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Baby Chapter 4

I hope y’all enjoy this next part of Baby! I enjoyed writing it! More drama in this chapter, with Reader interacting with Peter and Steve :) Taglist is open, send in an ask to join. Tags in reblog. Thank you for reading :) Repost because it didn’t show on tags.

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Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: Drinking and swearing Word Count: 3.7k

By the time Peter got here, you were bouncing your leg in nervousness. You’d already searched up and down in this place, and you wondered if she went somewhere else. You knew she had too much to drink as well, but so did you.

“Natasha!” You yelled out into the crowd, when you saw some people staring at you oddly, and others ignoring you, you called her name again, pushing through the crowd. No one was responding. You frowned and turned to leave, seeing Peter was standing outside awkwardly.

“Peter, what are you doing out here?” You huffed out, zipping up your jacket from the cold air pushing onto you now. He was wearing his matching bunnies pajama set, and slippers and you lifted your eyebrows in surprise when you saw he was wearing a beanie as well.

“Didn’t bring my ID with me, and uh… they think I’m underage.” He explained, cheeks blushing from the cold wind and in embarrassment. You bit your lip to stop your smile from peeking through before you remembered that you two needed to go look for her. You glanced over to the bouncer, seeing the rude stare that he was giving Peter, and flipped him off, scoffing as he shook his head.

“Y/n… about today, I’m sorry. I get that you’re freaking out now with Natasha, but maybe we can talk after we find her?” Peter spoke up, after wrapping his arm around your back, pulling you away from the bouncer before you could start an argument or a fight. You sighed, stepping closer into him as you pointed out the bar, across the street.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t listen to me if I say anything stupid now, it doesn’t count.” You rambled back, still feeling a bit drunk. You probably wouldn’t have called him if you weren’t drunk, but you just needed help fast, and you knew you could count on him.

Peter giggled, shaking his head back to you, gazing as you stuck your tongue out back. “I remember when you shouted about pasta that one time, outside of Aunt May’s apartment.” He mumbled to you, glancing away as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I remember that, and you promised we’d never bring it up again!” You countered back, eyes widening back to the memory as it flashed through your head. Peter patted your back teasingly as you continued to bicker about promises and pasta, while also mentioning Natasha and where you thought she’d be.

Peter wasn’t as worried as you were since he wasn’t close to her. He didn’t know that much about Natasha, like you did, except for the fact that she is a scary assassin, who get’s crazy when drunk. He pouted at that part of evidence, yeah, he should be more worried.

“I like this. Us pretending now.” You whispered after a moment or so. Peter stopped walking, still holding onto you. His breath hitched as he gawked to you nervously, wondering what you were going to say.

He knew he was trying to fall out of love with you, but every time he’s with you, the love just rises in him. He can’t help feeling this way, even though he knows you don’t love him like he loves you. It was a terrible cycle, trying to get you out of his head but can’t get enough of being around you.

You smiled back up to him, wanting to forget the last few weeks or so, just for a bit. “Pretending we’re best friends again. I know it’s not… What I did to you is wrong. But I miss you, and I’m angry at you, and,” You cut yourself off with a loud laugh, looking away as you felt a bit dizzy.

“You just make me happy and I want you to be happy.” You finished up, stumbling over your words as you tried to focus down the street at a group of people. You were still trying to look for Natasha.

Peter coughed in surprise, squeezing his eyes shut as he thought about how could put up with feeling so in love with you, and you speaking to him in such a way. It made him falsely hope for a future with you, and he knew it wasn’t going to happen. That he should just move on now, but you were drumming at his heart strings now.

To try and lighten to situation slightly, Peter faked a laugh, “And I can’t call you baby?” It hurt so much when he opened his eyes to see you standing in front of him, so close, gazing up to him, and he still couldn’t reach out to you.

“Mm, I guess it could slide for now, I don’t know. You’re a bit cute in your jammies, so why not.” You answered, mumbling back and you reached up to snatch his beanie. He gasped and took a dramatic step back as you pulled it onto your head with a victory laugh.

“I’ll let you steal that for now too. You called me cute.” He retorted, before locking hands with you, tugging you down to the bar you were pointing at. You nodded along with him, unaware of the deep blush rushing onto his face and ears from your compliment.

