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ambrossart · 3 years

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PAPER MEN

— CHAPTER 16

SUMMARY: All Evelyn Tozier wanted to do was make Derry High School a safer place for her kid brother. Well, somewhere between kissing Patrick Hockstetter and telling the principal to go f*** himself, things got a little off track. Now she’s stuck in the middle of a bizarre love triangle with two of Derry’s most troubled teens while her little brother and his friends hunt down a creepy, child-eating circus clown. This year, summer can’t come fast enough. PAIRINGS: Henry Bowers x Tozier!Sister; Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier!Sister WARNINGS: violence, profanity, sexual content, bullying, sexual assault, physical abuse, emotional abuse, all kinds of abuse, trauma, mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, child death, angst, lots of angst, recreational drug use, underage drinking, underage sex, love triangles, toxic relationships, slow burn, slow build

WORD COUNT: 3,465

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For the first time in her life, Evelyn Tozier considered skipping school.

It would be so easy, she thought as she lay underneath her floral quilt. It was a quarter... no... seventeen past seven now, according to the alarm clock on her nightstand. It had started burring some time ago, but Evelyn made no attempt to silence it. She didn't have the strength.

Dad, I just don't feel well today. I think I should stay home and rest.

Her father wouldn't ask any questions, not like he would with Richie, who was known to fake (and quite convincingly) a bellyache from time to time. Evelyn was a good kid who never played hooky.

All right, sweetie, you head back to bed. I'll call the school before I leave, and he would send her off with a tender kiss on her forehead. Feel better, okay?

Evelyn turned onto her back and sighed. I should do it, shouldn't I? I don't think I could stand to see him right now, not after what he... She touched her fingertips to her neck, tracing over the purpling bruise that Patrick had made. It hurts. Is it supposed to hurt so much? No, I don't think so. Otherwise, why would any girl ever want one? (She thought of Desiree for a moment, of that lustful smile she wore as her boyfriend kissed her neck.) No, I bet Patrick did it on purpose. He made sure it would hurt so that I wouldn't easily forget, and now I don't think I ever will, not for as long as I live. From now on, I need to be more careful.

And she had to go to school. Yeah, there was no avoiding that.

So pick yourself up and dust yourself off, kid. You've got another busy day ahead of you.

She reached out and smacked the top of her alarm clock.

"Richie, get up! You're gonna be late for school!"

Then Evelyn got up herself and started getting ready.

Homecoming was right around the corner. After weeks of procrastinating, the senior class finally voted on the fashion themes for spirit week. Unsurprisingly, they recycled the same ideas from last year: Pajama Day, Wacky Hair Day, Twin Day, School Pride Day. Mondays were always the "decade" days. This year, the students of Derry High would be paying homage to the sixties, which according to Wentworth Tozier, was the best decade for fashion. Bright, swirling colors. Floral print. Geometric patterns. Mod. Bohemian. Biker. Beatnik. Evelyn didn't understand any of it ("What's a Twiggy?" she'd asked her parents over dinner), but she was excited to participate. Mrs. Criss kept a lot of her old clothes and was generous enough to let Evelyn borrow an outfit... as long as she agreed to stay for lunch: "I'm making a quiche!"

"Anyway, I'm heading over on Sunday," Evelyn told Hannah-Beth as they walked side by side through the hallway. Evelyn's steps were slower today, heavier, as if she was still half asleep. She was having a hard time matching her friend's pace. "You're more than welcome to tag along."

"Thanks," Hannah-Beth said, "but I already have an outfit. My mom took me thrift store shopping last weekend. I'm going full 'flower child.' That's sixties, right? Or is that from the seventies?"

"I honestly couldn't tell ya." Evelyn sidestepped to avoid an oncoming eighth-grader. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, though. On Monday, I expect most people will be doing some variation of the hippie look."

It was the first thing that came to Evelyn's mind, too.

She hooked her arm around her friend's neck and smiled (but it wasn't her usual smile, Hannah-Beth noted with a puzzled frown; this one didn't quite reach her eyes). "Trust me, Hannah, you'll look fantastic no matter what you wear."

