#also her last name in this is maximoff cos she never met her dad

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Legally Blonde 6: So Much Better

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just a legally blonde AU with you starring as Elle Woods. Based on both the movie and musical.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2608

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

“Alright Wanda, are you ready?” It’s Pietro’s birthday and Wanda had made one of those doggy cakes for him.

“I don’t know Y/n, Ultron scares the crap outta me!”

“That’s okay.” You rub your hands up and down her arms. “You can channel that fear. Remember you are a strong independent woman and you must be reunited with your dog.” You turn her around to start heading towards the trailer.

“Anyone who bakes their dog a birthday cake deserves nothing less.” Buck places his hand on her shoulder and smiles at her in reassurance.

“Oh, and it’s shaped like a bone!” Wanda takes the lid off the tray to show the bone shaped cake with ‘Woof’ on it.Bucky chuckles at that and you start to move her closer to the trailer.

“That kind of devotion cannot be ignored.”

“It’s not easy to find dog friendly chocolate substitutes.” Wanda knocks on the door and the man living there pops his head out the window.

“Ugh not you again! I want your fatass off of my property.” You cringe at the way he speaks to Wanda and get ready for a fight.

“I want to see my dog! I got a right! I bet you didn’t even know it’s his birthday today.”

“Oh is it your birthday?” He looks inside talking to the dog. “Well you can’t see him jelly gut. Best decision I ever made was throwing you out!” He snatches the cake out of her hands and shuts the window. Wanda screams in annoyance and anger.

“Can you believe I lived with that for ten years! And that cheapskate, he never even got me a ring.” You’re about to go hug Wanda when Bucky grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

“Y/n, they lived together for ten years.” He put emphasis on ten years and it clicks in your mind.

“Of course! Bucky, you are a genius.” You knock on the door and he swings it open groaning in the process. “Mister Ultron, we are Miss Maximoffs legal team.”

“Lawyers?”

“I don’t think you realize that the great commonwealth of Massachusetts recognizes your ten year relationship with Miss Maximoff as a common law marriage. And entitles her to equitable division of property.”

“Huh?”

“Which means…” You motion for Wanda to finish it off after seeing the light flood into her eyes.

“I’m taking the dog, dumbass.” Pietro comes out of the railer and Ultron grumbles as he goes back inside. The Jack Russell Terrier runs straight to Wanda and she picks him up. Bucky scratches the dogs head quickly before you all start to walk away. 

“Oh boy have I missed this face! Oh Y/n, Y/n this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you so much!” Wanda parts from the two of you to head home and you feel warm inside.

“Was that law? Is this the point of law? I’m feeling kind of high.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky gets concerned as he sees you place your hand on your heart.

“This is why we all study and slog, to help the underdog.” You turn to Bucky for the first part but then turn back to look at Wanda’s retreating form for the rest of it. 

“Yeah, quite literally in this case.” You laugh at his joke and he smiles at you, proud that you enjoyed using law to help Wanda. “Come on, it’s late let’s get you home.”

***

The next morning you and Bucky see a crowd of people surrounding the board in front of Pierces class. You share a look with Bucky before going up to Thor who’s closest to you and also the nicest student you’ve met. 

“What’s going on?”

“Pierce’s firm is defending a murder trial. His caseload is so big, he’s taking on first-year interns.” At that Pierce makes his way out of the hard of students and over to Bucky.

“Bucky, I’m making you my co-council on the Barton trial. Prove yourself here and the title Associate isn’t far off.”

“Yes sir!” 

“We start Monday at nine A.M. sharp.” He turns back to the hoard of students and speaks before going back to Bucky and speaking only to him. “And make sure everyone dresses appropriately.” He speeds away to get away from possible squealing.”

“Oh Bucky that’s so great! I’m so proud of you!” You put your shoulders on his shoulders and hop up and down. While you do that you here Valkyrie celebrate getting the internship. You both walk towards the list with Bucky holding your hand. As you do that Peggy makes her way out of the crowd and sees Steve.

“Steve!” This causes you to turn and watch them. “We got Pierce's internship! It’s just like we planned!”

