just a few short months you’re actually willing to be married.

But Steve makes you feel safe, he makes you happy and god he’s so hot.

You make your way to his office, it’s open a crack and he’s standing by the window looking out onto the property.

“Steve?” You ask cautiously and he turns his head to give you a little smile.

“Hey, Honey.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yea, just thinkin’. What’s that?” He asks gesturing at the paper in my hand.

“Oh, our marriage license.”

“Did you sign it?” He asks as you hand it to him and you nod, “good. I’ll put it in my safe.” You watch as Steve crosses the room, opens a bookshelf and then opens a safe. After he puts the certificate in the safe he turns back to you and shoots you a wink. “Did you like your present?”

“What present?”

“In the box?” You blink at him a few times before it clicks.

“Wait, it wasn’t just the certificate?” Steve laughs softly and takes your hand.

“Come on Baby.” He tells you leading you out of his office and back to your bedroom. Steve hands you the box and inside is a black dress, it’s short with long mesh sleeves and an over skirt that’s a bit longer. It’s covered in sparkles and you can’t help the gasp that falls from your lips.

“Oh, oh my god Steve this is stunning. This is too much.”

“Nothing is too much for you Honey.” He tells you kissing you soundly and you tangle your fingers into his hair. Steve groans low in his throat and you know that if you don’t stop now he’s going to end up fucking your brains out again.

You pull away from him just enough to meet his eyes and you give him a wide smile. “What’s the plan for today?”

“Once I’m done workin’?” You nod and he continues, “You put on that dress, we go to dinner, maybe find a place to go dancin’ then we come home and I make you see stars again.”

“That sounds like a good plan to me.” You tell him with a smile. “You should get back to work so we can go.” Steve laughs but kisses you quickly before heading back to work.

You spend the day doing a spa day. Just at home, you rope Wanda into doing it with you and have a blast the whole time. She’s funny, sweet and warm.

“He really loves you you know.” She says when you’re leaning back in the lounge chairs you’d asked Bucky to bring in from outside for you.

“How do you know?” You ask, not moving, you don’t want to knock the cucumber slices off of your face.

“The way he looks at you when you’re not watching. It’s like you’ve hung the sun and moon.”

Neither of you talk much after that, you can’t help but think about what she’s said. He really does love you.

You really do love him.

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I’ll keep you safe... 7/?

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<Part 6<

"What's wrong with you?" You heard Sam speak from Steve's office as you began to walk down the stairs.

"Nothin'." Steve sighed deeply as he downed his scotch before pouring himself another.

Bucky chuckled from where he sat, "He's nervous, Sam."

"I'm not," Steve snapped, downing his drink again.

Bucky chuckled again, nodding, "Yeah, you are. If you weren't, you'd be sat still with smoke but your not."

"What are you talkin' about?" Steve grunted as he moved back over to his desk chair.

Sam rolled his eyes as he chuckled, "Considering you've had three of those in the last two minutes and you've showered twice before even coming down here,"

Both men chuckled at Steve's expense. A smile tugged at your lips as you listened to the three men.

Steve breathed in deeply as he sat down in his chair, leaving his empty glass on his desk as he sat back. "Either of you speaks a word of this, to anyone, and I'll kill you, understand?" Steve glared at them. Sam and Bucky both chuckled at Steve's annoyance and stress but agreed. "Yes, I am nervous," Steve let out a heavy sigh pushing his hands through his hair, "I don't want anything, to fuck up tonight, you understand?"

"Of course," Sam nods. "You want to make a good impression on, Y/N,"

"It's not that," Steve sighed, "Well, it is, but... if anyone knows about Y/N, regardless of them knowing about, him... she could be in danger. I don't want that. That's a reason why I'm scared to go on this date with her-"

"You have got it bad, haven't you?" Bucky smirked at his friend.

Steve rolled his eyes with a crooked smile, "Whatever..." He chuckled softly, "I want her to be safe, promise me, please?"

"You've got it." Both men nodded.

You let things settle for a few seconds, slowly moving back up the stairs so it didn't seem like you were listening in before you made your presence known. "Steve?" You called out, walking back down. "I'm ready."

"About time," Steve teased as he made his way out of his office, "I was starting to think-" His sentence died in his mouth as he looked up. "Wow," A smile slowly worked it's way onto his lips as he walked towards you.

You blushed as you looked down to your feet, careful not to trip as you made your way down the stairs. "Do I, hmm, look okay?" You asked, smiling as Steve met you at the bottom of the stairs, taking your hand in his.

Steve grinned, "Doll, you look fucking breathtaking," He pressed a kiss to your knuckles as you stepped off the last step before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. "You taste good, too," He winked making you blush even more.

"Hey man, you read-" Sam stopped in his tracks as he came out of Steve's office, "I- oh, wow, I- I didn't realize librarians were so hot," Sam chuckled.

Bucky cringed behind him as Steve glared in their direction, "It was nice knowing you, buddy," He chuckled, clapping his hand on Sam's shoulder before he passed by him. Bucky sent you a wink as he headed to the front door making you giggle.

Sam's eyes widened as he shook his head, mumbling for his forgiveness, "Shit, m'sorry, Steve, I didn't mean she wasn't already hot, she is, but-"

"Go start the car, Sam," Steve glared at him.

Sam nodded, "On it, boss,"

You looked down at the floor with a blush as Sam walked by, apologizing to you as he left. "You don't need to be so harsh, Steve." You whispered.

Steve began grinning, "What? I like making 'em sweat," He winked cheekily at you. "C'mon, let's get out of 'ere." He kissed your cheek lightly before slipping his arm around your waist.

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It felt like every pair of eyes were on you and Steve the moment the pair of you walked into the Burlesque club. You were a little worried at first, not knowing what to expect from a seedy place like that, but you were surprised from the moment you stepped in. It was, beautiful and classy.

Sam walked ahead of you and Steve as you walked through the main door before stepping to the side, shaking some guy's hand as they swapped pleasantries and a woman walked up to you and Steve, grinning.

"Boss," She leaned in a pressed a kiss to Steve's cheek, her eyes flicking to you briefly.

"Wanda, how are you?" Steve asked, glancing around the room. You weren't sure what he was looking for, or what he could see in the darkness, the only light coming from the stage at the bottom of the large room and the flickering candles.

Wanda nodded, "Good, and you? I hear Rumlow is causing us some trouble." She smirked playfully.

Steve nodded with a soft hum, "Nothin' we can't handle, Wanda." He turned his attention to you, grinning, "Wanda, I'd like to introduce you to my date, Y/N," Steve placed his hand on the small of your back.

she turned her attention to you, giving you a quick once over, calculating everything out about you in a split second. She knew who you were. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N," She smiled at you, "We have your booth already, boss. What can I get you to drink?"

"Not tonight, Wanda. We're celebrating," Steve thanked her before he leads you over to 'his' booth.

Steve let you sit down before himself, keeping close to you as he reached forwards and grabbed the pair of you a glass of champagne.

"To our first date," Steve smiled as he held his glass up to yours.

"First? Meaning one of many?" You teased, clinking your glass with his b before taking a sip.

Steve let out a soft chuckle, "I hope so, doll, don't you?"

You hummed, "You might have changed your mind by the end of the night," You smiled. Your eyes left Steve's and began to take in the club and the people around you.

On stage, there was a beautiful looking woman in a tight black dress with long red hair and perfectly painted red lips, singing. The crowd was captured by her beauty and her matching voice.

"That's Natasha. She's amazing, isn't she?" Steve asked as he looked over to her smiling. You nodded slowly. "Bucky certainly thinks so," He nodded towards the brunette stood in the shadows towards the bar.

You looked over and began smiling, "Does someone have a little crush?" You asked looking back to Steve.

He let out a deep chuckle, "It's something more than a crush, doll, but he's too chicken to do anything." He smiled as he raised his glass to his lips and took a sip, "I'll introduce you to her later, she's a good friend of ours, known her years."

"And she sings here?" You asked, surprised to hear she was his friend.

Steve nodded, "It's, sort of a cover. She's a killer, like us," He whispered teasingly against your ear, "But it's a secret," He winked teasingly before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You felt your face get warmer from the small kind gesture, "I think it's safe with me," You smiled softly before taking a sip of your drink. "So, Bucky says you own a strip club, too," You began smirking as Steve rolled his eyes dramatically.

After some light teasing from you and hollow threats from Steve, the pair of you spoke and spoke, and spoke, as if you were old friends that had known each other years. You laughed and made jokes, told Steve about things you never thought you'd share with anyone. Perhaps it was because you felt safe in his presence, with his arm around you as he whispered in your ear and kissed your cheek or your lips every so often.

Maybe it was something to do with the buzz from the alcohol you were enjoying.

"Would you like to dance, doll?"

Your eyes widened a little at Steve's question, "Dance?"

He let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, that thing you do with your feet," He teased making you blush.

You rolled your eyes with a small grin, "I know that," You slapped his arm playfully, "I meant, I didn't think the Brooklyn boss would be into that,"

Steve smiled as he slipped out of his seat holding his out towards you. "Usually, I wouldn't, but tonight it's all I can think about,"

You let out a soft sigh, "Okay, but I warn you now, I'm not brilliant." You smirked as you took a hold of his hand and let him pull you up.

Steve pulled you close and dropped his face against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against your skin. "Neither am I,"

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Heart's Munition

Chapter 6

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of a stab wound, blood, fluff

A/N: Just some fluff here for you. Steve is slowly realizing he wants reader more than for just one night.

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Steve didn’t like what he was seeing at all. This place was too small and too cramped. The building itself looked like it was about to fall into pieces around him and should be condemned. How had he not known? 

“That can be thrown out.” Your voice breaks him out of his deep thoughts as he watches you tape up another box. 

His eyes continued to travel around the small one bedroom shoebox you called an apartment and he sighed. You hold out a box for him to take which he does gladly because another box in the truck means he can get you out of this place faster. Fortunately Sam and Bucky are there with him and are making it a lot easier. 

****

“I’m going to miss you so much.” Mrs. Fields says as she walks out of the building with you. “Do you really have to go? You know I don’t mind looking after Eli, he’s like my grandbaby.” 

“I know Mrs. Field and I appreciate everything you’ve done but this place is so much better for him and I can keep a closer eye on him. I’ll even be able to get a tutor for Eli so he doesn’t fall behind on his schoolwork.” 

“Well whatever is best for him. Promise me you’ll come visit.” 

“Absolutely, I could never forget everything you’ve done for us.” You hug Mrs. Field tightly. She has truly been such a great help to you and you will miss her but you have to think about what’s best for Eli. “Call me if you need anything. No matter what.”

“I will. Give Eli hugs and kisses from me.”

“Sure thing, bye Mrs. Fields.” You say as you get in the car. Steve closes the door behind you and moves to the driver’s side. 

“She’s a neighbor?” 

“Yeah and Eli’s sitter. She was a life saver but now I can keep Eli closer which I prefer. I used to feel so guilty by having to leave him when he was sick.” You look over at Steve and smile. “So thank you for everything. It’s not easy for me to accept help.” 

“You? Having trouble accepting help? I would have never guessed.” Sarcasm dripped with every word he said. 

You scoff and roll your eyes while Steve laughs. 

“I’m never accepting anything from you again.” 

“Ok fine I’m sorry.” He chuckles. “Really, I’m glad to be able to help you and the little guy out.” 

“You know, he asked me for a suit so that he can get all dressed up like you.”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles. “I can get him the same exact ones in his size.” 

“No. He’d probably go to sleep with them on or wear them in the shower.” 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. 

“But seriously, Steve, thank you for everything, again. He’s never had a man in his life that could set an example for him. Eli really likes you.”

“I like him too, he’s a good kid, smart too. But what about his ma? Does she like me too?” 

You scrunch up your nose and shrug. “Meh, you’re alright.” You say as your heart skipped a beat with the look he was giving you, it was mischievous but heated. Did he know the effect he was having on you? 

“Just alright?” 

“I can take it back.” 

“Fine, I’ll take it for now. But you’ll change your mind.” 

“Bring it on, Rogers.” You challenge. “Oh wait before we go home can we stop at one store? I want to get a surprise for Eli.” 

“Of course.” Steve says. Although he would take you to the moon if you called his house your home again. It was probably a slip of the tongue but he didn’t care. “Where to?” 

“Put that back and we can pretend like this never happened.” 

“I don’t have to listen to you. I can do whatever I want.” 

“You and I are going to have a problem if you don’t put that back right now.” 

You heard this back and forth once you got out of the car. Eli and Regina’s voice carried from the backyard and you ran at the thought of someone mistreating Eli. Steve was right behind you as you rounded the corner. 

“Take that!” Eli yells as he swings his lightsaber, it clashes against the one Regina is holding. “You’ll never defeat me.” 

“We’ll see about that.” 

“Get her kid.” Dom cheered from one of the lounge chairs.

There are little grunts and giggles as Eli and Regina battle it out. You take a moment to watch him play and tears start to form. Steve stood beside you and smiled until he looked down at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You sniffle. “It’s just been so long since I’ve seen him this energized and happy. I’ve missed this.”

“Well wait until he sees the gift you got him.” 

“Ma,” Eli calls out between giggles. “Look at what Reggie taught me.” He says as he takes the lightsaber and throws it in the air before catching it and spinning it around. 

“That’s amazing.”

“I hope it’s ok that he’s out here.” Regina says as she walks up to you. “He was bored out of his mind just sitting in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, it’s ok. Thanks for playing with him for a while Regina.”

“Don’t worry about it and please call me Reggie. Everytime someone calls me Regina I feel like I’m going to get in trouble with my parents.” 