They cut through the freshman locker area, where Destiny Davis was pinning her daily announcement to the bulletin board while the rest of her cabinet handed out pink flyers to everyone who passed.

"Support the cause!"

"Don't forget to sign the prom petition!"

"Come on, guys, let's stick it to the seniors!"

So far, Destiny had managed to collect thirty-five signatures. A solid start for sure, but Evelyn heard a very troubling rumor on the bus this morning. Allegedly, Destiny was bribing boys, who otherwise wouldn't give a crap about prom, with dates in exchange for their support. In other words, Destiny was pimping out her fellow students for political favors. Evelyn cringed at the thought.

"I can see the headline now: Freshman Forms Prom Prostitution Ring!" And she had to admit, it had a certain ring to it. "Ugh, the school paper will eat that up with a spoon! Andthe student council really can't afford another high-profile scandal right now..."

"Her heart's in the right place, though," Hannah-Beth said as they watched another shady backdoor deal take place right in front of them. Sierra Peterson shook Malcolm Macinty's hand, a firm double-pump, and then handed him the clipboard.

Evelyn couldn't bear to watch anymore. She pivoted on her heel and picked up her pace. "Yeah, but that's not the point. It's setting a very dangerous precedent, Hannah. And my name's attached to this proposal, remember. I can't have people thinking I support this kind of behavior. It'll ruin my good reputation."

And a reputation is all a woman has, Mrs. Dursey used to say. Evelyn groaned quietly, pulling her books close to her chest. "I'll talk to her tomorrow, nip this whole thing in the bud before it gets out of control. I'd do it now, but..." She shook her head and muttered, "I'm just not in the mood."

That made Hannah-Beth frown. "Everything okay? You sound kinda tired."

Drained, to be more accurate, and her face looked so pale against her red turtleneck, the one she kept fiddling with whenever she thought nobody was watching. Hannah-Beth tried not to stare (She's probably just cold), but she had to admit, she was starting to get concerned. I hope Denny didn't get her sick. Evelyn hates missing school.

"Hmm?" Evelyn said, blinking at her. "Oh... yeah... sure... everything's fine."

As they went to make the turn into the sophomore locker area, something unusual happened. A sophomore named Sarah Tolleson came out from around the corner and said over her shoulder, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you, Tozier. It's bad news."

It was unusual because, in the three years they'd been locker neighbors, Sarah Tolleson had only ever uttered one of three words to Evelyn Tozier: Hi, Bye, or 'Kay.

Evelyn had to do a double-take. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Did someone vandalize her locker again? Martin Davers had last year, after Evelyn caught him and his friends drinking beer in the school parking lot and reported them all to the principal. Later that night, Martin snuck back into the building and spray-painted a particularly crude and offensive word on her locker door. Evelyn didn't care. She was more upset that they were making more work for the janitor, Mr. Marsh. While he repainted her locker (a much lighter shade of green; the school had run out of the original color), Evelyn said to him, "I feel like you're always stuck cleaning up after me. I'm really sorry."

Mr. Marsh told her not to worry about it, said it was his job to clean up children's messes. Then he called Evelyn a good kid... or had he said girl? Evelyn couldn't remember.

But, thankfully, nobody had vandalized her locker this time around.

"It's Hockstetter," Sarah said. "He's sitting in front of your locker like a total weirdo. I asked him to move outta the way, and he was a real asshole about it, like a major asshole. Anyway, he asked me if I'd seen you, and I said I hadn't, so..." She carried on with a shrug. "Just giving you a head's up, Tozier. Watch out, guy's got your number."

Evelyn felt her stomach flip twice, end over end. Overhead, the first warning bell rang. The sound made her jump.

Then Hannah-Beth was behind her, saying, "I thought Patrick was done bothering you."

"Right." Evelyn had said that, but only because she didn't want her friend to worry about it anymore. It seemed so insignificant at the time. Patrick was just some pest back then, annoying but ultimately harmless. She thought he would go away if she ignored him, but... Now, Evelyn was tugging at the collar of her turtleneck again, pulling it up as high as it could go, wishing she could hide inside it and never come out.