“Babe that’s perfect!” They embrace each other and your heart breaks a bit more when they kiss. “Almost as perfect as our wedding will be.” Steve spins her the way he used to to you. Your eyes follow them as they move away to celebrate taking the rest of the crowd with them.

You’re frozen in your spot thinking about how you thought if you were patient he would love you again. You thought that with time Steve would start to respect your mind and love you again. Watching him walk away after you turned your life around for him felt like a fatal blow. Bucky taps your shoulder and points to the list after you turn around.

“Woah! Is that my name on the list? Is this a mistake? Am I even awake? Pinch me now to make sure.” You hold your arm out for Bucky and he pinches your wrist while chuckling at you. “Ow! Yes, that’s my name in black and white somehow I’m doing something right. I feel so much better than before.” You and Bucky do your handshake before he goes to get some work done. “Oh Steve, sorry I’ve been a pest but I guess my best wasn’t working with you.” Steve just turns back to his huddle of friends. You tap his shoulder and he turns back to you slightly annoyed. “But, it looks like I found a cure and I so look forward to working with you.”

“What? Working with who?” He moves quickly to look at the list.

“Do you remember when we spent spring break in the hot tub every night? We said nothing else would ever feel so right. Well, this might!” Steve had a smirk on his face until your last sentence. His head snapped to face you and frowned. “Seeing my name up on that list, that beats the first time that we kissed.” You follow Steve to the list where Peggy is already standing. “You thought I was dumb, but I guess that somebody’s judgement was poor. Seeing my name in black and white is like making love with you all night.” You smile at him glad to see him so annoyed. “No wait. It feels so much better! ‘Cause I am so much better than before.” You walk away after that ready to celebrate. 

You can’t wipe the smile off your face and think how maybe she’s what he prefers but maybe his mind and he’d look up to find that you’ve moved onto better things, better jobs or bigger rings. There’s no time for you to cry over him now because you’re too busy loving your name on the list. You take out your phone and call your mom. 

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi honey how’s law school? Are you ready to come back home?”

“I actually got an internship with my teachers firm. I’ll be working with him on a murder case. I’m doing something right here.”

“That’s great sweetie! I’ll let your dad know about it as soon as he’s back from golfing. He’ll be so proud of you. I’m so proud of you.”

“I feel so much better than I ever have before mom. Love you, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

“Okay love you too Y/n.” You hang up and put your phone away.

***

At the first meeting you bump into Steve and Peggy on the way to the office. Steve walks away quickly leaving you and Peggy behind. You both stare at each other for a bit in silence before you decide to break it. “You look nice today Peggy.”

“Thank you.” You both walk to the office in silence.

Once everyone arrives Pierce begins to play a workout tape and you recognize the person in it but you can’t quite put your finger on how. Pierce pauses the video and stands up to speak.

“Meet our client, Natasha. Her very wealthy husband was found shot to death in their Beacon Hill mansion.”

“Gold digger?

“You’d think so but she was rich on her own. She has a fitness empire. She claims she didn’t kill him.”

“Did she?”

“Let’s watch some more.” Pierce plays the video again and it shows Natasha speaking of how a jump rope can be used as a defensive weapon. “Who thinks she’s guilty?” Everyone but you raise their hands. “Here’s where you kids come in, Natasha has trouble trusting me. I’m her only chance to win but I don’t speak MTV.

“I’m a Delta Nu-”

“Not now. I want her whipped into shape, if there’s a brain in that hair tell it that I’m the key to the plea or the chair.”

***

The next meeting was at the jail and you were all meeting with Natasha.

“Miss Barton I’m Bucky Barnes, your co-council during the trial. These are the interns here to help out. We are here to whip up your legal defense.” Natasha chuckles at that a bit. “We’d love to discuss your case and go over a few choices. We wanna free you as soon as possible. So you can bring your message back to your fans.”

“Good, that’s what I want. This oughta be easy.”

“Pierce briefed me on your meeting and there’s a significant amount of evidence against you. To free you the jury will need to know an alibi.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Even though it could save you.”

“If you put me on that stand, I’m gonna be forced to lie.”

“Okay Miss Barton if we can’t hear an alibi then you should expect a plea bargain.” Seve walks over to the table they’re sitting at as if he owns the place.