“Well thank you Reggie.” You smile at her. This was still her first week but she has been amazing. She does her job and doesn’t ask too many questions. Now it also seems like Eli likes her. “Hey Eli, come here for a minute.”

Elijah does as you ask and stands in front of you unsure of what is about to happen next.

“I brought you a present.”

“Really?” Eli smiles up at you. “What is it?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” 

You walk back to Steve’s SUV and he opens the trunk and pulls out the gift.

“You got me a bike? I love it.” He says as he hugs you and then runs to his bike. 

“I got you a helmet too and yes you have to wear it.”

“But I’ll look like a dork.”

“But you’ll be safe kiddo.” Steve says with a chuckle. “Now your mom says you don’t know how to ride a bike, is that true?”

“Yup. Do you know how to ride one?”

“I do.”

“Will you teach me?” Eli looks up at Steve and Steve looks up at you. You smile and nod.

“Of course I can.”

“Boss.” Nat’s voice cuts through the backyard. She was still recovering but that wasn’t going to stop her. “I got a call from Clint.” 

Steve nods and Nat disappears back into the house then he turns his attention to Eli. He lowers himself to Eli’s level but his eyes go to you for a moment. 

“You have to work?” 

“I do bud. But I promise that I’ll teach you how to ride a bike soon, ok?” 

“Ok.” Eli says as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind him. 

“I’ll let you know when I get back and I’ll help you move your things then.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I can handle it.”

Steve just nods as he gets up before heading into his house. 

“Would you like some help moving your things?” Reggie asks.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate it.” 

All of Steve’s men had left which meant that whatever Nat spoke to him about was serious. Regina had been so helpful in getting your most important items out of Steve’s SUV and up to both yours and Eli’s room. It was nice to have someone close to your age to talk to. You don’t even remember the last time you had a friend. Regina also respected your privacy which you appreciated even though you could see that she was dying to ask what was going on between you and Steve. A question you wouldn’t be able to answer. He was still flirty but not being pushy, he was spending time with Eli because he genuinely wanted to. Although you didn’t know what Steve got up to when he went to his clubs, he could still be sleeping with women there. So for now you just accepted his help because it meant help for Eli and you’d do anything for your son. 

At Steve’s insistence you took two of the rooms on the 3rd floor. His reasoning was that he wanted to be close in case anything happened with Eli. You were stubborn but he won this round. So now in the late evening you were walking out of Eli’s room after making sure he was ok for what felt like the 100th time when there was an argument down on the main floor. From the landing on the 3rd floor you were able to look down to watch as Clint and Scott dragged a man through the living room while Steve, Nat, Bucky and Sam were in the middle of a heated discussion. From there you could see how Steve was holding his side and you wondered if he was hurt again. As if sensing your eyes on him, Steve looked up and connected his gaze with yours. The angry expression on his face softened when he saw you standing there and he ended the conversation. Everyone went their own direction and Steve headed up to you. 

“What happened?” you asked when you saw the bloodstain on his shirt. 

“Knife wound, no big deal. It’s practically a scratch.”

“It’s not a scratch if you’re bleeding through your shirt. I’ll clean it up.” You stared at him wide eyed and with disbelief.

“You know if you keep cleaning up my wounds I’m going to think that you care.” 

“Don’t get too excited. If you die I have to find work somewhere else and I like working here, plus I already have seniority. The benefits are pretty good too.” You take Steve’s hand and lead him to his room. Steve laughs as he follows you.

“That hurt more than getting stabbed.”

“You’ll live.” You grab the first aid kit. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but I can decline to answer.” 

“Of course. Who was the guy that was brought in?” You ask as you begin to treat the wound.

Steve doesn’t answer right away. He watches as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

“This is going to sting.” You say in warning and he hisses.

“You signed an NDA, right?” 

“Yeah. Why?” You stopped what you were doing to look up at him. 

“Because I need to know that what I’m going to say won’t leave this room.” 

You scoff, “I trust you, all of you, why can’t you trust me?” 

“You trust me?” Steve asked with a bit of disbelief coloring his words. 

“You think I’d let you anywhere near my son if I didn’t.” 

Steve studied you for a moment trying but failing to find a lie in your statement. 

“He’s the man who shot Peter.”

“And he’s still alive?” There’s a hint of anger in your voice and it takes Steve by surprise.

“Unfortunately he has information we need. He didn’t try to hurt Peter out of his own free will. Someone instructed him to do it and we need to know who.” 

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say as you finished bandaging him up. 

“So do me a favor. Keep Regina away from the basement, you know the room.” 

He was referring to the soundproof room he had down there for things like this. You’d accidentally stumbled upon it on one of your first days of working there. 

“Of course.”

“Ma?” Elijah’s sleepy voice rang through the hallway.

“I should go.” 

“I do trust you. I just don’t want you involved in this work. The less you know the easier it is for me to keep you safe.”

“Maybe don’t bring work home then.” You give him a mischievous smirk before going to find Elijah. 

Steve couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread on his face. This was the second time you’d refer to his house as your home. He really liked it. Steve was still trying to understand what it was about you that made him so protective over you and Elijah. Steve didn’t really do emotions unless they were lust and anger. But you were softening his edges. Would it be bad if he allowed himself to care for someone that deeply again? 

At the end of the day you weren’t like her. The most selfish thing he’d seen you do was take an extra five minute break. Steve would give you everything and anything that you wanted if you’d let him. 

All he had to do was show you he was willing to do it. 

CH. 7

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Chapter 5

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Word count: 2.9k

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“I can take one Dom.” You said as you watched the older man serve up two trays. “Where are they going?”

“Balcony on the third floor.”

You follow him up the stairs and through the French doors that give way onto the balcony which provides a beautiful view of the neighborhood. There were lounge chairs and plants as well as a table which is where you found Steve and Elijah. Although the last time you had checked on him he was still asleep. Now he was up and concentrating on drawing. Steve also had a notebook in front of him. The pencil in his hand moved effortlessly and he stopped to check on Elijah’s progress, giving him a few pointers.

“Good morning little man.” Dom says as he steps toward the table and places his tray down.

“Good morning. Morning ma.”

“Good morning, baby.” You stepped around Dom and bent down to kiss his forehead.

“Ma, Not in front of Steve.”

“Oh now you’re too cool and grown for my kisses?”

You wrap an arm around his back and pull him backwards and then pepper his face with kisses. Eli can’t help but giggle as he tries to move away from you.

“That’ll teach you.”

“Ma.” Eli whines with a laugh.

“Trust me Eli there is nothing you can say to get your Ma to stop. Moms are relentless.” Steve pipes up with a smile on his face.

“Does your mom do it too?”

“Yup.” Steve nods. “Nothing I could do about it either.”

You smile at him before he gets up and pulls out a chair for you. You’re about to protest that you need to get back to work but there’s suddenly another tray in front of you with breakfast.

“Ma sit. We never have breakfast together.”