In spite of that, she smiled (but that one didn't reach her eyes, either). "Yeah, he is. This is, uh, this is something different."

This is something worse, her eyes said.

"Well, what should we do?" Hannah-Beth asked. "Should we tell an adult or something?"

A nervous laugh fluttered from Evelyn's lips. "What? No, there's no need for that. I can handle it. I'll just, uh, I'll just go straight to class for now. Deal with him later, you know? Really, it's no big deal." She backed away as a few students hurried past, then raised her hand in a quick wave. "I'll see you at lunch, 'kay?"

"Okay, but—" Hannah-Beth bit down on her bottom lip. Evelyn had already spun around and taken off.

Are you sure you're okay?

Evelyn shoved her way into the girls' bathroom and ran into the nearest stall.

Was this how Denny Booker felt when he saw Patrick that day? This strange, breathless, light-headed feeling? Evelyn thought she was about to faint—or worse, throw up. She put her hands on either side of the toilet seat and heaved into the bowl twice, but all that came out was a thick wad of spit and mucus. Whoa, her little brother would say, getta load of that loogie! Evelyn made a disgusted sound and flushed the toilet.

Out in the hall, the second warning bell rang. Better hurry, the bell said. Hurry, hurry, or you'll be late!

Evelyn didn't care. It's Thursday. Mrs. Sitz will just think I went to Principal Hellyer's office. I'll go there next, after I've calmed down a bit. Then I'll go straight to second period, and to third after that. With some luck, I should be able to avoid Patrick for the rest of the day... yeah... with some luck.

She left the stall and went to wash her hands.

"So, did you yak?" a voice asked.

Evelyn looked to her right and saw Marci Espinoza sitting on the window ledge with one foot tucked underneath her; the other, booted, tapped steadily against the tile. Behind her, the window was open to let out some of her cigarette smoke. She took another quick drag and then patted the spot next to her.

"Have a seat, Tozier. You look like you could use it."

Evelyn considered it for a second. But I really should be... and she sat down and dropped her backpack at her feet.

"So," Marci asked after a brief silence, "wanna tell me why you're hiding out in the bathroom?"

"I'm not hiding."

The third and final bell rang then, but Evelyn didn't move, just sort of flinched with a sudden awareness. Yeah, she was hiding, all right, like a big ole coward. Marci's red lips curled into a smirk around her cigarette. She plucked it out and then turned her head to the side, blowing smoke out the window.

"Then why don't you go to class?" she asked.

"I will."

"When?"

"When I feel like it."

Marci nodded slowly, looking her up and down with mild interest. "This wouldn't have anything to do with Patrick Hockstetter camping out in front of your locker, would it...? Or that turtleneck you keep playing with?"

Evelyn's hand fell from her neck, a light flush spreading across her cheeks. Marci put out her cigarette on the windowsill.

"Can I take a look?" she asked. "I won't if you don't want me to."

Evelyn hesitated at first, then nodded.

Marci's fingers were ice-cold as they brushed against her skin. Evelyn shivered and squeezed her eyes shut. It was so embarrassing, exposing herself to some strange girl she hardly knew, but Marci was surprisingly considerate. She pulled the collar down just enough to reveal the bruise underneath, then promptly released it.

"Yikes!" Marci said. "He fuckin' mauled you, kid. What'd you do to piss him off?"

Evelyn's face went red. "Nothing!" she yelled, exploding with anger. "I didn't do anything to deserve this! He had no right to touch me! No right at all!"

Her eyes had begun to water with a painful sting, but she refused to let a single tear fall. "I think I hate him," she said in a low, rasping voice. "I've never hated anyone before, but I think I hate him, at least a little bit."

And probably not even that much. Angry as she was, Evelyn didn't have it in her to be spiteful.