“And admit to something I didn’t do?”

“With a plea bargain you’d be out in a couple of years. That sounds reasonable, right?” Peggy sounds annoyed at Natasha as she speaks.

“Reasonable to do time for my husband's killer? Hmm, not really.”

“She’s tough.” Valkyrie whispers to you before also approaching Natasha. “Yo, sister.”

“Yo, not related. You know I need a legal team that knows I’m innocent. Get out of here, all of you. Guard!” Everyone leaves but you wait with your back to her hearing her muffled sobs. You make a split second decision to try something.

“Who, who is the girl with loyal friends and true?” You snap twice.

“Who, who?” She snaps twice back at you.

“Who, who has a bond as strong as crazy glue?” You turn around and face her and she hesitantly turns to you too.

“Who, who?”

“Who can sound the call and sisters all come through?”

“Who, who? Delta Nu Nu Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. You are a Delta Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. You are a Delta Nu.” As you both speak together you do the hand signals to the Delta Nu song and speed up as you get closer to the end of the song.

“Delta Nu’s former UCLA president Y/n Y/l/N. I knew I recognized your mugshot.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh yeah. Your DVDs got me in shape to be June in the girls of UCLA calendar.”

“That is so great. Thank God somebody on this legal team gets me.”

“Sisterhood’s forever.” You hold out your pinky and she takes it to do the Delta Nu shake. “I believe you Natasha and I will fight with everything I have to clear your name. But that involves an alibi.”

“I can’t tell it.”

“Everyone has their secrets. For years I denied my highlights.” You bend your head down and she looks to see said highlights.

“It’s beyond highlights, Y/n it’s a disgrace. My secret is nuclear and if it gets out, I could lose my fitness empire. Which means everything to me. If I tell you, will you Delta Nu sister swear not to tell anybody?”

“I will double Delta Nu sister swear.”

“Your hardcore. Okay here it is.” She hooks your elbows together. “On the day that my husband was killed I had…” She then says something so low that you can’t hear it.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Liposuction! Minimally invasive , outpatient lipo, but lipo!” You gasp and cover your mouth in shock. A guard comes over to get Natasha to take her back to her cell. “I had to do it serious cottage cheese was showing up on my ass.” The guard grabs onto her and starts to pull her away. 

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“My followers are depending on me, I cannot let them down. You have to take care of me Y/n, you swore.”

“Y/n there you are.” Bucky’s voice rings out and you turn to face him and everyone else.

“Where’s Natasha?” Pierce asks and you can’t help but wonder when he showed up.

“The guard just took her back.”

“Great.”

“But I got the alibi.”

“You’re kidding?” Pierce sounds shocked as if he expected you not to be able to do anything. “So what is it?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I double Delta Nu sister swore not to.”

“Y/n this is not some little sorority thing.” Peggy steps in front of you.

“Oh I know it’s a big sorority thing. But don’t worry Natasha really had nothing to do with this.” Everyone circles around you looking annoyed that you won’t tell the alibi. Except for Bucky who just looks confused. “Think about it, Natasha’s a fitness queen, exercise gives you endorphins, and endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t kill.”

“Bucky, a word.” They both step away from the group.

“Y/n, are you serious? If you don’t give up the alibi we will all lose this case.”

“Then I guess we aren’t very good lawyers.” Peggy then groans in annoyance at you and walks away.

“Would you stop being a Marilyn? Look Boobear, Y/n.” Steve takes the hands that were skimming down your arms off and clears his throat looking over at Peggy. “Look Pierce wants that alibi, give it to him and you can sail through law school knowing that there’s a big fat job offer waiting for you when you get out.”

“But I gave Natasha my word.” You’re getting real tired of being ganged up on.

“So what, who cares?”

“Who cares?!” You huff and turn to look at Bucky and catch the last part of their conversation.