So you do because you’ve never been able to say no to Eli. Between small bites of his breakfast he shows you what he’s been drawing and what Steve has taught him. You give him an appreciative smile and he sends a wink in your direction. The morning is pleasant enough and you can’t help but wonder if your life would be something like this if Steve was Eli’s father instead.

~~~~~~~~~

“There you are Y/N.” Coulsen walks out of the hallway that leads to his office.

You turn your head to be met with not only him but a woman following him.

“I wanted to introduce you to the newest addition to the team. This is Regina. Regina this is Y/N, she is the head housekeeper and she’ll be showing you around the home and your responsibilities.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” She says as she stretches out a hand to shake yours.

You’re taken aback for a moment since you weren’t aware that another person had been hired and because she was beautiful. Regina was only slightly taller than you but it felt like she stood taller, maybe it was the confidence she exuded. Amber eyes popped with excitement as you finally shook her outstretched hand.

“Trust me the pleasure is all mine.”

“Before you get started I need to talk to you for a moment Y/N. Why don’t you show her to the kitchen and introduce her to Dom and come into my office?”

“Sure thing. Follow me, you’ll love Dom.” You say as you walk toward the kitchen.

****

“Hey.”

“Please come in.” Cousin says as he motions towards one of the chairs across from him.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing bad. I just wanted to let you know you’ve been promoted.”

“To head housekeeper?”

“Yes. It’s very well deserved and it comes with a pay raise.” He says as he placed a few documents in front of you as well as a pen.

“Why is this happening now and not when I asked for a raise a few weeks back?” You don’t hide the suspicion in your voice.

“If you think it has anything to do with Eli you’re wrong. I was the one to bring it up to Steve and he agreed. You know he needs people he can trust and he trusts you. It also comes with a room, well in this case two rooms. One for Eli of course and before you argue about that the room comes with the position already I can show you previous contracts. Steve did add the room for Eli because he knows you wouldn’t want to be away from Eli for so long.”

You nod but bite your bottom lip as you think about it. Then you grab the contract and look under the benefit section. Your jaw drops at the things that have been added.

“I’ll be right back.” You say and get up, leaving Coulson’s office with the contract in hand.

Steve’s office door is ajar which means he’s available. Still you knock and wait for him to call you in. When you slip inside you’re surprised to find Eli on one of the couches fast asleep.

“He was bored in his room and I was just reviewing paperwork. I hope it’s ok.”

“If it doesn’t bother you I’m ok with it. Do you have a minute?” You ask in a hushed tone.

“Of course.”

You sit down across from him and look over your shoulder at the sleeping form of your son. A small smile creeps over your lips before you look back at Steve. You place the new employment contract on his desk and wait for him to grab it.

“Is there an issue? Did I forget something? I can have it changed quickly.”

“No it’s not that you forgot anything. The benefits are just too much.”

“Well you’re going to have to accept them.”

“I can accept the rooms and the pay raise but that’s it.” You say while crossing your arms. Steve smirks at your stubborn attitude but this wouldn’t be the first time you have a disagreement.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but the contract is final unless you want to add some more benefits.”

“Steve,” you say and he can see that you’re trying to hold back your emotions so he moves to kneel in front of you. “That would end up being a lot of money. I wouldn’t be able to pay you back so I can’t accept it.”

“It’s not free money. You’re working for it and it’s not for you, it’s for him. I am already working to find the best pediatricians and specialists to help us figure out what’s going on with Eli. And although I hope it never happens if you decide to quit, those benefits would end.”

Steve had no intention of letting you quit or not paying the medical bills if you did. In the very short time he has known Elijah, he has found his way into Steve’s heart. He watches as you think it over and then look at your son again. With a resigned sigh you nod your head in agreement and he smiles. It’s the right thing to do and your situation reminds him so much of him and his ma.

“Sign before you change your mind again.” He says as he holds out a pen to you. You roll your eyes but smile and do as he asks.

He gets up and unconsciously leans down and kisses your forehead before taking his pen back.

“I-uh I should go. Do you want me to take him back upstairs?”

“No, leave him. He didn’t want to be alone and I’ll keep an eye on him. I’ll let you know if something happens.”

“Ok. Thank you Steve. Really I mean it. What you’re doing for us, for him, is so generous.”

“Don’t mention it. He’s a good kid and if I have the means to help then I will.”

“Still. He’s all I have and if anything happens to him.” You swallow down the lump in your throat at the thought of losing him.

“Hey, he’s a fighter just like his ma. He’s going to get through it, you both will.” Steve pulls you into a hug.

He’s not sure when you did it either but you’ve managed to make a place for yourself in his heart too. It’s no longer just the need to get you into his bed. The need to care for and protect you grows every day. You’re more than some woman with an attitude. Life hasn’t been all that easy but somehow you haven’t let it harden you. You’re kind to those that are kind to you but you’re not afraid to speak your mind either. Steve can see how much you love your son and what you’re willing to do to give him the best of everything. Now he wants to do the same for you. But it will be a bit of a process since you won’t just accept the help. It doesn’t matter you’re stubborn, so is he and he gets what he wants.

“I should go. Lots of work to do.”

“Alright, see you later. I’ll get the contract to Coulson and we’ll figure out the best time to move your things from your apartment to here.”

You nod and give Eli a quick kiss before leaving.

“Did she sign it?” Eli sits up the moment the door closes.

“Yup.”

“Awesome.”

“You were good at pretending to be asleep.” Steve says as Eli gets comfortable on the couch and then shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ve done it before.”

Steve chuckles as he moves to sit at his desk again. He had asked Eli how he could convince you to sign the contract and accept his help. The little rascal was the one that came up with the idea to be asleep on the couch. He even managed to bring Coulson in on it so that they had a heads up when you were on your way to talk to Steve.

“As you get older I’ll teach you everything I know and leave you my business.”

“Do you make lots of money?”

“I do, kid.”

“Ok, that way I can take care of ma when she’s older like she takes care of me now.”

“Absolutely.” Steve smiles as he watches Eli grab one of the books he brought with him. “She’s never going to need anything ever again.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“If you just want a snack you come to me. If you’re craving something you come to me.” You heard Dom say. That was the same speech he gave you when first started.

“Good to know because I love to snack.”

“Hey.”

“Hey, I think I’ve found my favorite room and my favorite person.” Regina says as she turns to look at you.

“Wait until you actually try his food. It will feel like you gain a few pounds the first week alone.”

“Just come back for lunch, I’ll treat you like royalty.”

“I’ll see you then.” Regina says with a chuckle as she follows you outside.

“Ok I’d like to start by showing you around and going over your responsibilities.”

“That sounds great. Lead the way.”

****

“This is Steve’s office. Now he is a pretty private person so his office is my responsibility. Please don’t take it personally.” You say as you walk toward the door and knock. There’s a faint ‘come in’ and you open the door.

“Hey ma.”

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

Eli just shrugs.

“It’s time for your medicine.” You say as you grab the bag on the coffee table and grab what he needs. “Eli, this is Regina. She started working today. Regina, this is my son Elijah.”

“Hi.”

“Nice to meet you kid.”

“Here you go bubs.” You hand him some pills and the water bottle. “Where’s Steve?”

Eli points toward the French doors that lead outside to the back yard. It happens to open before you can go check to see if Steve is available.

“Hey is everything ok?”

“Yeah. Steve, this is Regina the newest addition to the house staff. Regina, this is Steve, the boss.”

“Pleasure to meet you Regina.” Steve extends his hand and they shake.

“Pleasure is all mine.”

You’re surprised by Steve’s pleasant but neutral expression. There was no flirting or inappropriate comments on Steve’s part but you wonder if there was something that you didn’t notice.

“Well, we’ll get going but I’ll come back at lunch time and get you ok Eli.”

“Ok.”

The door opens and in comes Sam and Bucky.

“Hey doll. Little man, look at you up and about.” Bucky sticks his hand out for a high five and then Sam does the same.

“Guys, this is Regina. This is Bucky and Sam.”

“Best friends and business associates to Steve.” Sam says with a small smile but Bucky had a bit of a pout. Tension is starting to build slightly the longer you all just stand there.

“Y/N is also my best friend.”

“Woah ma you went from no friends to a best friend in like a week.” Elijah’s comment is enough to get everyone laughing, except for you of course.

“That's it, no dessert after dinner for a week.” You throw out an empty threat.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t eat dessert before dinner.”

You glare playfully at him and he laughs.

“You gotta watch out for those loopholes.” Steve says with a chuckle.

“Well he isn’t going to be any better if he hangs around you three. Come on Eli, why don’t I take you upstairs.”

“It’s ok, he’s fine there.” Steve waived his hand dismissively.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go he’s fine.”

“Alright, call us if you need anything.”

****

“Your kid is cute.” Regina says as you continue to show her around the rest of the house.

“Thanks. Love him to pieces but it seems like he always needs to drag me.”

You both chuckle.

“Kids are like that. My little girl always has something to say about my work uniforms and if I can’t work somewhere more stylish.”

“How old is your little one?”

“She’s 9. How about Eli?”

“He’s 8.” You say as you stop by one of the supply closets.

“May I ask what’s going on with him? If it’s too personal I get it I don’t mean to be rude.”

“No it’s ok. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong but he’s been sick for a year. We are still trying to find a specialist or someone that will look more into doing some simple blood tests to figure it out.”

Regina puts a hand in your arm and gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry to hear that. If it were my little girl I don’t know what I’d do. I know I’m new here and this is literally the first day but if there’s anything I can do please let me know.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

****

The rest of the day goes as it normally would. Well as normal as it can go in a mob boss’s home. Regina leaves for the day and you make it up to your room for a quick shower. Eli is in bed and sleeping soundly already, the medicine tends to knock him out. As soon as you step out of the bathroom freshly dressed in your pajamas there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey, is everything ok?” You ask once you see Steve. This is the second time you’ve ever seen him in sweats but he wears the hell out of them.

“Yeah, just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie.”

“Me?”

“Yeah you.” Steve chuckles.

“Well Eli is asleep and I don’t want him to wake up alone in case he needs something.”

“Thought you might say that.” He pulls out a walkie-talkie and then points at the one on the nightstand. “His idea, not mine. So what do you say? Just so that you can relax since you have more time to do that.”

“Fine, but no horror movies.”

“Scared of clowns or something?” Steve chuckles as you both walk down to the movie room.

“Or something. I won’t be able to sleep if I watch scary movies.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll protect you if the monsters come to get ya.”

You laugh as you make yourself comfortable. There are already snacks and your favorite drink waiting for you.

“What if I would have said no to watching a movie?” You ask as Steve sits and starts looking for something to watch.

“I would have sat here alone and sad.”

You roll your eyes and turn to the large screen. Once the movie starts and the lights are dim, Steve can’t help but to look over at you every once in a while. He’d never seen you so relaxed. It was a wonderful sight to see, he wanted to see more of it.

By the end of the movie you had dozed off. Specifically your head was resting against his shoulder. It had been years since Steve felt so giddy at the close contact but he was starting to realize that you were different. He’d made a mistake that almost cost him his life years ago, all because he followed his heart. But she had been the worst mistake of his life. You, however, were the opposite of her. Once you let someone in you were so gentle, so sweet and loving. Steve wanted to be on the receiving end of that. And he wanted to protect not only you but Elijah too. So as he carried you upstairs and then set you in bed next to your son he promised himself that he’d show you that he could be everything you needed and more.

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 4

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid single mom!reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: mentions of blood, hospital visits, mentions of a seizure, Elijah being a lil shit (in a cute way of course),

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“Where is she?” Steve demanded an answer through gritted teeth.

“She’s resting in her room.”

“Why didn’t anyone call me sooner?”

Steve took the stairs two at a time. He was furious and someone would be paying for this soon enough.

“You had that meeting with Hansen. If I remember correctly you said to not disturb you because you wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Also the doctor was with her anyway.” Bucky said as he followed Steve up the stairs.

Steve didn’t knock, he just slammed the door open. Peter sat at the foot of the bed and jumped at the sound.

“What the fuck?” You said as you walked out of the bathroom. “Can you be more careful?”

“Who did this?” Steve ignored your question and looked from Peter to Nat, who was reluctantly laying in bed.

She had been cornered while she was alone. Now Nat was a good fighter, even one of Steve’s best. She also had gained his trust a long time ago, along with Bucky and Sam. So whoever did this knew her abilities to defend herself and still managed to get the upper hand. That wasn’t good, it meant his people were being watched.

“You know who it was. They were sending a message. If they can get to us, they can get to you.” Nat said between pained breaths. She looked bad. Black and blue bruises all over her face and chest. She had a cut lip and a few scratches as well as one eye shut due to the swelling.

“We’re going to send a message back. Do you know who actually did it?”

“It was Quentin Beck.” That was all Steve needed to hear before he was out the door. Bucky again followed closely behind.

“Do you need anything else Nat?”

“I’d like to sit up a bit more.”

“Sure thing. Peter, come help me.” You moved around the bed and helped her sit up while Peter added some pillows behind her.

“Thanks. Peter, could you get me my gym bag, it’s in the trunk of my car.”

“Sure thing.”

Peter hurried out of the room and Nat looked over at the nightstand and then around the room.

“Have you seen my phone?”

“You didn’t have a phone on you when you were brought in.”

“Fuck. Ok, you need to tell Steve they probably have my phone. Go.”

You say a quick ok as you hurry down the stairs and into the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. He’s yelling orders, you can hear his voice by the stairs. It takes you knocking a few times before Sam opens the door. The tension in the room is palpable.

“What?” Steve snaps.

“Nat wanted me to tell you that she thinks they have her phone.”

“Fuck. We have to go now. Someone call Jensen and Stark, let them know they need to burn the phone.”

Everyone starts walking out and you ask them to be safe. You close the door before Steve can walk out and the glare he sends your way would make anyone flinch but you don’t.

“Get out of my way.”

“Listen I know you’re angry but you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Are you serious? One of the people I swore to protect almost died and you’re asking me to calm down?”

“Yes.” You say in a soft and almost sweet voice. “If you go out there blinded by rage how many more people will end up hurt? They’re already pissed enough as it is, you can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

You see his demeanor change slightly. He’s still angry but he’s reigning it in.

“Also if anyone else ends up hurt I’m going to be pissed as fuck.”

The corner of his mouth lifts a little. The smile is barely there but you’ll take it.

“Even if it's me?” He asks.

“Meh- depends on how injured you are.”

He smiles this time but it’s gone just as quickly.