"I went to his house," she went on, feeling so foolish and ashamed. "I don't know why I did it." She kept telling herself that it was because of Denny Booker and his missing dog, but now she was starting to think that wasn't entirely true. "I just had to see it, you know? It was like this visceral desire... no, this need... I needed to see his house. I needed to look inside it."

Marci scoffed. "Bet it's a real dump."

"It's not, though. It's not at all. It's normal, it's boringly normal, at least on the surface."

Evelyn was up all night thinking about it: about that perfect little white house, that cozy kitchen table where Mrs. Hockstetter sat, serving cookies and stale coffee. And Patrick drank it. It was like he didn't even notice. Or maybe he's just used to it.

"There's something going on with him. There's something wrong, deeply wrong. I can't tell how much of it is an act... shit, maybe all of it is, and I'm just too blind to see it... but it's driving me insane. For some reason, I can't get him out of my head. I think about him even when I don't want to. It's really starting to freak me out."

Silence fell around them. Outside, classes carried on in dull murmurs behind closed doors. Mrs. Sitz was probably taking attendance now. Had Patrick finally found his way to his seat, or was he still waiting by Evelyn's locker?

How long would he wait before he went looking for her?

Maybe he would come bursting through the door right now.

Maybe...

Evelyn felt her heart speed up again, but it wasn't fear that drove it anymore. Now it was... something else, something foreign and terrible and frightening in a completely different way. She clasped her hand over her mouth, afraid that she might accidentally vocalize the destructive thoughts forcing their way out of her head:

I want him to find me! Oh my god, I do!

Marci busted out laughing—a loud, booming sound that bounced off the bathroom walls. Evelyn lurched away, mortified.

"My gawd!" Marci cried out. "Huh-hah! Huh-hah! That sonofabitch, that crazy sonofabitch, I can't believe he actually did it again. He attacked you—huh-hah!—he attacked you, and you're sitting here sympathizing with him. HA! HA! HA! I mean, my gawd!"

Marci wiped the tears from her cheeks, her laughter dying off into a content sigh. Then she saw Evelyn's large brown eyes staring back at her. It was like looking at a wounded deer.

"Oh... Oh, I'm sorry, kid. I don't mean to laugh. It's just... how does he keep pulling this shit off, you know? How the fuck does he do it?" She chuckled a few more times, then apologized for that, too. "You know, if I didn't hate the bastard so much, I'd actually be impressed. God, he's a real piece of work."

It was easy for Marci to laugh now. Hell, some might even call it therapeutic. She'd already endured Patrick Hockstetter's hell and came out the other side of it. With him, two weeks had felt like two years. During that time, she was beaten down, humiliated, and then cruelly abandoned, left to crawl on her hands and knees through the broken glass of her shattered life. She still had the scars. Some of the cuts had never fully healed. But ultimately she considered herself lucky. At least she'd kept some of her dignity. Sasha Gunt was still convinced, in some fractured, fucked-up part of her mind, that Patrick was actually in love with her. Marci was never that naive.

And God, kid, I hope you aren't, either.

Marci pushed herself to her feet and started toward the door while Evelyn Tozier stayed on the windowsill, staring at the floor with a sober expression.

"I don't want to like him, though," Evelyn said quietly. "I really, really don't. I don't want anything to do with him."

Marci stopped, then sighed. "Yeah, I know, but it's easier to just get it over with."

Because he'll take you whether you want it or not.

"You make it sound like it's inevitable," Evelyn said.

Marci laughed again, but this time there was no humor in it. "Because it is, kid," and she went out the door. "It really is."

Evelyn went to the principal's office after that and rattled off her weekly list of demands: new music stands for the band room, vegetarian options at lunch (because who wants to be limited to the salad bar every single day?), and "Some of the girls think it's inhumane and, frankly, sexist to make them pay for tampons and sanitary napkins at school. Mallory Stone says, and I quote, 'I shouldn't have to waddle around with blood running down my leg while I struggle to find a quarter. If boys had periods, the school would be giving that shit away.' Please excuse the profanity."

Principal Hellyer's coffee went down the wrong pipe, sending him into a coughing fit.