“Bucky, let me be clear. This is your chance, and I gave you simple instructions. Lead this legal team and get me an alibi. You’re zero for two.” He begins to walk out of the room. “Everyone field trips over. Let’s go. Back to work.” Everyone passes him but he stands in the way of the two of you. “Except you two. I’d rather not see ratty corduroy or legally blonde again today.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes au #legally blonde au #legally blonde #steve rogers #wanda maximoff

[helpinghanikan]

Generation Gap

Avengers (and Matt Murdock) x reader

Sum: Everyone is of legal age

Steve Rogers:  

           Your situation was a difficult one; on one hand you were just a junior member of the Avenger’s legal defense (half step higher than an intern), and your clearance shouldn’t be more than the first floor and no deeper than the offices. On the other hand, you were the partner to one of the OG Avengers, a class that had no restrictions.

           This was why you couldn’t really get mad at security when they would direct you towards the intern spaces. Nor could you yell at them when they’d refuse you entry to where your man had agreed to meet.

           This also spread rumors throughout the office about your “relationship”. How else could someone your age get this far if you weren’t getting bruised knees from it? Very few would believe that it was your skills and work ethic that took you ahead of the pack. If it were high school you would be eating lunch in the bathroom stall instead of your office desk.

         Tony Stark:

         The word “cradle robber” was thrown around in magazines and gossip sites. Along side were things like “gold digger”, “silver fox” and even “pedophile”. A statement that was swiftly met with legal action.

           It might have been better if you had just come out about your relationship. Speculation of the relationship started when some young woman started hanging around Stark business without reason. The same reaction started when Peter became an “intern”, but they didn’t have a leaked photo of a rooftop kiss.

           “We should take this as a challenge,” You had said one evening. Another scandalous claim of your rise from broke waitress to the most successful sugar baby in North America. “All this crap, you know?”

           “I don’t like challenges unless I get a big prize at the end.” Tony’s voice comes from somewhere under his desk. From your angle all you can see is the jean legs and white socks sticking out from under the metal.

           “My happiness would be a big prize,” You say. “New bracelet would be a big prize.”

 Thor:

         It’s both a blessing and curse that Thor cared almost nothing about Midgard gossip.

           On one hand, while you tried to teach him about computers, he’d never look anywhere but you. This huge man who looked to be over ten years your senior sitting at your desk, slowly typing and doing his best. Over his shoulder and there were your co-workers, pretending not to be watching him. Pretending not to whisper to each other.  

           First job a few months right out of college and you already had a new name.

           “The newer model,” that was fine.

           Or it was the “dumber version,” that one, yeah, that one hurt.

           You were no Jane Foster, in truth, you would never be able to compete with her. These comments never went farther than your office. Whether it was that your co-workers didn’t bother to try or magazines didn’t care about what some office monkey’s had to say.

           You’d rant and rave to your man, but he never seemed bothered.

         Bucky Barnes:

         It was Bucky’s choice to stay more on the down low, outright refusing anything even mildly promotional. He was as he was before the Avengers, a rumor.

           Because of this it was up to you whether anyone knew about the relationship.

      ��    Nobody seemed to believe you about it: Family believing it was just to get them off your back (partly yes), friends just finding it an impossible idea that you’d even meet someone like Bucky.

           Not wanting to ruin his privacy you never pushed the matter on those you knew. Even if your teeth would grind when they’d claim your pictures were photoshopped.

         Natasha Romanoff:

           Everyone at your college knew what Nat was the moment her car rolled up.

           A rare, and elusive, sugar mama.

           Although you were months into the relationship it was only then that you mentioned it to her. Natasha was a great liar, if she wanted you’d never know a true thing from her. But when you bring this up, with a little laugh, she immediately avoids eye contact. Her lips sucking in a tiny smile at the not-accusation.

           It never occurred to you just how much income Nat actually had. From returned bounties to hush agreements, she had enough to never even look a price tag. Not that she ever gave an impression of caring about designer and overly expensive things, the most were some name brand make up and dresses hardly worn.

           The rest went to you, without you ever really knowing. Although Nat wouldn’t lie about important things, there was never any truth to the prices of things. That shirt that just so happens to be your perfect size and favorite color? That was a friend’s who had left it and wouldn’t want it back. That restaurant where you had to wear a “borrowed” dress she’d never ask to give back? Nat had a coupon. Those earrings she hands you after getting in the car? She found them in the bottom of her purse, weren’t her style, and still in their little box but the price tag mysteriously gone.