“Be safe out there and make sure you kick some ass.”

“You’ll take care of her for me?”

“You know it.”

Steve nods in your direction before walking out and you sigh. It was barely morning and the chaos of it all was already giving you a headache. But you marched up the stairs again and checked up on Nat one more time before starting on your regular duties.

When your work day ended you waited about half an hour and no sign of Steve or his men. Dom and Coulson both nagged until you left.

You had been asleep for maybe half an hour when your phone rang. With Eli getting worse you were sleeping less. So you were in a bad mood as you answered the phone.

“What?” You didn’t even know who you snapped at.

“I’m sorry for calling at this time but we need you at the house.”

“Coulson? What happened?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here. You’ll be getting paid four times your regular pay.”

“Uh- I need… I need a few minutes.”

“That’s fine. Dom will pick you up.” He didn’t wait for you to reply.

“Fuck.” You mutter as you dial Mrs. Fields number and ask her to stay with Elijah.

****

“What the fuck happened?” Your eyes grew wide as you took in the living space. There was blood everywhere. The floor, the walls and the furniture. It’s like the fight had happened right there.

“They just got back not too long ago. No one is seriously injured but we need to get rid of the blood. Boss only trusts you and that you won’t say anything.”

“Of course not. Before I start with the cleaning, does anyone need anything?”

“Probably some steady hands. The adrenaline is wearing off by now. They’re taking care of their wounds.” Coulson informs you as he nods towards Steve’s office.

****

“It’s gonna hurt baby but I’ll be quick.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You hear Bucky say with a chuckle.

“You guys are together?” You ask from the door.

Both Sam and Bucky turn to the door, the latter turning red immediately. Sam just gives you a small smile.

“You didn’t know?” Sam asks.

“Didn’t have a clue, you guys are cute together.”

“You hear that babe, we’re cute together.”

“I knew that already Samuel.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Doing what I always do, cleaning up your messes. But I wanted to check in to see if anyone needed anything.”

“We’re good here but maybe check in on Steve. He’s up in his room. The other guys are in the kitchen.” Sam says and you just nod and leave them be. You can hear them saying sweet nothings to each other and can’t help but smile.

As you walk back out toward the living room you see Clint and Scott on one of the couches. They were beaten and bloodied too and they were getting the couch dirty. You sent a worried glance in their direction but they just waved you off as they rummaged through the first aid kit. On the stairs there were drops of blood everywhere and they led all the way to the third floor, Steve’s floor. It made you wonder how bad it had been and if this was a win or a loss for him.

You knocked at the door, where you could see a smudge of blood on the doorknob. There was no answer so you knocked again and still nothing. Worry settled into the pit of your stomach at the thought that he may be passed out on the floor. You open the door and call out his name but nothing. His clothes are on the floor by the bathroom and you hurry over and knock but don’t really wait for a response.

“Steve, are you o-oh my god! I’m so sorry.” You turn around and cover your eyes when you realize his state of undress.

“Y/N, It’s ok I have sweats on.”

“Still I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to barge in on you like this. It’s just you didn’t respond and I saw the blood so I thought you needed help.” You rushed out.

“It’s really ok, you can turn around now.”

You drop your hand and turn around, he does in fact have sweats on. How had you not noticed? More importantly, how had you not noticed the injuries he had? The longer you stare the more you realize he has tattoos all over.

“What the hell happened?” You rushed over, completely forgetting the embarrassing moment just seconds ago.

“A fight.”

“Yeah but everyone looks like shit. Did you lose?”

“Not really.”

“Well if this is you winning I don’t want to see you losing.” You say as you look up at him. “Let me get the first aid kit.” You turn and head to where Steve keeps the first aid kit. “Sit.” You motion for him to sit on the countertop.

“Why here?”

“Because my back hurts and this will be easier to reach the cuts.”

He just nods and sits where you told him to. Steve’s breathing is even until you touch him around his ribs. You think it’s because there’s pain but he knows better. The light touch of your fingers on his skin sends shivers down his spine and although he’s imagined your hands on him it was never like this.

“Steve?”

“Sorry what?” He looks down at you.

“I think you might have a concussion or some type of head injury.”

“No, I was just thinking about what needs to happen next. I’m fine.” He says but really he was thinking about how your touch would feel everywhere else on his body.

“Ok well this is going to hurt.”

You work silently the next few minutes, cleaning and bandaging him up. During the whole process you feel his eyes on you. Every move you make he watches silently.

“Ok, all done.” You put away all of the supplies and make a mental note to have Coulson refill it. “I should go and get started.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Of course. Call me if you need anything and please rest.”

“Doctor’s orders?” He teases and you level him with your best mom glare. “Fine. I’ll rest. Maybe I should have put you out there to interrogate people.”

“The house would be less bloodied.” You murmur before pointing at the bed. “In bed, now.”

“Ok mom.”

You laughed because he sounded so childish but you noticed the way his eyes softened as you did. Like you instructed Steve laid in bed but grabbed his phone and made some calls. There was more to be done and Quentin Beck still needed to answer for what he did.

You made it home right around noon and were beyond exhausted. You dismissed Mrs. Fields and took a quick shower, thankful that Elijah was taking a nap. Instead of going to your couch you scooped him up and cuddled with him as you took a nap of your own.

The afternoon was spent in a daze. Some sleep, some tv and some food while you stayed close to Elijah. At around nine at night you get a text from Coulson telling you to sleep tight. It was code for don't leave your apartment, which meant that whatever was going on with Steve and his enemies was close to where you were.

For most of the night it was fine. You were watching a movie with Elijah but when you turned to tell him something he was slumped to the side. His breathing was shallow and he was non responsive. You panicked and dressed in your pajamas you grabbed him and your purse in order to get to the hospital.

*****

Steve and the rest of his men had taken up residence in the waiting room of the hospital. Everything had gone sideways in a heartbeat and now they were waiting for news for one of their own. He was already anxious enough but the next few minutes would leave him utterly confused.

“Help! Someone please… he’s not breathing.” Steve heard your voice, frantic and desperate as you walked in through the emergency room doors.

Bucky and Sam immediately got up and stood next to him to see what was going on. The last thing they expected was that you were carrying a child.

“Please, help him! He’s not fucking breathing.”

Your second cry for help snapped Steve into action.

“You,” he pointed at a nurse that was taking his sweet time on the phone. “Get your ass up and help her.” He got in the nurse’s face, his voice low and menacing. “If something happens to him I will end you.”

The nurse looked like he was going to shit himself. He rushed over to you as he called out for a stretcher. He asked you a few things before rushing him in to get Elijah breathing again. Steve had to hold you back from running after them.

“It’s ok, He’s getting help. You need to calm down, sweetheart.” He whispered but you still tried to free yourself from him embrace.

“Please he has to be ok.”

“Hey,” Bucky cups your face and wipes away the tears. “He’s going to be just fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“They’re going to do everything they can, Doll. But we need you to breathe. You have to be ok when he wakes up.”

Bucky grabs your hand and places it on his chest and he takes a quick look at Steve who is still holding you. Both of them match their breathing as Steve softly asks you to do the same and eventually you calm down.

“Sweetheart,” Steve turns you around so that he can look at you. Your eyes are red and your cheeks are tear strained. It breaks his heart to see you like this. “Who is that? Is he your little brother or something.”

By now he had pulled you into the waiting room the rest of his men were at. They all knew you so they were concerned at seeing you so distraught.

“He’s my son.” You say in a low sad voice.

Steve was left speechless and so was everyone else. Never in his life did he imagine you to be a mother but a lot of things clicked into place. He silently told two of his men to move to allow you a seat and of course one next to you for himself. Steve never lets you go though, he keeps you tucked into his side but you’re too upset to notice the closeness.

“You have a son? Since when?” Sam asks.

“Since eight years ago.”

“This isn’t one of those situations where your parents died and you had to take care of your little brother so now you’re technically his mom but not really?” Scott asked really fast. Steve shot him a glare over your head.

“He’s my son, my baby ok. I carried him for nine months in my belly. I have the pictures to prove it or I can show you the video of me pushing him out of my vagina if you want. ” You snapped.

“Sorry, it’s just, you’re so young.”

You rolled your eyes.

“It’s called a teen pregnancy, look it up.” Then you look at him and frown. “I’m sorry Scott I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Ok that’s enough, everyone out. Except for Bucky and Sam.” Steve ordered, reluctantly the men left.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

He’s called you sweetheart three times in the last few minutes but you don’t say anything. Right now you relish having someone at your side. Sitting alone in the waiting room was always the second hardest thing for you to do.

“Do you need us to call someone?” Steve asks and pulls out his phone.

“No.”

“No? Your parents or your son’s father?”

You give him a humorless laugh.

“The latter broke up with me the minute I told him I was pregnant and the former kicked me out when they found out. So no, there’s no one to call.” You sighed, “Wait, maybe Peter? He knows about Eli. So does Coulson and Dom by the way.”

“I’ll call Dom, I’m sure he won’t mind coming in.”

“Wait, where is Peter? I haven’t heard from him all day.” You look from Bucky and Sam to Steve. None of them would look you in the eyes and you sat up straighter. “Why are you even at the hospital?”

“Sweet-“

“Don’t sweetheart me. Why are you here?” You ask again, cutting Steve off.

“He was shot. He’s currently in surgery, that's why we’re here.”

“Bucky what the fuck.”

“Thanks Bucky, at least you had the decency to tell me.” You glare up at Steve.

“I didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were.”

“Family of Elijah Y/L/N?” A nurse calls out from the doorway. Immediately all four of you get up.

“Is he ok?”

“Yes, we got him stabilized and we’ll be moving him to a room. Why don’t you follow me and I’ll take you to him. Only two people at a time though.”

“It’s just me.” You give the nurse a sad smile. You’ve only taken one step when someone grabs your hand.

“And me. Call me when you hear about Peter.”

Steve squeezes your hand to reassure you that he’s there for you. Both of you silently follow the nurse as she brings you to the small room Elijah is in until he’s moved upstairs. The moment you’re behind the closed curtain you rush over to his side. You take his hand and lean down to press a few kisses on his forehead before whispering that you’re there with him. Steve just stands back and watches the scene unfold. His heart aches for you and he wants nothing more than to give you some sort of comfort.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what does he have?” Steve asks after a few minutes of silence.

“The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him or how to help. He’s been sick for about a year. We’ve tried different medicines but nothing seems to really work. He has his good days but recently it’s been all bad days. ”

You struggle to hold back a sob. Elijah’s health has been declining so quickly that you fear it’s only a matter of weeks or even days before you lose him. Steve gets closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You cling to him like your life depended on it. Even with Mrs. Fields there to help you, you’ve always felt truly alone in life. Somehow it felt different with Steve there.

Steve excuses himself for a moment and disappears outside of the curtain. Just as quickly as he left he comes back and wraps you in another hug.

The sound of the curtain being pulled back has you moving away from him. A young man walks in with a tired smile on his face and lets you know he’ll be moving Elijah. He moves around the space efficiently and soon enough he starts pushing the hospital bed down the hallway. Steve places a hand on your lower back and guides you. He doesn’t stop you from leaning into him while the elevator goes up. Your eyes are half closed when Eli is finally set up in a private room. That wakes you up and you’re quick to protest that you can’t afford a private room.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” Steve tells you.

“What? No way. He’ll be fine in a shared room. There’s no way my insurance will cover this.”

Steve cups your face so that you have to look at him. His expression is stern as he looks at you.

“I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. But I will right now. Don’t worry about it, you focus on Elijah. That’s all you have to do, try to rest so that when he wakes up you can be there for him.”

“Fine,” you murmur before looking at the clock on the wall. “I can squeeze in two hours of sleep before I have to be in.”

“Be in where?”

“For work?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve mutters, looking st you completely dumbfounded. He has never met anyone that has made him go through so many emotions in such a small time frame.

“No, I have to work. I need the money.”

“Fuck the money, Y/N. As of this moment you are on paid leave and you don’t come back until he’s out of this hospital.”

You shake your head. “I can’t accept that.”

“Well you don’t have a choice.”

You both start whisper yelling at each other now. Steve grabs you by your arm and pulls you outside of the room.

“I do and I’m going into work.”

“And who is going to be here when he wakes up?”

“My neighbor, she’s his sitter when I’m at work.”

Steve rubs a hand over his face. The situation hits way too close to home. The only difference is that now he has the power to do something and he won’t take no for an answer, even if he knows you’re stubborn as hell.

“If you had to choose between you being here or the sitter being here if money wasn’t an issue, which one would it be?”

“Me obviously.”

“And I’m giving you that opportunity. Please, don’t think about work or about your paycheck. I will pay you, I promise. Just be here for him. I promise you there won’t be anything that will make your kid happier than you being the first person he sees.”

Your eyes well up with tears again as you look from Steve to Elijah’s frail form on the bed.

“Ok, but only for a few days and then I’m back at work. I don’t like just taking money, I have to earn it.”

“For fucks sake woman. How about you take a week and then we’ll talk about it.”

“One.”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

“One day and I’m back at work.”

“Five.”

“Two.”

“Three,” he gives an exasperated sigh before shaking his head. “Three days and we will talk before you even think about working again.”

“Fine. Also you have to let me know how Pete is doing.”

“Deal. So is this what Peter found out when I had him follow you.”

You nod as you walk into the room. At the other end there was a window seat that doubled as a bed. There was a pillow and a blanket already folded and ready for use.

“I begged him not to tell you.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want anyone to threaten Eli so that they could use me against you. I don’t want to put him at risk, I take a long way home just to make sure I’m not being followed.”

Steve’s hands were on his hips as he listened to you. That wasn’t something you should have to worry about when all you were doing was working to try and give your son a chance to live.

“Why not work somewhere else?”

“Because people don’t like to hire single mothers. Before I started working for you I had to work two to three jobs and I barely ever saw him. When I found the job posting as a maid I just went for it. It was enough that I could quit the other jobs and even get an apartment. But then he started getting sick and well here I am.”

He just nodded. It felt like he was watching memories from his childhood replaying right in front of him.

“I don’t need you to feel sorry for me or anything. I’ve managed just fine.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I admire you even more now.” Steve says. “Get some rest, I’m gonna head back to wait for news on Peter and Dom will be here in the morning. Anything you need he’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you.”

Steve just offers a small smile and walks out.