“Ooh, you take initiative, I like that.” You commented, giggling as he tugged on your hand even more causing you to trip over your feet a few times. Peter grumbled under his breath, telling himself to stay chill and help you find Natasha and go back to the Compound.

“Remember that in bed too.” You mentioned, laughing even more as you felt his grip tighten. His blushing increased from your flirting and he had to remind himself that you were just like this when you were drunk. You rarely spoke about the time you were with him, but it always made his head go wobbly.

You shrugged his hand off as you spotted Natasha’s shiny shirt. “Nat! It’s me!” You shouted, laughing loudly in excitement and relief that you found her. Peter sighed to himself quietly, sticking back on the side of the street as you ran to her. He didn’t understand why you called him then, if she was only down the street. He shrugged though, trying to focus on something else other than your flirty advancements on him.

Natasha swirled around, “Hey! Where were you? Some asshole managed to take my bag when I was ordering something.” Her explanation made you scrunch your nose up, still muddled about how you two lost each other. She snickered, seeing your facial expression.

“Saw him run here and I chased after him, taught him a lesson and got a drink here. Thought you saw me and came as well.” She continued, nodding back to you as you “Oohed” back, understanding.

You walked closer to her, slightly glancing behind you to see Peter still standing a bit away. “Um, I called Peter here.” You whispered to her, and she tilted her head back to you before letting out a breath. You frowned, feeling a lecture coming.

“Y/n, are you crazy? You just told me how upset and angry you were earlier and now you brought him here? Do you have feelings for him? I swear – Y/n, we need to sit down and talk about this, but when we’re sober.” She blathered to you, clenching her fists up as she looked at him from behind your back. You nodded back to her dully.

By the time you got home, you felt awkward. Peter and Natasha chatted, for just a bit. They legit only said “Hi, how are you?” To each other and stopped after that. And when you spoke up, trying to get them into a conversation, it would fail and leave you groaning quietly. You fell back on your bed, the one in your own room, instead of Steve’s. You didn’t know what you’d say to him about taking his card either, but you just wanted to rest now.

You didn’t care to change or even take your shoes off when you fell onto the bed. You just felt a bit too exhausted, and you just needed to sleep off what you drank. The room was already dark, and you didn’t bother to get the blankets to cover yourself. Instead, you just fell asleep instantly.

You didn’t know that outside your room, Natasha pulled Peter aside to speak to him. Her arms were crossed, as she gazed back to him almost disappointed. The atmosphere was awkward, making Peter twitch uncomfortably, and play with his fingers, looking away. He knew that she was going to speak about what happened, but he didn’t really want to. It would just be weird.

“Why’d you answer the call if you weren’t speaking to her?” Natasha started off, eyes narrowing when Peter gulped in nervousness. He sat back down on one of the chairs outside of the elevator and brought his legs up on the chair to adjust comfortably.

He groaned silently before speaking up, “She’s my friend, just wanted to know she was okay.” Natasha’s eyebrows raised in a bored manner, knowing it was sort of a lie. It was much more than what he said, and he sighed, head tilting back on the chair cushion, as Natasha sat across from him.

She kept her gaze on him as she responded gently, “And how are you doing? You’re so obviously in love with her.” Peter pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to be here now, to be criticized and reminded of how he shouldn’t be in love with you anymore.

“I’m fine.” He replied, keeping it short with her, but professional. He knew he shouldn’t piss her off, especially now.

“Okay sure.” She paused, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “I don’t want to see you hurting her again. She’s had enough shit thrown at her, and she doesn’t need anymore.” Her words made Peter almost curl into himself, hearing her sharp tone.

She left afterwards and Peter slowly walked to his room, sighing to himself as he thought about everything again. He pushed his door open and sat onto his bed, glancing over to his nightstand, seeing the picture of you and him. It was a sweet photo from the time you two had gone on your first mission alone together.

He laughed quietly, recalling how you thought one of the pens was as laser beam, and pointed it at one of the targets that was trying to attack you. Everyone had paused when they saw you hold that pen up, so powerfully, that they glanced to each other while Peter walked closer to you, in confusion. It was one of those moments he’d always remember, and he used that mistake of yours and turned it into a technique during a few of his private missions.