"Okay," he said, wiping up the spill on his desk. "Anything else?"

"Yes, just one more thing."

Evelyn turned in her statement for Henry's expulsion hearing. It was seven pages at first, handwritten, then later condensed and printed into four pages using the library's word processor. Evelyn asked to borrow the principal's stapler before handing it in. He thought four pages was a bit excessive, but he supposed it was far more tolerable than listening to her grandstand for hours on the subject. Evelyn didn't entirely disagree. In a way, her statement almost felt like a love letter, and you don't read a love letter in person. No, you scribble out your name, shove it in their locker, and then get the hell out of there before somebody sees you.

"On second thought," Evelyn said, swinging back into the principal's office, "is there a way I can make my statement anonymous?"

Principal Hellyer had the phone pressed against his ear. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Evelyn blushed. "Never mind."

The embarrassment wore off by the time she made it to second period. Victor Criss wondered why she was lugging around all her books, but he didn't ask. Evelyn didn't talk to him either, except to say hello. She was still pretty pissed about what happened the other day.

You should've told me Vic, she later wrote in a note. I had a right to know!

What difference does it make now? You weren't even home.

It makes all the difference! You LIED to me! You lied right to my face!

I was doing you a favor, okay? He was drunk.

I've seen Henry drunk before.

Not like that you haven't! He was wasted. Totally out of it. And so were you, if I remember correctly. Who knows what would've happened if he'd actually found you...

Evelyn's mouth closed as she read that. Then she crumpled up the paper and threw it away.

After school, she tutored Scottie Matthews in reading. Scottie had dyslexia, so Evelyn made him a little bookmark to help him focus on one line of text at a time. It helped a lot, but Scottie said he would be too embarrassed to actually use it during class.

"I don't want anyone to know I struggle," he said, and pushed the bookmark across the table.

Evelyn pushed it back. "But they already know you struggle, Scottie. They can hear you stumbling over your words, can't they? This will help with that. And I don't think anyone will tease you for trying to improve yourself."

"Sure they will," Scottie said, sneering at her. "They tease me about everything!" Then he slammed the book shut and shoved it at her before storming out of the library.

Evelyn stayed at the table, lamenting the cruelty of her peers. Then she packed everything up and headed home, fully aware that she was being followed.

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louhooo · 5 years

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Saturdays

Warnings: swearing (barely), fluff, maybe some adult themes if you squint

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Steve has a weekly routine that he looks forward to, but plans change.

A/N: Feedback is always welcomed! 💕

Saturday was the best day of the week. According to Steve, anyways.

It was the one day he could count on cuddling without the interruption of her alarm looming in the air. Most Saturdays consisted of staying in bed until late morning, and then moseying around the apartment until their stomachs were growling. Despite whatever food was in the kitchen, she always wanted pizza from the shop a few blocks down from the apartment. Seventy-eight Saturdays had followed the weekly tradition, and Steve wasn’t going to start changing things now.

He could hear her breathing starting to shift, and he peppered lingering kisses along her neck.

She started to stir, her body subconsciously drawing her closer to the touch. A light kiss behind her ear and her eyes opened sleepily, a lazy grin stretching across her face.

“Mornin’, baby,” Steve’s raspy voice vibrated in her ear, followed by another kiss on the back of her neck. She hummed.

“G’mornin’.” The husk in her voice made Steve grin against her shoulder. Y/N wiggled closer to him, hiking the comforter up to her chin. More kisses along her hairline and a sigh left her lips. “Can you shower first?” His lips stilled, his brows pinching together. Separate showers did not follow the “Saturday” plan.

“Shower?”

“Yeah, so you can have hot water, too,” she chuckled at her own joke in a sleepy, delirious way. “You always complain I use all the hot water.” He really needed to talk to the landlord about the water heater.

“No-Yes, I do, but why do you want me to shower?”

“We promised to watch Morgan.” The conversation with Tony immediately came back. Three weeks ago, Y/N and Steve had reservations to make, and were rushing to get out of the Tower when Tony stopped them both in the hallway. Tony had pulled his phone out, insisting that he needed to show Y/N the video of Morgan playing dress-up.