By day break Steve was already back on his way to the room Elijah had been set up in. He had some coffee and breakfast for you, as well as good news about Peter. Thinking you’d be awake he was already calling your name as he walked in.

“Y/N, the surgery was a success.” He stopped in the middle of the room when he realized you were asleep beside Eli’s bed. He frowned when he saw you hunched over sitting on a chair while holding your son’s hand.

Steve was surprised to find your son looking back at him. He placed the coffee and breakfast down on a table and moved the other side of the bed.

“Hi Elijah, how are you feeling kid?”

“Are you my doctor? You don’t look like one.” Eli asked in a hushed voice as he sized up Steve. He looked frail but tough.

“No, I’m your mom’s friend.”

“Wrong.” Elijah furrowed his brows. “My mom doesn’t have friends. And she doesn’t have a boyfriend either, so you’re not that.”

Steve chuckled but then cleared his throat when he saw Elijah was glowering at him.

“Well I’m sure she does have friends. But anyways, you can call me Steve and I'm your mom’s boss.”

“Oh, and you brought her breakfast?”

“Yeah. Is that bad?”

Eli shook his head. “No, but I’ve heard mom tell Mrs. Fields you’re an ass. So that was nice of you.”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that. Elijah was a little copy of you, especially that mouth of his.

“So how are you feeling bub?” Steve sat down as he waited for an answer.

Elijah looked from Steve to you and back. A certain kind of sorrow that no eight year old should ever experience crossed his eyes.

“My tummy hurts and so does my head. But really I’m worried about ma.”

Steve’s eyes softened as they looked your way.

“She’s barely been sleeping. I know she checks in on me while I sleep. And I know that she was probably really scared last night.” His lower lips trembled. “And I’m scared too.”

Steve’s heart ached for this kid. He knew exactly how he felt, having to spend so many nights in the emergency room with his own mother.

“Scared of what?”

“That I won’t get better and then ma is gonna be all alone.”

If mob bosses cried this is where it would happen. Steve had to look away for a moment and compose himself.

“Well, I’m not going to let that happen. I’m gonna make sure you see the best doctors available. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“That you’re not gonna give up. Even when you’re in pain or extra sick, you’re gonna keep fighting.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” Steve smiles. “Now, how about you wake her up and I’ll have the food reheated.”

“Ok.”

Steve stood up and grabbed everything. Just as he headed toward the door he could hear Elijah calling you softly. With a look over his shoulder he could see him gently caressing your face.

****

You stirred from your very uncomfortable sleeping position and were greeted with a very happy Elijah.

“Eli.” You smiled as you sat up and stretched. Immediately you felt the ache in your body from having fallen asleep the way you did. It didn’t matter though, your sweet boy was awake and that’s all you could ask for. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while.”

“Then let me get a nurse.”

“One already came by. I asked her not to wake you up. She didn’t say much, just that everything looked fine.”

“Ok, well I’ll ask when someone comes back. Did they say you can have breakfast?”

“Yeah, it will get delivered at the regular time.” Eli nods.

“Ok good.”

You smile again at him and stand to kiss his forehead. As you pull back you hear footsteps and assume it’s a nurse.

“Good you’re up.” Steve says as he stroll in. “Got you breakfast.”

You just looked at him for a moment. Surprised by the kind gesture you give him a quick thank you before taking what was in his hand.

“Elijah, this is my boss.”

“Steve, I know.”

“It’s Mr. Rogers to you.” You corrected.

“I told him he could call me Steve.”

“When did this conversation happen?”

“While you were drooling on your arm.” Steve teases. You send a playful glare, the exchange making Elijah giggle.

“How is he?”

“The surgery was a success.”

“Oh good.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

“What surgery?”

You looked over at Elijah wondering if you should tell him or not. “Peter got hurt. He had to have surgery but he’s ok now.”

“Oh, can we visit him?”

“I’ll see what we can do.”

There was a little knock on the doorframe and you all turned to see Bucky and Sam. They both had their arms full of bags and smiles on their faces.

“Good morning.” Bucky said as he walked in and proceeded to dump all of his bags on the window seat. “Hey kid.”

Elijah just looked at you waiting for an explanation.

“Eli, this is Bucky. My friend.”

“But-“

“If you finish that sentence you’re gonna be grounded until you’re 30.”

“You never told me you had friends. Why haven’t I met him before?”

“Because we’re new friends, kid. I also work with Steve and we’re best friends.”

“And him?” Eli motions to Sam who was also placing bags on the seat.

“I’m Sam. I’m also friends with your mom and with Steve.”

“What about Bucky?”

Sam and Bucky look at you to see if you were ok with Elijah knowing.

“Sam and Bucky are partners, baby.”

“Like cops or like boyfriends?” Eli asks.

“Like boyfriends.”

“Ma?”

The tone of his voice let you know he was about to destroy you with whatever he was going to say next. You frowned by m but answered anyway.

“Yeah?”

“If guys can have boyfriends now, you’re never gonna get one.”

Sam, Steve and Bucky started laughing and Elijah seemed very happy about it. Even if it was at your expense.

“Do you want your mom to have a boyfriend?” Bucky asks as he looks at Steve with a smirk.

“Maybe, but he’d have to go through me first. And I’m not gonna make it easy for him.”

“And now you have us and we’ll help you.” Sam adds.

“Ok, I think that’s enough about me. What did you guys bring?”

“Gifts.” Bucky announces with a smile. He moves over to the pile of bags and starts to walk some over to the bed. “These are ‘get well soon’ gifts. From your new uncles, kid.”

Elijah’s eyes were wide as he looked through the bags to find legos, remote controlled cars, a drone, another video game console, more video games and gift cards. He was so excited the nurse had to come in and check on him because his heart monitor was showing an increase in his heart beat.

“Can I keep it?” The question had been directed at you.

All eyes were on you. It wasn’t that you necessarily wanted to take these things away, you just wanted Eli to learn that not everyone would be as giving. To not expect everyone to just give him stuff, that sometimes he would have to work for what he wanted. Before you could say anything Steve caught your eye. He nodded with a small smile, silently telling you to let Eli keep everything.

“Of course you can, baby. You heard uncle Bucky. They’re ‘get well soon’ gifts. Now what do we say?”

“Thank you.” Eli beams.

“You’re welcome.”

Bucky and Sam move to sit beside him and the three of them start playing with some of the toys that are already on the bed.

“We’ve lost them.” Steve says jokingly as you walk to stand beside him.

“They’re gonna teach Eli everything I don’t want him to know aren’t they?”

“Yup.”

“I'm going to completely blame this on you.” You quip.

“I’ll take full responsibility. But while we’re here, I had them bring you some things too, so that you can freshen up if you want.”

Steve had started motioning for the other bags on the seat across the room when the monitors attached to Elijah started beeping erratically. He slumped backwards and he was unconscious on the bed.

“Get the toys off the bed.” You tell Sam and Bucky. The four of you move quickly and remove the last toy just as the nurses and a doctor walk in.

“Get them out of here.” A doctor instructs, referring to you and the guys.

Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you out of the room while you fight to stay beside Elijah.

“They need their space to work.” He mutters in your ear.

You stop trying to get out of his hold, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you up at the moment. Steve turns you away from the hospital room and into himself. Your silent tears make their way onto his dress shirt but neither you nor him seem to care.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” A doctor calls out as someone wheels out Elijah. “We are taking him to have some scans done but at the moment we think he may have suffered a seizure.”

“A seizure? But why is it happening?”

“It's only a possibility that it’s a seizure. We’ll do our best to find out what’s going on. We’ll bring Elijah back in about an hour or so.” He says before he walks away.

You just stood there, trying to process what you’ve just been told. This was just another symptom in a long list of things that had been happening to your son.

The men looked at each other unsure of what they should do. It was heartbreaking on so many levels. First, seeing a child so sick and with no answers was enough to soften the heart of most. Second, you yourself were fairly young and having to go through something like this wasn’t easy. Add to it that you were working for a very dangerous man and it added to your stress. Third, you were all alone from what they had learned. Well not anymore, I’m that moment Steve had decided that he was going to be there for you no matter what. He didn’t know that Sam and Bucky had spoken about the matter as well and they were willing to provide you support in whatever capacity you needed it. Whether it be emotional, physical or financial. Right now it was emotional and Bucky was the first to move and bring you into a hug and let you cry into his chest.

3 days.

That’s how long you had been in the hospital. 3 days and still no closer to any answers. Elijah was stable enough to be discharged and around noon Sam was waiting in front of the hospital in an SUV to take you home. He had already packed up everything for you the night before and taken it down to the house, all you had to do was walk down with Elijah and the nurse that was pushing the wheelchair he was in.

“There he is.” Sam smiled as you walked out the main glass doors. “Ready to leave this place little man?”

“Yeah, I just want to go home.”

Sam looks at you confused. The plan was to stop at your place to grab some things and then stay at Steve’s place for a while.

“Baby, we’re only only going to stop by the apartment so that I can get a few things. We’re staying at Steve’s place for a few days so that I can work.” You remind him.

“Oh ok.”

Sam gives you a sympathetic smile and helps get Elijah in the car before opening the door for you to get in. The drive is quick and before you know it you’re in your apartment grabbing a duffel bag and placing some clothes in there for yourself and Eli.

“Y/N?” You hear from the front door.

“In Eli’s room.”

“There you are child. Who is that man that has Elijah? He didn’t let me get close enough to say hello.”

“That’s Sam, he’s a friend from work.”

“My dear, where are you going? Did something happen to Eli?” She watches as you move around the room.

“Nothing new. My boss said I could stay at the house for a few days and keep Eli with me so I’m just packing a few things.”

“What, couldn't he give you the time off?”

“Yes, he was more than willing to give me the days off but I didn’t want to. So we compromised. I’ll see you in a few days ok. Could you lock the door on your way out? And call me if you need anything.” You say over your shoulder as you walk out and head back to the SUV.

****

Eli fell asleep on the ride to Steve’s place. So when you got there you grabbed him while Sam and Bucky grabbed your things. At the sound of Dom’s voice Steve steps out of his office and heads to the living room to find you with Elijah in your arms. God, you looked exhausted.

“Let me take him.” Steve says in a quiet voice as he grabs Elijah from you.

He nods his head in the direction of the stairs and you follow him up. You had agreed to stay on the second floor but he just walked past the hallways and up another flight of stairs, his floor.

“Steve. I thought we agreed that we would stay on the second floor.” You whisper.

“I changed my mind. I want you close in case you need me.”

He gets to the top of the stairs and heads to the left hallway. It’s still on his floor but there’s some distance. Steve nods towards one of the doors and you open it so that he can walk in. The room is huge as most of the other rooms are. This one has been prepared especially for you though. Elijah’s new gaming systems have been hooked up to the tv. There’s a basket with some self care products in it for you. Some new pajamas for both of you and the other things that Sam and Bucky had bought and taken to the hospital. Everything was neatly arranged and all you had to do was rest. This was a dream and it was why you were against it.

Going back to your small one bedroom apartment is going to be difficult. Especially for Eli since you know everyone will want to come by and spend some time with him. Bucky had even started a schedule so that everyone had time to hang out and not overwhelm him. The only type of support you’ve had since he was born was Mrs. Fields and you weren’t sure if it was that you were tired or your honest gratitude or a mixture of both but you wanted to cry. Actually you did cry, silent tears as you watched Steve lay Eli down and tuck him in. You had never seen him be so gentle and you asked yourself why couldn’t he be Eli’s dad. He would be a great father, you just know it.

“C’mere.” Steve startled you out of your daydream as he hugged you. You leaned into it, desperate for any kind of comforting touch. “It’s ok, just let it all out.” He rested his hand on your back and moved it up and down soothingly.

“I’m such a mess, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Why don’t you take a bath and then a nap. It might help you relax. I’ll have Dom send dinner for you both.”

“Oh it’s ok, I can go down and get it.” You say quickly but Steve just shuts the idea down.

“Nonsense. He already volunteered to do it.”

“Ok.”

Steve smiles and turns you toward the bathroom. “Go relax, you deserve it.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You say over your shoulder.

“It’s the least I can do.”

****

Later that night, before Steve goes into his room he can’t help but check in on you. He knocks softly but with no answer he decides to just open the door. The sight causes his chest to tighten. With the light of the hallway he can just make out your form on the bed fast asleep. Elijah clings to you like a koala with his head on your chest and your arms wrapped around him tight. As if he would disappear if you let him go.

Steve has decided then and there that he will do everything in his power to give you the answers that you so desperately need. The best medical team and treatment to make Elijah better and if you let him he’d give you so much more. But he knows you’re stubborn. He also knows that the way to get you to agree to anything is to include Elijah in it. Steve would be lying if he said that little boy hasn’t already stolen a piece of what he thought was his cold dead heart. But like mother like son and you’d both weaseled your way in there even when he promised himself he wouldn’t let something like that happen again.

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A Payment: 9

You’re in the air within an hour of the shots. The fact that it was some weenie named Jasper who mistook your car for one of another companies is literally so infuriating that Steve has to threaten to handcuff you again to keep you on the plane. He’s not letting it go, but he does refuse to allow you to handle it on your own, which you feel is highly unfair.

Instead you fly home and after texting Daisy who promises to send you your things and to take care of Jasper for you, you attempt to relax. After all, it was one of her girls that found out so quickly who it was that had taken the shot at you.

“Darlin’?”

“What?” He gives you a little half smirk looking far too pleased with himself.

“I asked if you wanted something to eat.”

“No.“ You’re too angry to eat right now.

“What about a snack? Just something small? I know you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Fine.” You agree checking your email again to see if there’s any new news from Daisy.

“Come on.” Steve says holding out a hand for you.

“What?”

“Leave your phone, come cook with me.” You look up at him in confusion and he grins down at you. “Come on, I won’t bite unless you want me to.” You roll your eyes at him but still stand and he takes your hand leading you from the front of the plane to the back where you’re surprised to find a miniature kitchen.

“Wait, you cook?”

“What were you expecting Darlin’? That I’d bring Wanda with me wherever I go so that someone would have to cook for me?”

“Honestly, yea kind of.” You admit and he laughs, “I don’t think that my father or Grant even know the difference between a sauce pan and a frying pan.”

“I like cooking, I’ll make ya something small.”

Steve makes you a little quiche, which is far more extravagant than he needed to make but you have a feeling that he was just showing off a bit. Honestly as he should, because it’s a fantastic quiche.

You can’t seem to stop thinking about your near miss. Something about it isn’t sitting right with you, what are the chances that the one time that you’re out late, in Boston where you’ve never had any issues, someone takes a shot at you? Much like the police, you don’t believe in coincidences. You’re staring out the window, your arms hugging yourself when you feel Steve come up behind you. You don’t move as he steps closer, his chest pressing against your shoulders as he wraps his right arm around your shoulders, his left hand rests on his right wrist up by your neck, the hair of his beard is ticklish on your cheekbone but you find yourself relaxing into him.