In the morning, you barely rolled over in bed, feeling a headache pound. “Fuck…” You groaned out, clutching your head as you sat up. You glanced to the window, sniffling a bit groggily and narrowing your eyes at it. It was too bright out; you didn’t even know what time it was. You slowly dragged yourself out of bed, stumbling over the blinds and shutting them.

You were thankful that Tony let you and the rest of the team customize your own rooms. This one was your personal one, and it had lots of your photos hanging up across the walls, cluttered near your desk. Above your bed was a painting you started and never finished, but you plan onto soon. You just needed time to do it.

When you glanced to the clock besides the bed, your eyebrows shot up in surprise. It was past 12, and you usually got up a few hours before then. You had so much to do today… fuck. You rushed to the bathroom, stripping off the disgusting clothes from last night and turned the hot water on in the shower, sighing as you glanced into the mirror.

You didn’t wear much makeup last night, expect you could see the itty bits of eye makeup crawled under your eyes, and spread on random spots of your face. You picked up your face wash and makeup remover from your cabinet, before scrubbing your face with the products, trying to get it off as the water in the shower heated up. You were in a big rush this morning.

Once you got most of the makeup off, you brushed your teeth fast, springing into the shower at the same time. You gasped at the heat of the water, quickly turning it down as you finished brushing your teeth, and you placed your toothbrush on the side of the tub. You grabbed your conditioner, skipping your shampoo step to save time and combed it into your hair with your hands. You picked up the soap afterwards and quickly scrubbed down, groaning as you could feel the conditioner slide into your eyes.

After you got out of the shower, you wrapped the towel around you, sighing to yourself when you walked out of the bathroom, water dripping everywhere as you glanced back to the clock. 12:15 now, that was sort of good. But you should have been up hours before.

As you walked towards your desk, picking up your planner, your eyes met one of the photo’s hung up. It was you and Peter at the beach. That was one of the most fun beach days you’ve ever had, it was a long sweet day. You bit your lip at the thought of Peter, rethinking about what you told him last night. You knew you shouldn’t have, but it slipped out. You always did that type of shit, confessing things that shouldn’t be said, and acting so flirty. You scrunched your face up in annoyance at yourself.

Fuck, what about you taking Steve’s card?

He’s going to freak out. You don’t even know how much you charged it, but you were sure he got an alert on his phone at least. It was strange that his card wasn’t denied at all those places, as well. You thought the company would have at least out it on hold, while they called Steve to make sure he was using it. You didn’t really know.

You dressed quickly, shrugging on an extra jacket because it was cold today. You picked up your phone, turning it on to see if you got any messages. Nothing from Steve, you frowned in confusion. You hoped to talk to him after what you did, maybe get answers. You got one from Natasha, reading, “How are you feeling? Leaving in 10 minutes for Paris mission. Talk to you soon.” Your eyes widened when you saw it was hours ago. How was she able to get up that early after last night?

You saw one from Bucky and you frowned, knowing you messed up even more now. “Where are you? We have a meeting with the agent from the FBI. She’s supposed to give us the information today as long as you bring the flash drive with the evidence in the John Doe case.” You blew out a breath of air, seeing that was an hour ago.

You quickly texted him back, “Is she still here? On my way now.” It was so unprofessional to do, as you stuffed your feet in your slippers by the door and rushed down the hall, not caring your door was wide open.

Water dripped down you still as you ran past a few doors, going into the more public area. You could see the weird glances by coworkers you’ve never spoken to and the scoffs by others. You held onto the flash drive, that was next to your planner on the desk, tightly.

You heard your phone ding and you paused, getting onto the elevator, going down. It was from Bucky, reading, “You’re lucky I got her number. Taking her out for dinner tonight as an apology.” You sighed in relief, but still felt bad. But you also grinned a bit, seeing that Bucky had a date. He rarely went out for dates, but when he did, he wasn’t as closed off as he usually was.

You texted him back as the elevator dinged, “Good for you. Is she your type? I’ll give you the flash drive before you leave for the date.” You smiled even more as it sent, automatically seeing him type back, probably to deny it or something.

You were right, he sent back, “Shut up, it’s not a date. It’s a meeting.” You laughed a bit before going back to Natasha’s text to respond. You quickly texted her what was happening and asked when she’d be back. You weren’t that close to Bucky, but Natasha was, and she always loved teasing him about this kind of stuff.