           Some wanted power over others to see the fear in their eyes. Nat wanted power over the joy in your eyes, to be able to say, “they’re just going to be thrown away” and see the awe you’re trying to hide while running your thumb over the jewels.

           In the end she got a feeling of purpose and you got bed sheets that’d make angels cry.

         Bruce Banner:

           “Tell your daughter to slow on the caffeine.” The barista says.

           Admittedly, you were drinking it a little fast. The few shots of expresso to make up for the long night both had with paperwork. The expensive drink threatened to spew right from your nose. Instead you coughed and coughed, trying to hide the laugh that’d cause Bruce to make that face.

           It was too late for that. Bruce turned from the counter and walked quickly to the small corner table you had claimed. He had that face, the one where he was upset but still found it a little funny, but not wanting to admit it out loud.

           “Stop it,” he says, taking a drink as though that’d stop your giggles.

           “Yes, Dad,” You say.

           “Please, don’t.”

           “Yes, Daddy?”

           “We should see other people.”

           T’Challa:

         You weren’t the first to be called into HR. Not the first to be called in because of an “inappropriate relationship”. And certainly not the first cute little (former) intern whose had relations with a foreign dignitary.  

           HR lady was not messing around with this. Waiting for you to take a seat before instructing you to shut the door. A power move that you allowed her to have.

           “So, I don’t-I’m not big on office gossip,” She starts, hands in a prayer position. “but there has been talk about your relationship with the dignitaries from Wakanda.”

           There it was, you were specifically assigned to the dignitaries as a small spy. None of your higher ups ever mentioned that the young woman in the corner knew everything they were saying, you weren’t that good of a spy, it would seem. More than once accidently making eye contact with the guards and even T’challa himself. That was what led to your situation now.

           “I understand, you’re new, you wanna see the world and he’s, yeah, he’s something interesting. But don’t you think you’re taking your little crush a little too far?” She says this as if your age gap isn’t anymore than five years.

           “Well, out of context I understand, how you see it that way.” You had to bite your tongue to keep from adding ‘but he started it’.

           Work in foreign affairs had taught you how to say “you don’t know shit” in polite talk.

           “So, what can we do about this?” She asks. This woman might have been a kindergarten teacher in a past life. Talking in that way where she already had an answer but wanted to watch her victim struggle.

           You’re back in middle school. Just shrugging your shoulders in the hopes that this conversation with an authority figure would hurry up.

           “This is your first warning,” she says, still ‘seeing things in the wrong context’. “If your little crush goes any farther, attention going to be taken.”

           You were too valuable to cut right away. Calling you in for the second warning a week later.

           Pietro Maximoff:

           His long legs took up the entirety of your backseat. Back against the old seat, legs stretching towards the ceiling, feet almost flat. This was only done because you had yelled at him more than once about feet on the windows.

           This was your tradition for the last semester of your Senior year. Bell rings and there stands Pietro at the gate. Relationship the result of a state-wide school meet with Avengers, and a friend’s dare to plant a kiss on Pietro’s cheek during the picture. That picture was still framed in in both your rooms.

           You can still remember her eyebrow shooting up to her hair-line when Pietro had led you into the kitchen. You probably should have worn something more grown up; walking in there with your tennis-shoes and backpack on one shoulder.

           In the end Wanda was the only one that seemed to approve of your relationship, who was she to judge anyway? Her partner was a robot younger than you. The rest though;

           “Are you in class with Peter?” Steve asks. The nicer of the questions coming your way.  

         Peter Parker:

         May’s interrogation happened the moment the door opened. Looking up and down at the woman here to pick up her nephew. Inviting you inside, sitting you on the couch and starting the questions. Whether Peter even knew you were there or not was up in the air.

           You were a senior, a dumb senior. One that needed a freshman to help you with math, one that you got made fun of for it and for the crush on said freshman. Also, one that stopped caring when Peter would give you that look. The one he didn’t think you see, the one he makes when you’re staring down to the math problem or looking towards something away form him.

           Now he looks from the crack of his door. Opened just enough that one eye looks into the room. You can see him trying to decide; Stay in room and hope Aunt May doesn’t kick you out or swing open the open, grab your hand and make a great escape.