“What are ya thinkin’ about Sweetheart?” He murmurs before pressing a kiss to your temple. He’s gotten awful handsy and you should be fighting him about it but you can’t find it in yourself to. You don’t want to tell him what you’re really thinking so you ask him something that’s been bothering you pretty much since day one.

“Why me?”

“What?”

“Why me Steve? You didn’t just pick me because my brother is a jackass and owes you money. So, why me?” You feel him tense slightly, you’re not sure why he does but you don’t want him to lie to you. “Don’t lie to me.” You warn softly and he lets out a long sigh.

“Because of your mother.”

“My mom?”

“She was best friends with my mom. Before she died she came to my mom and asked her to keep an eye on you if anything happened to her. My mom told her nothing was going to happen but she promised anyway and she made me promise that I’d get you out of there before you were sold off to someone else.”

“But why now?”

“Because of Ward, Grant, he was looking to make some quick money and one of my guys heard about it.”

“He really doesn’t care about me at all does he?” You’d held out a tiny little bit of hope that your father had cared a little about you.

“I’m so sorry Queenie.” Steve murmurs and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. Your father isn’t worth your tears, clearly to him you were just something to give away to the highest bidder. “I think I can understand why you think mob men cannot love their wives.”

“My father killed my mother.” You admit to him and you feel him tense up once again behind you.

“What?”

“In front of me. He thought that she was attempting to betray him and so he killed her.” Steve doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t relax so you continue, “He told me that was what would happen to me if I put a toe out of line. That Mob husbands don’t need disloyal or untrusting wives. When I asked him he loved her he scoffed and said that she didn’t give him better than he already had. What use was a female child to him? I left the midnight of my 18th birthday and never looked back.”

“I can understand why.” He murmurs into your ear, “I’m so sorry that was your experience.”

“It made me stronger.”

“But it also hurt you.”

“I’m fine.”

“It’s okay if you’re not Sweetheart.” He says softly, “You’ve been so strong it’s okay to break sometimes.” He’s so gentle, so soft and has proven to probably care for you more than any other man in your life, well except for Lance he’s been your constant for so long that you can’t imagine your life without him. “Sweetheart you’re shaking.” Steve mutters and suddenly you’re crying. It’s like you’re grieving everything that you’ve felt you couldn’t for so long. You turn and bury your face into his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms up around his and clutching the back of his shirt as you sob. His grip tightens on you, his fingers are gentle on the back of your neck as they make little circles in your skin.

You’re not sure how long you cry for but it’s long enough for your tears to go dry and for there to be a wet spot on Steve’s shirt. You pull away from him,

“Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry I ruined your shirt.”

“You can ruin every shirt I own and it wouldn’t bother me a bit Sweetheart.” He says cupping your face in his hands, his thumb brushes away a stray tear, “I’m yours. Okay? Whatever you need I hope you’ll come to me first.”

“I, this is all new to me.”

“What is?”

“Having someone care about me. Someone who holds power I mean.”

“I can be patient. I won’t lie to you, I want more than just this, I want all of you but I can be patient. I can go at whatever pace you need but I’m all in.” You grab the front of his shirt and pull his mouth to yours.

It might have been a moment of weakness on your part but one that was well worth it when he groans low in his throat and buries his fingers in your hair. Steve is making a thorough exploration of your mouth, consuming all of your senses.

“Aw Jesus.” A voice says and you rip your mouth from Steve’s, “This isn’t going to become a thing is it?” Bucky gripes and Steve throws his best friend a dirty look.

“Get fucking used to it jackass. If my wife wants to kiss me she can kiss me.”

“I was told to tell you that we’re about to land so everyone needs to be buckled.”

“Aright.” Steve says, he drops into a seat and pulls you down with him, then buckles you both connecting two seatbelts together.

“I don’t think that’s what the pilot meant but whatever.” Bucky says rolling his eyes at how Steve has you perched in his lap. He then goes back to the front to sit next to Lance who is watching the interaction with a small smirk on his face. You roll your eyes at Lance who laughs then turns forward.

“Sorry about him Sweetheart.”

“He’s just doing his job.” You defend Bucky, you’re more amused than annoyed than anything with him.

“And annoying the hell out of me like it’s his job.” Steve grumbles and you laugh softly before relaxing back into him.

“I’m exhausted.” You murmur from where your head is resting on his shoulder, you only got around three hours of sleep last night, which is your own fault, but still.

“Go to sleep Darlin’, I got you.” He says and you know, deep in your bones, that he does.

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A Payment: 8

You enter The Bar through the back door and are pleased to find Daisy pouring a lemon water for you.

“Had a feeling you might show up.” She tells you with a little smile, “Glad you could get away from your husband.”

“Husband being a very loose term.” You tell her sliding onto the chair across from her.

“I assume you’re going to tell me everything?”

“Yes, of course.” Outside of Lance and Bobbi, Daisy is the only friend you’ve got. She’s from this life, grew up with parents that worked with yours, her mother the leader of her company and Daisy had been all in. Then she’d met Grant.

He’d charmed her, convinced her that he loved her and wasn’t interested in her part of her mother’s business, which was all lies. After they got together he’d taken over her share of her mother’s business, had her mother killed then took over completely. Now your father was running things, considering he didn’t trust Grant to do much of anything that wasn’t a surprise. You’d been living in Boston when it all happened and when Daisy had reached out for help you’d given it.

“What happened?”

“Grant. Of course.” She scowls, “He got himself into some trouble with Steve and in order to get himself out of it I was given to Steve.”

“What? And you don’t want me to kill him?”

“No.” You tell her, and you don’t, strangely you trust him. “I’m safe, I’m out from under my father and Grant’s thumbs and so are Lance and Bobbi.”

“You paid your dues?” Daisy says looking surprised, Lance nods.

“Yea. And Steve is paying me triple what Ward was and I didn’t have to pay him any dues.”

“Wait, what?” You’re surprised by all of this information, not having to pay to be part of any mob company is unheard of. Paying dues assures whomever you’re working for that you won’t betray them, that you have stock in the company.

“He said I was your man so if you wanted me to pay dues I’d pay them to you, not Steve.”

“You never have to pay me dues.” You tell him and he nods, “and he’s paying you more?”

“I mean your father pays as little as he can but Steve is paying more than he should. And I told him but he said he’d pay whatever he had to to keep you safe.”

“Does he know about your mom?” Daisy asks and you shrug.

“I certainly haven’t told him. He’s just the new owner of the golden cage.”

“Doesn’t sound like he’s got you in a cage.” Daisy says sounding amused and you glare at her.

“I snuck out tonight. He insisted on coming to Boston with me. I’m in a fucking cage.”

“Oh,” Daisy knows how much you value being able to do as you please. Asking for permission to do anything makes you feel like you’re trapped under your father’s thumb all over again.

You spend an hour and a half with Daisy, you give her a hug and promise to stay in touch before slipping back out the back door and directly into a furious Steve.

“Queenie.” His voice is low and tight, his arms are folded over his chest. He doesn’t usually call you Queenie so you feel like you’re in trouble.

“Hi Steve. What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here? Last time I saw you you were in my bed sound asleep.”

“I had business.”

“Like hell.” He growls, “get in the god damn car.”

“I’ll walk thank you.” You snip back at him and much to your shock Steve scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder then deposits you against the side of his car. “Steve!”

“I woke up, and you were fucking gone. No note. Nothing.”

“And?”

“And?” He snaps,

“I don’t get why you’re so pissed.”

“You are my wife. The woman who I have promised to protect, love and cherish.” You scoff and he frowns down at you.

“Mob men don’t love their wives.”

“Like hell they don’t.” He sneers and you can’t help but laugh.

“Please Steve. I’ve been in this game as long as you have. I know how mob marriages work. I’m here to help keep peace between your company and my father’s.”

“That’s not why you’re here.”

“Right.” You scoff again and he crowds your space, one of his legs is between yours and he has you pinned completely against the car now. Steve is so close that when you take a sharp breath of surprise your chest brushes against his.

“You think that a mob boss can’t love his wife? You think that he can’t want her? Desire her?” He rumbles into your ear, “Oh Honey, when you finally admit that you want me, when you’re begging for me to please you, you’re going to know how fuckin’ wrong you are.” He moves away just enough for you to see his face and when he sees how stupid his words have made you he gently pinches your chin between his thumb and pointer finger then tips your chin up tilting your head back. He drags his lips along your jaw, ghosting your skin and for a moment you forget to breathe. Steve’s eyes meet yours again and whatever he sees in them causes him to hum lowly. He curls a hand around the back of your head and neck then presses his mouth to yours.

You can’t think straight with his mouth pressed to yours. His other hand burns a trail down your side as he teases your lips apart, he pulls away from you suddenly and you blink up at him in surprise.

“I said I wouldn’t touch you until you wanted me to.” He takes a half step back and damn him you want to keep kissing him but not because you’re into him. He’s just a good kisser or whatever.

You glare up at him and Steve laughs, “all you have to do is ask Sweetheart and I’ll kiss you silly whenever you want.”

“You’d love that.”

“As much as you would Sweetheart.” He flirts you roll your eyes at him and then get into the car. He follows you into the back then Lance climbs into the front.

“You didn’t stop her from taking off because?” Bucky snaps from the driver’s seat as he pulls away from The Bar.

“She wasn’t in any danger.” Lance says coolly and you have to bite back a grin.

“She’s always in danger when she’s not with Steve. You know that.”

“Wait, what the hell does that mean?” You interrupt leaning forward.

“Nothing.”

“Fuck you, it’s not nothing.” You snarl, you know you’re tired but you also know that something is being kept from you. “Steve,”

“It’s nothing to worry about yet Darlin’.” He says keeping his head back against the seat and his eyes closed.

“Then tell me.”

“Just some chatter we’re keeping our eyes on. Shang-Chi and the Ten Rings brought it to my attention. Have you met him?”

“No. What’s the chatter?”

“I think you’d like his wife Katy.” Steve continues like you haven’t asked a question.

“I hate you both.” You huff folding your arms over your chest as you scowl at Steve.

“Say it like you mean it Sweetheart.” He says lazily, his eyes still closed.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d love it if you would.” He says and you have to clench your teeth to keep from screaming. Why do all the men in your life insist on being so fucking infuriating?

You don’t speak for the rest of the ride back to the hotel. You just sit, with your arms folded, tightly over your chest and scowl out the window. You know it’s not the most mature look but what the hell was all that about? He just kisses you like that, not all sweet but like he needs you to survive and then just pulls away and says forget it? You will not beg him for his affection.

You don’t wait for him to get out when you get to the hotel, his hand wraps around your wrist and you glare back at him right as two shots ring out.

“Buck! Go!” Steve snaps dragging you backwards on the seat as Bucky stomps on the accelerator. Your door slams shut as the car lurches forward, since Steve had pulled you back against him the door skims your toes. “Sweetheart you okay?” You nod,

“Queenie?” Lance asks, “you good?” When you don’t verbally respond he looks over his shoulder, “Queenie?”

“Good. I’m good. Holy fuck.”

“Steve, where the fuck am I going?” Bucky asks as he zips through the streets.

“Airport.”

“Our stuff?” You mumble.

“Leave it.”

“You could have Daisy pick it up?” Lance offers and you nod,

“Yea, yea we could. She’d do it.” You agree, you were just shot at. Who would shoot at you? The more you think about it the more pissed you get. You wipe at the tears on your face and Steve catches one of your hands.

“Honey? You’re okay, we’re safe.” Lance glances back in concern then a little half smirk.

“Oh, she’s fine. Those are rage tears.” Lance tells Steve.

“What?”

“I’m going to fuck someone up as soon as I figure out who the fuck did that.”

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A Payment: 7

The next morning finds you on the train. You usually get a compartment to yourself but you haven’t seen a single person on this car, which is unusual to say the least. You’re not going to kid yourself, you know that Steve bought out the car. His obsession with keeping you safe is going to drive you up the wall but you suppose that it’s better than the complete disinterest that your father had, other than Lance as your driver slash bodyguard slash babysitter he didn’t much care what you did as long as you came running at his call.

You’d taken the earliest train that you could so you could sleep on the train, Lance has never seemed to need the same amount of sleep as a normal human and since you were still forced to sleep with Steve you’d opted for sleeping on the train. When you’d sat down he’d sat next to you, working on his phone and you’d tried to stay awake, really you had, but you were just so tired.

You wake up with your head against a shoulder, at first you assume it’s Lance but then the voice talks and to your horror it’s Steve. You bolt upright and Steve chuckles softly,

“Stark, I gotta go.” He says before hanging up the phone. “Mornin’ Sweetheart.” He purrs and you give him a halfhearted glare that he just grins back at. “I was gonna wake you up soon, we’re almost there.”

“Okay.” You tell him standing and looking at him, he’s going to need to move for you to get past him but all he does is smirk expectantly up at you. “Are you gonna move?”

“I don’t think I will Darlin’.” You kick him in the shin as you squeeze past him,

“Oh, so sorry.” You say sweetly and he laughs, it’s like nothing you do phases this man. You come back from the bathroom and nearly tumble into his lap as the train lurches, slowing as it pulls into the station. Steve steadies you, not saying a word as you slip back into your seat.

He does some business while you pack up your apartment. You thought it would take a lot longer to pack up your life but you’re pretty much done packing what you’re going to take by 4:30.

“Steve?” You say, realizing that you actually don’t know your address yet,

“Yea Honey?”

“I don’t know our address.” He looks up at you, want clearly in his eyes and it knocks the breath from your lungs. He writes the address down for the driver then holds out a hand out for you.

“You hungry Sweetheart?”

“I could eat.” You agree and he pulls you closer to him before rumbling,

“I’m starving.” When he smirks down at you you know he doesn’t mean for food and you scowl at him, which does nothing to dissuade him. “What are you feeling like?”

“There’s a bar that I like.”

“You don’t wanna do somethin’ fancier?”

“No, I like the bar.” You wanna check in on Daisy, make sure that she’s okay and let her know you’ve moved back to New York. She and Grant had dated and things hadn’t exactly ended well, you’d taken Daisy in and had become close friends.

When you enter the bar she launches herself at you with a cry.

“Oh my god!” Steve tenses and you wave him off as you hug Daisy. “What the fuck! Bobbi said you got married?”

“Yea, it’s not a big deal.” You tell her and she pulls away from you glaring. Her gaze snaps to Steve,

“I assume this is the asshole.” She says and you give her a fond smile.

“This is Steve Rogers. My husband.” You tell her and she scowls at him.

“If you hurt her I’ll kill you myself.”

“If I hurt her I’ll let you.” He agrees and she blinks at him in surprise. His hand rests on the small of your back, “Darlin’ does your father own this bar?”

“No, I do.” You tell him and he looks surprised, “But I’d like to sell it to Daisy, I won’t be in Boston enough to keep an eye on it.” Daisy’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open in surprise.

“What? I can’t afford this place.”

“What if you pay me monthly until you pay me off? It’s not feasible for me to keep The Bar and this way I know you’re taken care of.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yea.” You assure her and she gives you another hug.

“If you need me you let me know and I’ll come to New York for you.”