In the video, Morgan wore a long black dress (one that was carefully selected from her mother’s closet) and black sunglasses that covered most of her face and only stayed up if she tilted her head back. Morgan applied bright, sparkly lip gloss in the pink plastic vanity mirror located in her room and when Tony asked who she was, and she replied “Aunt Y/N”. The smile Y/N gave was blinding, and Tony knew he had her hook, line, and sinker.

Steve’s head dropped forward in defeat against her back.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” Humor was laced in her voice. Steve nodded, his head still resting on her back. “Your age is really starting to show, babe.” Steve growled, lightly pinching the flesh on her thighs. She squealed, giggles erupting throughout the apartment. Steve sighed, lifting his head to peek at her face.

“Do you think we could cancel?” A loud gasp and she moved to look at him.

“Steven Grant Rogers! You would deprive our sweet Morgan of the opportunity to see her favorite person!?” Another gasp, “You think you know someone….” Steve rolled his eyes, ignoring the smirk creeping onto her face. She flipped the covers off her naked legs and got out of bed, sending a swift pat to his ass as her feet touched the floor.

“Oh, come on, ya big baby. Get in the shower and I’ll get your coffee started.” She picked up his blue button-up from yesterday and slipped it on, buttoning enough to keep most of herself covered.

Steve was not too happy with how his Saturday was developing.

“We should be back by ten. There’s numbers on the fridge, poison control, and all that. She was up late last night ‘cause she was so excited you two were coming, she didn’t get a lot of sleep, so she’ll probably nap after lunch. Bath before bed, and bedtime’s at eight.” Steve and Y/N had been at Pepper and Tony’s for about thirty seconds before Morgan firmly attached herself to Y/N, and wouldn’t let her go. Y/N didn’t mind. She loved the love the small, tiny human gave to her, and greedily accepted the attention whenever she could.

Pepper placed a kiss on Morgan’s cheek, “Be good for Y/N and Steve. Mom and Dad will see you in the morning.” Morgan smiled, looking exactly like Tony, but much cuter than Tony could ever dream to be.

“Pep, we gotta go if you want to get there early.”

“You mean on time?”

“I literally don’t see how what I said is any different.” Pepper rolled her eyes good-naturedly and moved so Tony could say goodbye to Morgan. “Come’ere, squirt.” He held out his arms for her, but she only tightened her grip around Y/N’s neck. Tony blinked and stood to his full height. “My own daughter? My own flesh and blood. You’re not gonna hug your old man goodbye? Wow, I’m hurt. Truly wounded.” Morgan was a bundle of giggles, especially with the sad pout on her dad’s face.

She finally relinquished her grip, rolling her eyes in a similar fashion to her mother and reaching out for Tony. He smiled and transferred the little girl from Y/N’s arms to his and planted a big kiss on Morgan’s cheek.

“Be good. Don’t wear out Cap, okay, little miss? He might break a hip.” Steve gave a deadpan stare at Tony, who only smiled in return. More goodbye kisses and hugs were exchanged, and the three waved goodbye to Pepper and Tony from the porch. As soon as they were out of sight, Y/N and Morgan were off to the playroom, leaving Steve behind.

The first time Y/N and Steve ever watched Morgan, he quickly discovered Morgan did not like to share the attention of his girlfriend. Steve was sure that the only reason Morgan liked Steve in any form was because of who he was dating. Y/N would tease him about being jealous of a little kid, but Steve would maintain that he wasn’t. He wasn’t. (Okay, maybe a little pang of jealously went to his heart when she gave Morgan more attention, but Steve wasn’t sharing that detail with anyone. He talked with Bucky about it once and he got smacked on the back of his head for being an idiot. Never again.)

Steve was just fated to be the tall guy that helped reach the hidden cookies in the pantry and saved Morgan and Y/N from insects. It was fine. Just fine.

He finally made it to the playroom and leaned against the doorframe, watching as the girls dumped an egregious amount of glitter into a plastic bucket. Y/N looked up, feeling eyes on her, and smiled at Steve’s confused face.