           He didn’t really get a choice in the matter. After being asked about your age, your grade, how long you’ve had your license and your “intentions” with Peter. You tilted so Peter would see your entire face. Getting your look of “help me” and finally opening the door.

           The plan didn’t work as you thought it would. Peter being dragged into the interrogation right along side you. Aunt May turning your date twenty minutes late with advice about relationships, responsibility and even a touch of protection. That she didn’t pull out a power point and a ruler was a miracle.

         Stephen Strange:

           You met Dr. Handsome back when he was just handsome intern. Little baby surgeons making rounds through a learning hospital, one of their stops was your room.

           It was doubtful that he remembers the first time you met. Barely in your freshman year and here comes in a crowd of men and women. Looking you over like an art piece, or an animal in a zoo, whichever sounds better. Laying back in your bed; leg in a sling and a story of jumping down the stairs you were sure to exaggerate later.

           You were too young for there to be even a chance at a relationship. That didn’t stop you from referring to him as the “Dr. Handsome,” while high from painkillers. Mortification after hearing Stephen being mocked for it kept you from talking to him again during his visit.

           Fast forward a few years and you’re back in a hospital. The designated biker chick showing up randomly to serve court papers. It became an art to avoid any questions from the nurse or people you pass, “visiting a sick Nan”, “My boyfriend got hurt, he’s in this wing”, “What do you mean I need a visitor’s pass?”

           Dr. Handsome was in one of those wings. The recognition verified after you blurt out, “Dr. Handsome, haven’t seen you in a while.”

         Matt Murdock:

         Foggy’s face when you pecked Matt’s lips on the way out was something else.

           Foggy knew you longer than Matt had, your parents were friends. He used to watch you when you were little, you would borrow money from him and promise to pay him back. You never did.

           So, in the end, it was his fault you even met Matt.

           Karen didn’t really care. Compared to his past relationships and his nightlife, a sweet little girl who just had her first drink would be something good for him. She was also your unofficial boss as the office manager. A few ignorant individuals referred to you as “the secretary’s secretary”, you couldn’t choreography how fast all four of you would correct them.  

           The several weeks you’ve been the new secretary it never occurred to you that the relationship even was a secret from Foggy. You’d arrive at different times but usually leave together. When you didn’t leave together you’d kiss him goodbye or he’d plant softly on your cheek. It just seemed that Foggy was never looking at you when this happened.

                                                   -------------------

Carol Danvers:

           It’s easier to forget about the gap between you when it’s not always present.

           It only sometimes leaking out when handed an iPhone or asked to look something up. Her eyebrows squinting together, staring at the screen like it may jump out at her. Looking at the silly cat onscreen, looking back up at you.

           “Whose cat is that?” She asks, looking back down at it.

           No matter how many times you explain to her that it’s not your cat, nor anyone you know’s cat, she will ask you again.

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[themusicplayedherlife]

Take a Chance (Part 7)

pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Steve’s Parents, Your Mother, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sharon Carter (briefly) word count: 2,025 warnings: none? a/n: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse

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Have you ever pretended to faint? Just decided that fainting was the only possible solution to get out of an upsetting and awkward situation? No? Well, now you have.

It probably wasn't one of your best ideas. What if Steve hadn't caught you? You most definitely would be feeling that fall for days. And your baby? Oh god, you don't even want to think about what would've happened!

“Oh my! Is she okay?” you hear Sarah fretting, the genuine worry almost makes you want to stand up and yell, “surprise!” just so she wouldn’t worry anymore. “Should we call an ambulance?”

Steve is cradling you against his chest, the two of you on the floor. Not a very comfortable position but you have to suck it up, at least until they leave and you won't have to hear any more talk about marriage.

“I--I don't know!” Steve’s hand cups your cheek gently, patting it softly as if that would wake you up. Obviously it wouldn't.

“What have I done?” Steve’s dad cries, the sound of feet pacing the floor following his words. “Was I too harsh?” Your eye twitches.

Was he too harsh!? “Were--were you too harsh?” Steve mimics your thoughts and a sort of giddiness overcomes you. Baby daddy is so in sync with you! Look at him! So proud of him! “You're giving us an ultimatum, dad! Of course you were too harsh!”