“Like hell you will.” You tell her, “If he gets his hands on you again he won’t let you go. You’re safe here.” You can feel Steve shift slightly and you know he’s going to want an explanation but it’s none of his business “We’d like to eat.”

“You’ll come back and visit?”

“Of course. I’m still working for Howlett Brothers so I’ll be back every other month to check in with them.”

“Good. What can I get you guys?”

“Any of the burgers.” You tell her and when Steve goes to protest Daisy ignores him and nods,

“Okay.”

“Just trust me.” You tell him turning to go sit in your favorite booth. Steve slides into the booth next to you, rather than across from you like you’d thought he’d do. Bucky sits across from you and Lance takes his usual spot by the door.

When your food comes you thank Daisy and eat quickly. She always knows what kind of burger to give someone and by the way that Steve and Bucky both inhale theirs you know that’s she’s been spot on with theirs too.

“I got us a room at the place that I’m looking at buying.” Steve tells you as you walk out of The Bar.

“Okay.” You don’t really care at this point where you stay, you know that he’s not going to let you out of his sight and you do want to actually talk with Daisy, you know that she’s worried about you and you don’t want that.

“What?” Steve says sounding surprised,

“What?”

“You’re not going to fight me on this?”

“No? I’m kind of at the point where I know I’m not going to win this one so whatever.” He laughs softly and offers you his hand. You take it, which you’re not entirely sure why, but you’re not going to worry about it.

You head to the hotel, it’s a quaint little thing, maybe a hundred rooms or so, in a red brick building. You’re brought to the top floor and once the door is closed Steve hums softly.

“What do you think Sweetheart?”

“About?”

“The hotel.”

“It’s cute. Clearly dated and needs some work to be more sound proof, I know the planes are flying overhead but I feel like they’re right overhead.”

“You think it’s worth the cost?” He asks showing you the text from Pietro.

“No. I’d knock at least $50,000 off due to repairs and see what they counter with.” Steve gives you a little nod of approval then texts Pietro back. You text Daisy and let her know you wanted to see her after close, you’re fairly confident you’ll be able to slip out of the hotel without waking anyone.

You go to bed earlier than you might have if you weren’t planning on slipping out, but you are tired from your day of packing. You did think it was going to take much longer than a day to pack, granted you haven’t gotten any calls on your apartment yet but you also haven’t hired a realtor either. Maybe you will in a day or so, especially if you don’t get any bites tomorrow.

You allow yourself a little nap, then wake exactly at 1:30 in the morning. A skill you’d learned as a teenager, always be able to run. The room is dark and quiet, you hear Steve sleeping next to you, well on the other side of the pillow wall you’d built. You slip out of bed and into the bathroom where you’d left your suitcase, pull on a pair of jeans, your tennis shoes, a bra, tee shirt and your jean jacket then you dig your knife out of your bag and tuck it into your pocket with the hotel key. You don’t bother leaving a note, you’ll be back long before Steve wakes up and you know that you’ll have Lance on your six, he always seems to know what’s going on in your head and after your interaction with Daisy you know he’s going to know you’ll slip out to see her tonight.

You slip out the door of the hotel room, closing it softly behind you, then make your way down the stairs that elevator was so loud earlier.

You’re not surprised when Lance meets you on the sidewalk.

“Daisy?” He asks and you nod.

“I don’t need Steve knowing all her business.”

“If he finds out you’re gone he’s going to be pissed.”

“I never agreed to tell him what I was doing every second of the day, nor did I agree to get permission every time I leave his side. You’ve been enough for almost twenty years.”

“Why are you so resistant to letting him care about you? And you about him?”

“The last person, present company excluded, that I truly cared about was murdered in front of me by my own father. All she was trying to do was protect her children.”

“I know Queenie but maybe give him a chance?”

“It’s been three days. What makes you think I’m not?”

“Did you tell him you were leaving?” You don’t answer, you know he wasn’t really looking for an answer Lance knows you didn’t tell him. “I’m just saying. Him caring about you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

“I already have two weaknesses, I don’t need three.”

“Bullshit.”

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October 1: Decorate

You brush off your hands on your jeans and look at the chaotic mess you’ve got going on. There are several totes, red, blue, green, grey, all labeled ‘Halloween’ on the sides. Clint and the twins should be here any minute to help you decorate the shop, it was a holiday tradition that you’ve come to love. You can’t wait to have the shop decorated for Halloween, with orange lights, fake spiderwebs, a couple of ghost decals on the windows and as many fake pumpkins as you can fit in the store.

The door chimes as it opens and two small bodies rush in, “Auntie!”

“Hey guys, you ready to spookify this place?” You ask and the two run to the totes that are sitting on the floor.

“Hey, Cap’s called us in for something. Can you watch them until we’re done?”

“Anything I need to be worried about?” You hate when they have these ‘family’ meetings.

“I don’t think so, doesn’t seem like it.” He tells you and you nod. Wanda and Pietro are so lost in your decorations bins that they don’t notice the tension between you and their father. “If it was he would’ve told you. You know he would.” Clint assures you, “I’ll come get them when we’re done.”

“Steve comes to get me.”

“Okay, thanks маленький цветок.” He says then he’s gone. You still don’t love that your boyfriend is the head of the mob but you know that he’s one of the better ones. He keeps a lot of the information away from you, at your request, but he loves you, he treats you like a queen and you love him. You take a deep breath before turning toward Pietro and Wanda who have emptied two of the bins already.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow your roll my dudes!” You call and both kids freeze their hands in two new totes. “Let’s do this one at a time otherwise we’re going to have an absolute disaster on our hands.”

“Can we start with the lights?” Wanda asks holding up the strand of purple, orange and green lights.

“Make sure they all work first.”

“Okay!” She and Pietro take the lights over to an outlet and start testing the lights while you turn on a Halloween playlist.

Three hours later your shop is decorated to chaotic, childhood perfection. You’d fed them some pizza for their hard work and now they were doing the little homework they had while you place an order for some flowers. The door chimes and when you look up a smile tugs at your lips. Clint and Steve glance around the shop, Clint knew what to expect but this is Steve’s first Halloween with you and the look of amusement on his face more than a little amusing.

“Hey guys, looks great!” Clint calls as his kids rush to show him what they’ve done.

“Woah Doll, this is somethin’ else.” He says pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love Halloween.” You tell him with a smile, “and if you think this is a lot just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for home.”

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<Part 5<

Surprisingly helpful

"You want to take me on a date?" You asked Steve surprised, pausing mid-air with your coffee.

Steve let out a small chuckle, nodding before taking a sip of his own. "Yeah, that okay?"

"Yes..." You nodded hiding behind your coffee, "But, why?"

"Why?" Steve raised his eyebrow with a smirk, "Well, I kinda liked kissin' ya', so," He shrugged, grinning as he watched you blush. "That, alright?"

You nodded, "Yes, but that's not what I meant." You gave him a coy smile.

"Well, what did you mean?"

"I thought, with everything going on, I wouldn't be allowed to do-"

"Do anything?" Steve raised an eyebrow at you, letting out a small sigh as you nodded, "Y/N, you're not a hostage, okay? You're just, going to live your life,"

"With a complete stranger, who just so happens to be the boss of Brooklyn?" You asked in a teasing manner.

Steve rolled his eyes with a slight chuckle, "Yeah, okay." He lifted his coffee to his lips, "But, that's kinda the point."

You raised your eyebrow at him, "The point?"

Steve nodded, humming. "Well, yeah. You're worried about Thanos finding you, right?" You nodded taking in a deep breath. "So, if you're seen on a date, or two, who knows, maybe even three," Steve smiled cheekily at you making you laugh, "There'll be no reason for you to worry about him or anyone for that matter."

You nodded slowly, "The presence of Steve Rogers is enough to scare the enemy?" You teased, making him roll his eyes at you again before he began chuckling lightly. "Okay, Mr. Rogers, I will go on a date with you."

Steve sent you a wink and grinned, "Perfect," He stood up from his chair as he quickly drank the rest of his coffee before grabbing a hold of his jacket from the back of his chair, "I have to go to a few meetings today but, whilst I'm out I thought you could go shopping since you know-"

"You had my things 'taken care of'?"

Steve let out a heavy sigh smiling, "Enough with the gangster references," He shook his head, "But yes, since that's happened, I thought you'd like to go buy yourself a few things..." He paused as he pulled his wallet out then a card, "... on me."

Your eyes widened at his gesture, "Are you insane? No, Steve, I ca-"

Steve placed the card against your mouth, smirking as he hushed you, "Don't, try to argue with me, Miss Y/L/N, or you'll end up sleeping with the fishes." He winked. "Gotta go," He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he left you alone in the kitchen.

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You sat in the back of one of Steve's cars has Bucky drove you into New York for a day of shopping. You'd told him he really didn't need to do so but he'd been ordered by Steve to make sure you were safe.

"You're right." You let out a heavy sigh with your arms crossed over your chest as you stared out the window.

Bucky looked into the review mirror with a curious look, "I'm right?"

You hummed, "About me possibly being a spy, and Steve being stupid," You turned to look at him, "Why doesn't he see that you're right?"

Bucky turned back to the road as he smirked slightly, "Because, he's stupid," He glanced back to you over his shoulder. "You're not a spy, Y/N," He nodded, "I know I wasn't, exactly your biggest fan when Steve decided he was taking you in but... you're right, you could be a spy. Steve didn't think that because you were so nice to him." Bucky let out a small sigh, "It's my job to think of every possibility, to think of a way to solve problems and, what have you, to protect him... because he's stupid,"

He gave you a wink and cheeky grin in the mirror making you smile at him. He was right, Steve was stupid.

"I looked into you," He gave you a sorrowful look, "I know who your parents were, I know Thanos killed them... I found out from, some connections what he was planning on doing, with you, Y/N. I'm sorry, but you have to understand that's why I thought you could be a spy... double bluff, you know?"

"I know." You nodded, "I'm not," You let out another sigh, "Thanos wanted me to be, well, I'm sure he wanted me to, be something else, but..." You shook your head, "I'm not."

"You're you," Bucky smiled at you in the mirror once more, "You really kick Rumlow's ass?"

You began grinning before you shrugged, "I don't know about kick his ass, but, I did whack him in the throat with a book," You chuckled, shaking your head. "I did pick up one or two things from Thanos..." You frowned. "I had too, or I might not be here... with Steve." You shook your head with a giggle, "He's such an idiot,"

"He's the biggest, idiot," Bucky chuckled. "But, he will keep you safe, Y/N, so will I, and Sam."You smiled at him, nodding before you looked away as tears began to fill your eyes, "I look after you guys too, you know." You smiled, "I make a mean lasagna."

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"Where will Steve be taking me?" You asked Bucky as he walked a little behind you as the pair of you entered a little boutique. You offered the shop assistant a polite smile as she looked up from what she was doing, double-taking when she spotted Bucky behind you.

Bucky smirked, "His place."

You stopped in your tracks and looked over your shoulder at him, "His place?"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, his club. Well, his main, club. The Captain, it's a sort of a, burlesque club,"

"You mean a strip club?"

Bucky frowned shaking his head, "No one, takes their clothes off, doll... That's at The Shield," He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes laughing, turning back to look at the clothes, "Whatever, just tell me what sort of dress to get."

"I don't know... red." He shrugged.

"Red? Oh, helpful," You teased.

"It's his favorite color," Bucky shrugged, "I'm a guy, all I know is how to take them off,"

"Oh, God," You walked off laughing.

You looked around the small boutique, trying to decide on what to buy for your date. As much as you were sure, Steve was only doing it as a way to make Thanos or Rumlow back off from you, you were excited to go on a date with him. You had to admit, yes, you rather enjoyed kissing him too.

"Ooh, I like this!" You grinned, turning to look at Bucky over your shoulder as you held up a dress. "What you think?"

Bucky shrugged, "It's red,"

You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm gonna go try it on."

Bucky huffed, "Okay, but don't take too long,"

You gave him the finger with a smirk as you walked off towards the changing rooms with the dress.

Once you were undressed and redressed in the dress, working out what sort of underwear would work best with the dress, as well as deciding what kind of heels you'd get to go along with it, you pulled the curtain back a little.

"Bucky?" You called out to him.

He huffed from where he was still stood, talking (flirting) with the shop assistant, "What?" You waved at him, calling him over to you. He nodded before excusing himself reluctantly from the young shop assistant and made his way over to you. "What?"

You rolled your eyes before pulling the curtain back, "What you reckon? Will Steve like it?" You asked, looking down at yourself, missing the surprised look Bucky gave you as he took you in.

"Oh... hmm, yeah... yeah... it's, hmm, it's red," Bucky quickly looked away as he felt himself starting to blush. "Steve's, gonna love it," He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head, "Are you wanting him to kill someone?"

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I’ll keep you safe... 5/?

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<Part 4<

Questions

Steve was sat in his office, staring out the window at the night sky as he thought about you and what you had shared with him. He let out a heavy sigh as he thought about what Bucky had said to him and Sam. He thought about Rumlow too, nut most importantly, he thought about him...

He closed his eyes as he ran his hand down his face. Fuck. "Come in," He answered the knock at the door, turning around to face the person as they entered. "Ah, Loki," Steve stood up with his hand out in front of him.

Loki nodded, closing the door behind him, "Rogers," He greeted Steve, shaking his hand. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked as he sat down opposite Steve.

Steve let out a small sigh and sat back in his chair. "How much about Thanos, did you learn?"

Loki stared at him, a little surprised by his question if he was honest. "Not that much, why?"

"But some, right?"

Loki nodded, "Enough to know he's a cruel man. Why? You're not doing a deal with him, are you?" Loki frowned.

Steve shook his head, "No, of course not,"

"Good," Loki let out a short sigh, "I'd like to think I'm a brave man, but not when it comes to him," Loki shook his head, thinking back to his time with the man. Sure, it was on the basis of finding out information for Steve but it was still bad enough. He was worn down and almost ripped apart by him.

Steve nodded, "Believe me, Loki, I want nothing to do with that man," He frowned. "But, I do need to know something,"

Loki nodded, "If I can tell you, I will,"

Steve sighed as he sat back in his chair. "You know how many daughters, Thanos, have?"

Loki blinked, surprised, thinking about Steve's question. "... Three,"

"Three?" Steve asked, reaching up to scratch his chin. "Names?"

"Hmm..." Loki paused as he thought about it, "Gamora... She's the eldest, then... Nebula... Then, hmm... There was a third, but she disappeared just before her 18th so, I never really knew much about her..." He rubbed a hand over his forehead as he tried to think. "... Y/N, maybe..." He shrugged.

"Y/N?" He asked. Loki nodded. "You know why she left?"

Loki nodded taking a deep breath, "There was a rumour, Thanos treated her differently to the others, I mean, none of them were his real daughters, he just said they were but Y/N, he held her above the other two..."

"How?"

"Well, I heard, as soon as she was to turn eighteen... He was going to marry her,"

Steve closed his eyes as he turned his back to Loki, his stomach knotting as he thought back to what you had shared with him

-FLASHBACK- "He made sure to tell me every day... he killed them and he took me in... no one else would want me..." You sobbed into Steve's chest.