“We’re making slime. For the team.” Steve raised his brows in understanding and watched them work, talking animatedly to one another, and paying no mind to him.

“Well, I’m gonna go over some reports down in the kitchen.” An eager “Okay!” from Morgan, and a wide smile and nod from his girlfriend. Steve sighed and went back downstairs.

Steve definitely was not jealous of a six year old.

After the slime had been divided into equal containers and labeled accordingly, Morgan and Y/N were ready to eat. Slime creation works up quite the appetite, after all.

Breaded chicken in the shape of dinosaurs were placed in the oven, and watermelon and pineapple were cut into the shape of stars and hearts and placed in a glass bowl. Steve was in charge of cutting up carrots into sticks, though he was pretty sure Y/N only gave him the job so he wouldn’t feel left out.

They ate lunch outside on a yellow quilt in the shade, the breeze blowing every so often, enough to keep them cool. Morgan picked out where everyone should sit, unsurprisingly keeping Y/N directly beside her, and Steve on the other side of them. Morgan talked enthusiastically about what they could do after lunch.

“We can build a fort! And-And-And Daddy made me my own Iron Man helmet, so-so we can play Avengers!” The adults chuckled at her excitement.

“Do you have knives I can borrow? And Steve’s gonna need his shield….”

“I’m not supposedta touch the knives, but I think you can since you’re a grown-up! And we can make a shield for Steve.”

“Ooo, can we use glitter? I, personally, think we should use glitter.” Steve couldn’t hide the grin on his face when she smiled like that. Cheeky and entirely proud of teasing him. Morgan giggled and bit the head off the dinosaur nugget.

“And, I have glow-in-the-dark stars we can use, too!” Y/N wiggled her brows at Steve, a half-eaten carrot stick in her hand.

“How’s that sound, babe?” He chuckled when Morgan gave him the same look Tony gives when he’s impatiently waiting.

“Sounds perfect, girls.” She held up her hand for Morgan, and they shared a high-five in victory.

“We should probably rest, first, don’t ya think? We can’t fight the bad guys when we’re tired.” Morgan chewed on her lip.

“Yeah… I guess.” Y/N nodded with a serious expression on her face.

“Steve, don’t you always say ‘You can’t fight bullies without taking a quick nap first’?” Steve nodded back with a matching serious look.

“I do. Ask Sam and Bucky, I have to make them take naps all the time. One time they didn’t nap before a mission and we almost lost,” Steve’s gaze shifted over to Y/N, “But your aunt here… well, she basically saved the world.” Steve could hear her heart start to beat a little faster, and could see a faint pink making its way to her cheeks. Morgan stared wide-eyed up at Y/N, her mouth agape in a similar fashion to a fish.

“Is that true…? Did you really save the whole world!?” Y/N grinned and nodded her head, tucking Morgan’s hair out of her face. “Wooooow….” Morgan was stunned that her aunt had saved everyone from the bad guys. She had the coolest aunts.

Lunch was finished and Steve and Y/N were in a food induced sleepiness while Morgan searched for dandelions. Y/N rolled over to Steve, curling into his side. Her back was to his chest and she was currently tracing the lines of his palm, both of them propped on their elbows.

“You’re sweet for telling her I saved the world.”

Steve grinned and kissed the top of her head, “You did save the world. On more than one occasion.” Y/N rolled her eyes and lightly pinched his palm. “What? I can’t brag about my girlfriend?” She snorted.

“You’re exaggerating.” Steve chuckled and kissed the shell of her ear. He wasn’t exaggerating, but he knew she would hear none of it. There were very few things she bragged about, and none of them involved anything she did with the Avengers. Baking cookies that the whole team loved? Couldn’t shut her up about it. Saving the world from an alien attack? Wouldn’t even know she was there.

She giggled, her shoulder coming up towards her ear, “That tickles.”

“Oh, so then you probably wouldn’t like if I did this…” Steve rested his hand on her hip. He felt her tense in front of him as he started to tighten his grip.