Before a fight could escalate, Sarah interjects strongly, “Maybe we should take (Y/N) to her room, huh? Do you have any alcohol?” 

Your mother sighs, “She’ll be fine.” 

Oh. She knows you're faking. Or else mother hen would be all over you. Might have even fought Steve off just to be the one holding you.

“Are you sure!? What if she doesn't wake up and--”

“She’ll be fine,” she repeats firmly. “But taking her to her room is for the best.” 

You feel Steve shift, an arm hooking under your knees and the other stabilizing your upper torso. You almost give away that you didn't faint by wrapping your arms around Steve in panic, having not expected him to be able to carry you so easily. Man has some strength!

“Oh, oh! Careful, Steve!”

You hear Wanda and Natasha snicker, most likely murmuring jokes about your current position. They knew you were faking too, or else they would have agreed with Sarah to call the ambulance.

Your friends and family know you too well.

You feel Steve shift again, and soon you're being lowered onto the familiar comfort of your bed.

“Are you sure we shouldn't be worried?”

“I promise you she's fine, Sarah. C’mon, let's give her some time to rest. Wanda, Natasha, why don't you girls stay and watch over (Y/N)?” 

“I’ll stay too.” 

“It's okay, Steve. She's in good hands, don't worry.”

It's quiet and you assume Steve is thinking about it. After a few more seconds, he sighs and relents. You hear them leave your bedroom and the door click shut.

“You can stop pretending now. They're gone.”

“God, you're so dramatic,” Natasha snorts.

You open your eyes and slowly sit up, smiling sheepishly when you're met with the amused smiles of your friends. Natasha has her arms crossed over her chest and a leg propped out, shaking her head slowly. Wanda takes a seat at the foot of your bed, her right hand propped on the bed as she leans forward.

“You really gave them a scare,” Wanda tries to reprimand you but it's half-assed and not at all concerned. 

“I didn't know what else to do,” you groan, laying back down on your bed. “He's the Joseph Rogers!” 

“And why is that important?” Wanda asks, curiosity laced in her words.

“Because,” Natasha starts, “he’s the founder and current CEO of Freedom Media, one of the biggest digital networks to exist.”

“I still don't understand. What does that have to do with you guys?” Wanda asks, eyes moving from Natasha to you, and back. You don't blame her, she’s never needed to know how your blog runs or the business behind it. She only knows the basic and what she sees you and Natasha do, but that is it.

“Freedom Media partners up with a lot of creators, like us, giving them the support they need to continue running their blog as long as they have a share in their creative endeavor. They usually don't have a huge say in the things we post or do, but they do play mediator between the creators and sponsors. Especially when it's mutually beneficial.

“And they don't just partner up with bloggers or YouTubers, or anything of the like, they also create themselves. They’re basically up to par with Disney and Dreamworks when it comes to animation. Been producing a lot of good shows and movies as of late, too.” 

“So if you don't get married to Steve, you basically lose all of the support you've had from them and the connections you've made through them?” Wanda questions you after processing Natasha’s information, tilting her head to the side. 

“Not exactly,” Natasha answers nonchalantly for you, making your eyes snap in her direction. “We’ve put in a lot of hard work in that blog and gained a lot of love and support in return that I know for a fact that we don't need them. I think the only thing we would have to worry about is terminating our contract with them.” While she's right, she's making it sound easier than it truly is. Getting out of a contact with Freedom Media is like accepting social suicide. Sponsors won't be as interested without the backing of such a huge network, no matter how big your brand is. You would most likely struggle to get sponsors to trust in the blog rather than those who once helped you run it, but it could happen… Eventually. You have enough resources and connections to help you out of the awaiting funk the blog will most likely fall in if you choose to go against Steve’s dad. Then there's also the legal battle that will ensue if you terminate your contract with them, a contract that still has three years left. “But I can't say the same for Steve.” 

Your eyebrows furrow and you're back to sitting up, eyes never leaving Natasha.

“What do you mean?” Wanda voices your question, curiosity lacing her words. 

She plops down on your bed, making you and Wanda lean closer to her. “Okay, so after we found out who Steve was, I did a little research on him. His company is majorly funded by Howard Stark and Joseph Rogers. Which I found strange.” 