The pair of you sat in the back of his car, Bucky and Sam up front driving as you made your way to Steve's home. He promised to protect you, he had to.

Bucky wasn't happy about the whole idea, he was convinced you were apart of some big plan to finish Steve but Sam didn't believe that he sided with Steve, putting a permanent pout of dislike on Bucky's lips.

"Nebula had tried to run away... countless times before, but he'd always catch her and hurt her... He was horrible... We were his little pets. He conditioned us to be these perfect killing machines to go out and do his bidding for him... We were trapped, but then the rumours started and I had to run, I had to,"

Steve tightened his hold on you as he glanced into the rear-view mirror meeting Bucky's hard gaze. "What rumours, Y/N?"

You let out a shaky breath. "Thanos, had always treated me with a little bit more love, than the other two, he didn't want me to be like them... he wanted me for himself... I was to... marry, him... As soon as I was eighteen," You sobbed. "So, I ran... to somewhere he wouldn't follow me to... I ran to somewhere I would be safer than with him..."

"To me?" Steve asked, feeling you nod into his chest. "But, how have you managed on your own?"

You let out a small chuckle, sitting up. "I'm not stupid, Steve... I know how to look after myself... I sold my mother's jewellery... and got a small job and a small place and then just, worked my way up to what I have now," You shrugged, "Granted, I had to sleep rough a few weeks but, it was better than being trapped, there, with him,"

-NOW-

"Steve?"

Steve cleared his throat nodding as he stood up from his chair and turned to Loki. "Thank you, Loki, you've been a big help," He held his hand out shaking Loki's, saying farewell to one another. Steve let out a heavy sigh before turning around and grabbing his glass of scotch, throwing it at the wall as he cried out in anger. "FUCK!"

A few seconds went by before his door opened again and Bucky stood there, frowning at his best-friend. "She's really gotten to you, hasn't she?" Steve shit him a glare, making him chuckle. "Sam and I have done some digging around... It was Rumlow who ransacked her apartment... He's left Brooklyn, for now,"

Steve nodded taking a deep breath, "You think I'm stupid?"

"Oh, I know you're stupid, but... I'm guessing, she's telling the truth from your little tantrum," He sassed, leaning on the doorway as he spoke. "What are you going to do now?"

Steve shook his head, thinking. He had, to keep you safe, ever fibre in his body was telling him he had to. "You and me both know the only real way to keep her safe from him is to-"

"Think!" Bucky cut him off, letting out a frustrated sigh, "Think, about this before you do anything, please?" Bucky pleaded with his friend. "Steve, she could still be playing tricks, you heard her,"

"Yeah, and so did you, Buck. He was going to force her into unthinkable things-"

"Yeah, and you don't think you aren't about to, even suggesting this?" Bucky sighed deeply. "Look, maybe I wasn't so keen on her at the start. Maybe I'm not a hundred percent now, but I'm not a monster, I can see she's been through hell... But, you have to be careful, okay? Please, all I'm asking is you think about this,"

Steve nodded, letting out a tired sigh. "Okay, you're right, " Steve leaned forwards, resting against his desk so his back was facing Bucky.

"Aren't I always?" Bucky answered with a smug grin before he stepped out of Steve's office, leaving him once again with his own mind for company.

Sam had taken you up to one of the many spare rooms on your arrival, Steve promising he'd come to find you once he'd taken care of business. That was over twelve hours ago, and he was still tucked away in his office, frowning.

"You should get that cleaned up before it starts to dry," Your soft voice broke through the heavy silence of Steve's office.

He looked over his shoulder, his breath catching in his throat as he took in your attire. A light pink, silk nightgown that came to just above your knee. He could see from the way your nipples pebbled due to the cool air that you opted not to wear a bra. Are you wearing panties?

"I have people to do that," He noticed you holding a dustpan in your hand, the corner of his lips tugging into a soft smile.

"Are those people here?" You asked, stepping into his office a fraction. Steve shook his head as he turned to face you. "So, you'd better clean it up, before someone gets hurt," You shrugged, looking down to your bare feet.

Steve smiled softly as he stepped closer to you, taking the dustpan from you. "Did you really come in here to tell me to clean my mess up, or is there a different reason?" He asked.

You shook your head as you continued to look down, embarrassed by the fact you were so easy to read to him.

Steve let out a slow sigh, throwing the dustpan onto his desk before he reached out and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, you don't have to worry about, Thanos, okay? I promised I'd keep you safe, and I will,"

You shook your head, "How? Why? Steve, you don't even know me. Bucky's right, I could be trying to trick you, you don't know that because you don't -"

You were cut off by Steve reaching up to hold the back of your head and pull you in for a kiss. Your mind went blank as you kissed him back, unable to fight the pull as you melted into his embrace. Your arms snaked around his neck as his other arm circled your waist, holding you close as your mouths moved against one another.

Your eyes slowly opened as you drew back from Steve's pink and plump lips, immediately missing them. You took a deep breath as Steve did, his forehead resting against yours as he tightened his hold.

"I don't know you, you're right, but... you tellin' me you don't feel it?"

You shook your head, moving your hands so you could push back from him. "We shouldn't, Steve, I'm no good for you," You went to turn but he grabbed your wrist lightly.

"You're, no good? Are you kidding me? You went out of your way to help me when you could have just walked away. After years of emotional torture and abuse, you're the sweetest and most caring person I've ever met... I'm, no good. I kill and deal and-" He shook his head, taking a deep breath. "Doll, it's not every day a guy like me, feels like this about a dame... All I'm asking is, let me keep you safe?"

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I’ll keep you safe... 4/?

<Part 3<

I’ve got you

"I-I, hmm, I have to leave, now," You nodded to yourself, quickly moving from the spot you'd been frozen to as soon as you walked through your busted apartment door.

It was trashed. Someone had broken in and destroyed your home.

You should have just walked away. The moment you found Steve bleeding in that alley, you should have just left him there. But you couldn't. There was something about him, something in his beautiful blue eyes that pulled you to him.

Fuck, you were screwed.

You muttered to yourself as you walked into your bedroom.

"Y/N?" Steve followed after you, ordering Bucky and Sam to stay by the front door. He assessed the damage as he made his way through your apartment, making a list of things that were broken or destroyed.

"I have... have to get out of, here, before he, finds me," You dropped to the floor beside your bed and reached under, grabbing your 'GO' bag that was already packed full of clothes.

"You don't have to worry about Rumlow, Y/N,"

"I'm not worried, about Rumlow, Steve. I'm not scared of him. I can handle, Rumlow!" You snapped. You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "Sorry," You whispered as you turned your back to him.

Steve creased his brow in confusion as he looked at you, "Y/N, who are you running from?" He asked softly, stepping closer to you.

"No one, just... forget about it,"

"How can I just forget about it, Y/N? Look at you, you're shaking," Steve let out a soft sigh and reached out for your hand, slowly turning you to face him. "Please, doll, tell me. I can protect you... if, that's what you want,"

You shook your head, "You can't, no one can, he'll kill you," You let out a small sob, your hand covering your mouth as tears slowly began to fall down your cheeks.

"Who, Y/N? Please," Steve found himself begging you. He wasn't used to doing so, he was usually a man who didn't have to work so hard to get answers.

You shouldn't trust him, he was just as bad as who you were running from, but for the first time in your life you did trust someone and you felt safe. Steve made you feel comfortable and cared about. It's ridiculous! You barely know him.

"Y/N," Steve gently cupped your face with his hand and lifted your gaze so you'd meet his. His eyes were full of worry, and it broke your heart. "Please, tell me, who are you running from?"

You closed your eyes taking a deep breath. Tell him. "My... My, adoptive father..." You let out a shaky breath. Tears slowly fell down your cheeks as your voice broke as you said, "... Thanos,"

Steve's arms dropped to his sides as the air was thickened around you with tension. He dropped his gaze to the floor, unable to watch the tears slowly fall down your cheeks. "Than... Thanos, is your-" The words died in his mouth as he thought about them. Fuck.

The two of you stood in silence as the horror of your words sank in. You felt it breaking you once more as it had done for most of your life.

"M'sorry, Steve,"

Steve's head lifted at the sound of your broken voice. "You're sorry?" He frowned.

"Yes," You nodded, your voice shaking as you looked up to meet his dark gaze once more. "I'm sorry. I wish he wasn't, believe me, I do, but the sick bastard..." You shook your head as a new wave of tears began to fall. "He killed my parents-" You stopped because your heart was breaking.

Steve quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, hushing you as he gently ran his hand over the back of your head as he whispered soothingly in your ear. "I've got you... I promise,"

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I’ll keep you safe... 3/?

Here’s the next part of the mob boss!Steve Rogers series. Enjoy!

< Part 2 <

In the books

Your hand covered your mouth to hide your yawn as you carried a large stack of books down an aisle, back to where they belong. You were sure that last night was a dream when you woke up this morning, it's not every day you take in a bleeding mobster. You were convinced it was until you stepped out of your bedroom to find the boss of Brooklyn asleep on your couch, shirtless and looking like a God. Damn, he was good looking, even recovering from a bullet wound.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

"Yes?" You smiled politely as you turned around to face the person. You let out a pained cry as the back of a hand collided with your face, causing you to drop the stack of books and stumble backward.

"We need to have a little chat," Tears threatened to spill as you stared at the smug face of Brock Rumlow.

"Who are you? What do you want?" You lied, letting out a small fake sob. You turned your body from him as he stepped closer to you, almost like you were cowering away.

Use your innocent demeanor to your advantage, child.

"C'mon now, don't act dumb. You know what I want, sweetie," He reached out towards you.

You quickly grabbed the first book you could and used your other arm to push his away before using the book to jab him in his throat, smacking it across his face and then under his chin, throwing him off balance and giving you time to run.

You ran to the other end of the aisle, dropping the book and kicking your heels off as you did, willing yourself to not stop running. You had to glance over your shoulder to see if he was behind you, breathing out in relief until you crashed into a solid wall of muscle. You screamed out as a pair of strong arms wrapped around you so you didn't fall.

"It's me, calm down, Doll, it's me," Steve spoke soothingly, brushing a strand of hair off your tear-stained cheek. His eyes focused on the nasty looking cut and bruise forming on your cheekbone. Anger flooded his veins.

"Rogers!"

Steve quickly pulled you close to his chest as he pulled his gun out of his holster, aiming it at Rumlow right there in the middle of the library. Screams from the visitors echoed as the two men faced each other.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Rumlow," Steve's voice was strong, demanding as he kept his eyes forward, taking in the state of Rumlow's own bust lip and a black eye that was forming. Pride filled him as he pulled you closer to him. "Leave, now... or you'll be sorry,"

"Me?" Rumlow let out a deep cackle, shaking his head as he looked towards you. "You'll be sorry, you and that bitch, she'll pay for-"

The sound of a gun firing made you jump and the screams grow, thinking the worst had happened as you hid your face in Steve's chest, clawing at his jacket as you tighten your hold on him.

"That's a warning, Rumlow," A new voice warned from behind Steve. You glance over his shoulder, taking in a sharp breath as your eyes landed on James Buchanan Barnes. A man once thought to be on the dark side of this war.

Rumlow glared at the three of you before making the decision to run for the back doors.

"Buck, get Sam and check, I don't want him hanging around." He ordered as he put his gun away, turning his attention back to you. "Y/N?"

You nodded, slowly taking in a deep breath, "Yeah,"

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you in any other way?" He asked as he raised his hands to cup your face, tilting it to the side so he could get a better look at your bruised cheek.

"No," You gulped, shaking your head. "He got a lucky hit, coward, caught me off guard," You scowled, lifting up your hand to run over your cheek.

A sound something similar to a growl left Steve's chest as he glared over to where Rumlow had been standing. "Don't worry, Doll, he won't get away with this,"

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I’ll keep you safe... 2/?

Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x reader

Here’s the second part of ‘I’ll keep you safe’. You can find the first part here... The first couple of chapters may appear to be short but they’re just to get the story going.

At the door

A constant hammering against your front door abruptly woke Steve from his surprisingly good sleep on your sofa. He groaned as he screwed his face up, the sunlight entering the small apartment was almost blinding as he pushed himself up. The knocking was still going, frustrating Steve even more as he stumbled over to the door, taking a peek through the peephole.

"Knock it off!" He snapped as he yanked the door open, glaring at his best friend and right-hand man.

Bucky paused taking in Steve's state of undress, no jacket or shirt, just slacks and socks, and the bullet wound you cleaned and patched up for him last night. "You look like shit," He stated.

Steve rolled his eyes before snatching the bag from his left hand, turning back into your apartment. "Thanks, Buck, your pep talk really helped," He sighed, "Jerk,"

"Punk," Bucky chuckled whilst following Steve into your apartment, doing his usual checks as Steve got changed into a fresh dress shirt and jacket. "This her?" Bucky asked as he picked up a photo of you from the bookcase.

Steve nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he cough, clearing his throat.

"That's her,"

Bucky nodded. "Cute,"

Steve ignored him, focusing on his cuffs. "Get things sorted?"

Bucky scowled as he placed the photo back, shaking his head. "Not quite. Rumlow disappeared but his goons are taken care of," He explained, "You were lucky he didn't follow you here, Steve," He frowned at his friend.

Steve nodded, "Well, it's not like there's anything out here he can use against me, is there,"

"I guess," Bucky nodded. "So, hmm, what are you going to do... About, her?" He nodded his head towards your bedroom door.

Steve let out a long sigh, his eyes closing for a couple of seconds as he thought. "Nothing,"

"Nothing? Are you serious?" Bucky frowned when his friend nodded, "Steve, you don't know anything about this dame, she could be working for Rumlow or something,"

Steve shook his head. "She's not, Buck, okay,"

"And how do you know?"

He didn't. But he felt something when he looked at you. The two of you spent hours talking as you cleaned him, before grabbing a bottle of wine to share. You'd ask a question and if he could, he'd answer and sometimes he asked questions and you answered, but there was something you were hiding but it wasn't a lie.

"Just trust me, would ya'," Steve sighed, walking over to your kitchen counter where he saw a pen and notepad, wanting to leave you to note explaining his early morning-

Morning Mr. Brooklyn, I hope you feel better soon. Gone to work, see you around x

"Fuck," Steve frowned something in his stomach twisting as he read the little note again.

Bucky rolled his eyes before he fishing his cell out his pocket, answering it immediately. "Sam?"

"You got him?"

"Yeah, he's safe. We're about to leave now,"

"Good," Sam let a relieved sigh, "Rumlow as been seen around that area, heading West in the opposite direction,"

Bucky frowned, "West? Dumb ass, can't even sniff us out when we're right under his nose," Bucky chuckled.

Steve's head shot up.

"You a nurse, Y/N?" Steve asked as you tended to his wound.

"No," You shook your head, "Librarian,"

"Librarian?" Steve smiled, not expecting you to say that.

You let out a soft sigh, nodding as you sat back. "Yes, librarian, at the public library, a problem with that, Mister Mob-Boss-Man?" You sassed.

Steve's smile turned into a grin as he shook his head. "No, no, it's cute,"

Steve spun around to face Bucky. "Y/N!"

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