You shoved your phone in your pocket as you heard someone clear their throat next to you. You glanced up, seeing it was Steve. Your eyes popped open and you instantly opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You didn’t know what to say to him. He was wearing his work out clothes, coming from the gym, the second time today.

“Y/n,” Steve paused, gazing down at you with an unreadable expression. You slowly nodded back to him, taking notice of his greeting.

“Uh, hey.” Your response was a bit meek, since you didn’t know what else to do. You awkwardly stood in the corner of the elevator as it went lower again. You couldn’t meet his eye contact, instead, your eyes were casting towards the buttons.

“How was the food last night?” His question made you inwardly cringe, and you coughed in surprise. You barely remembered what you even ate last night. You remembered everything else, but the food was something you had to think about. You probably shared with Natasha.

You blew out some air before responding, “Yeah, pretty good.” You needed to apologize. But how? When? You had no idea, and you were quick to glance up to Steve as you heard him chuckle. You frowned, seeing him act so happy, knowing that you used his credit card.

Steve stopped laughing and he sighed, “It’s just pretty good? You blew $800 last night.” He didn’t believe it either when he saw all the notifications on his phone, until he tried looking for his card, seeing it wasn’t there. When he looked up all the purchases and checked to see if you were here or not, he knew it was you spending it.

“Steve, oh my god!” You gasped aloud. That much money… you couldn’t believe it. You immediately felt guilt surge up in you as he nodded quietly back to you. You quickly continued after your exclamation, “I’m so fucking sorry,” You paused again, hearing the elevator beep.

The door opened and a few people poured in and Steve tilted his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and waited. You bit your lip, watching as the elevator now went back up, a few people getting on and off for a few minutes. You didn’t want to say anything in front of them, knowing it would be wrong to bring something like that up in front of people.

When you cleared your throat, Steve opened his eyes again. No one was in the elevator now, and you glanced up to the clock on the elevator, noticing most people had already left for lunch now. You turned to face him now, and stepped forward, face burning in guilt and regret.

“What happened last night, I’ll pay you back. That was immature of me, I’m sorry.” You apologized again, stumbling over your words but expressing them with deep remorse. Sure, it probably wasn’t that much to him, compared to how much he has in his bank account, but it still wasn’t great to do. It was a lot of money in your opinion.

Steve’s gaze on you was steady, wanting to give you a hug, but he was angry. He wanted to understand what your reasoning was to do that, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but want to just demand it out of you. He knew he wouldn’t though, that was too harsh. And seeing you, with clothes that were beginning to dampen even more with the water hanging off you, fuck.

He was horny. Angry and horny wasn’t a good combination for Steve. The last time he was angry and horny, he ended up shouting into his pillow, punching it, and masturbating to a picture of you. It was a bit pathetic to Steve, but the feeling faded once you glanced up to make eye contact with him.

“Stevie?” You whispered, seeing him step forward. His facial expression showed his rage, but there was more that you couldn’t recognize. He took another step closer to you, and you could almost feel his breath on your skin, as he gazed down at you, hand cupping your cheek causing you to gasp.

“I want to kiss you.” He confessed, murmuring down to you. “Can I kiss you?” He questioned softly, but with a firm tone. Your mouth dropped open in disbelief before you answered him by leaning up and meeting his lips slowly.

You pulled away after a moment, glancing at his eyes before he pushed closer to you, leaning in to kiss you harder and faster. You grunted a bit, feeling his teeth bite down onto your lip and you closed your eyes, hands wrapping around his torso. “Fuck,” Steve mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, tongue swirling up into your mouth.

You shoved him away when you heard the elevator beep open again. The two of you stared at each other, breathing heavily as a random worker walked in, quickly pressing onto the button for his floor. Steve cleared his throat, breath still heavy, “Meet me in my room with my card in five minutes.” You quickly agreed, nodding back to him, not caring another person was here.

Steve walked out the elevator the next moment, and you leaned against the wall, groaning quietly to yourself and pressed your hands up to your face. Fuck, that was one of the best kisses you’ve ever had with him. You wanted more, even though the two of you still needed to talk about things.

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