How is that strange? “Why? They're their dads, they're obviously going to care about their son’s business.”

“Not when they don't get along. Howard and Tony are rumored to be at each other's throat all the time and there's a lot of speculation that the only reason Howard even invested in Avengers Tech is because Joseph did. Which isn’t really speculation anymore since he basically confirmed it earlier.”

“So if they both pull out…”

“They lose a lot of funding and support. And while they might be making a name for themselves, it isn't enough. Not for a tech company with their ambitions.”

Oh god. And here you were, more worried about yourself and your job that you didn't even realize what Steve would be going through.

“Is it that bad of an idea to marry Steve?” Wanda winces when you glare at her. “I'm just saying. You did say he was a decent guy.”

“You know how I feel about marriage,” you cringe as you say the word. “Decent or not, I do not want to marry him.” And it might be harsh to say after learning what you did about his company, but you weren't about to go against your own feelings because of that. “We can co-parent without a piece of paper binding us together.” 

Wanda and Natasha share a glance before returning their gazes back to you.

“So you're okay with your baby daddy being in deep shit?” Natasha gaze turns hard and critical, a perfectly groomed eyebrow arched in your direction as she waits for your answer. “Okay with the fact that he might not be able to financially support your child in the future?”

You duck your head, “No…”

"Then talk to him,” she says. “This isn't just about you anymore,” her eyes flick to your stomach. And you know she's right. It hasn't been just about you for a while now.

“Plus,” Wanda starts, “he is pretty hot. I wouldn't mind waking up next to that every morning.”

The next morning, after ignoring countless worried texts from Steve, Natasha picks you up after you call her. It isn't that you want to ignore Steve, in fact, you really want to talk to him. You need to hear his opinion on this messed up situation you're in, after all. It's just that you don't know how to respond to his worried texts. A simple: “it's okay” doesn't seem like it’ll be enough and a detailed response seems like too much. And you are obviously not going to tell him that you didn't actually faint. Best keep that to yourself. Forever.

But after speaking to your mother and sister last night (which was really just a lengthy scolding from your mother), they encouraged you to go over to his place and talk to him in person, promising you that they’ll support you in whatever you choose. Though, your mom did drop a lot of hints about having taken a liking to Steve, even if she thinks his dad is a douche.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Natasha asks you after you tell her to make a turn.

“Weren't you the one that told me I should talk to him?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn't think you'd talk to him this soon. I thought you'd maybe talk to him after a couple of days or something.”

“The clock is ticking,” you mumble, keeping an eye out for a parking space. Steve’s apartment building is just up ahead, looming over the wide open street. “There's a space right there.”

Natasha starts parking the car when you notice Steve stepping out of the building. You’re about to shout a greeting as he holds the door open, most likely for one of the tenants, but then a beautiful, tall blonde steps out of the building, stopping right in front of Steve. An image pops up in your mind: the picture on Steve’s phone from that night, the maybe Sharon. You immediately shut your mouth and slump into your seat, hoping to slide down and not be noticed by either of them.

Why is she here?

Noticing your sudden change of mood, Natasha turns to you after turning off her car. “What? What's--” she doesn't finish her question, her eyes moving to the entrance of the building and immediately spotting your baby daddy and his ex or lover or whatever she is. “Who is that?”

You both watch as they speak a little more, Steve smiling brightly and genuinely, and you realize that you have never seen him smile like that. Granted, you haven't known him for that long but still. He's the father of your baby! Shouldn't you know every side of him? Seen every side of him? “Sharon.”

“Oh, hell no,” you hear the click of her seatbelt as she speaks, her voice lowering dangerously. You turn to her, panicking slightly.

“Nat, what are you doing?” She doesn't answer you; instead, she just opens her door and starts striding towards the couple. “Tasha! Nat! Natasha!” you call her name repeatedly as you try to clumsily unhook yourself from your own seatbelt. When you're finally loose and stepping out of the car, Natasha is rounding the hood of her car. “Nat, wait! Wait! At least wait until she's gone!”

As soon as you say that, Sharon starts leaning into Steve, her head slowly tilting to the side as if she were about to kiss him. Was she? Is she?

“Oh, hell no.”

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