“Steven…” A warning that he could hear her smile through. He’d been too focused on Y/N, that he didn’t hear the soft crunch of the grass getting closer.

“Y/N, can you make me a flower crown?” Y/N laid her hand on top of Steve’s and squeezed, a silent question to let her move. Steve moved his hand back and watched her move and sit beside Morgan, bending and tying the stems into a crown. Morgan beamed and let Y/N place it on top of her head. Steve watched as Morgan tried to hide her yawn behind her hand as she twirled for them.

“Alright, girls, let’s go nap, then we’ll protect Earth.” Steve pushed himself up, collecting the dinnerware into one of his hands. Y/N stood up next, collecting the quilt and asking Morgan to carry her empty juice box. Morgan ran up so she was the first one inside, her little bare feet slapping on the hardwood flooring in the kitchen.

“Aunt Y/N, will you lay with me?” Eyelashes were batted and Y/N chuckled, dropping the quilt on the bench by the door.

“Of course, honey,” she looked back at Steve and grinned, “Don’t fall asleep without me. I’ll be right back.” Steve smirked, nodding his head. The girls walked upstairs, and Steve settled on the couch, turning the TV on. Y/N and Steve were over enough that they had their own playlist of shows and movies, something Y/N just went ahead and made, insisting Tony and Pepper wouldn’t care. They didn’t, but Tony did like to tease her about how many “obnoxious reality housewife shows” she watched.

Steve could hear faint giggles upstairs as he searched through the options. He settled on an episode of “I Love Lucy” he hadn’t watched yet when he noticed the giggles died down. Ricky was in the middle of lecturing Lucy, when Steve felt the couch dip. He turned and saw the little girl with brown hair who was supposed to be asleep. She prided herself on being a good “sneaker”.

Morgan turned and looked back at him, “Y/N’s asleep.” Steve blinked, tilting his head slightly.

“Aren’t you tired? Your mom said you stayed up late last night.” Morgan shrugged and turned back to watch Lucy cry dramatically.

“I’ll just go to bed early.” Steve gave a skeptical glance, but didn’t comment. He was sure she would. Even if she didn’t think she was tired later on, Y/N would read Morgan as many stories as it would take until she fell asleep.

“Alright.” Steve turned back to watch the TV. A few minutes later, Morgan scooted closer to him, picking up his arm and resting her head on chest. Steve was frozen. It wasn’t that he and Morgan didn’t get along, they did, but she liked Y/N way more than she liked him. He wasn’t used to her affection being directed at him.

“Uncle Steve?” Steve rested his arm her after snapping out of his haze.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Big brown eyes looked up at him.

“Are you and Aunt Y/N gonna get married?” Steve blinked. Was this one of Tony’s pranks? He had mentioned something about “Candid Camera”, and when Steve looked it up later, he was slightly worried of the extremes Tony would go to, to prank him.

Using his daughter to ask Steve if he was marrying his girlfriend, was not something he had imagined.

Steve cleared his throat, “Why do you ask?”

“’Cause you love her.”

“Well, yeah, but you can love someone and not get married. Doesn’t mean you love them any less if you aren’t married.” Morgan’s brows pinched.

“But…” Her little brain was having a hard time processing. “You look at her the same way Daddy looks at Mama, and they’re married.” Steve grinned, rubbing his thumb over her arm.

“Maybe one day, but your aunt and I are happy just the way things are right now.” Morgan hummed, dissatisfied with that answer. At this rate, she wasn’t going to get to be a flower girl for anyone!

“Well, I think you should…!” Steve chuckled.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Morgan sat up more to convey how serious she was.

“Be-cause, I think you should.” Steve laughed.

“I’ll take your reasoning into consideration.” Morgan seemed satisfied enough with that answer and laid her head back down. Two more episodes played before Steve heard her breathing soften. Steve watched one more episode before his own exhaustion got the better of him.

When Y/N finally woke up and headed downstairs in search of the six-year-old who abandoned her in her bed, her heart nearly melted when she saw Morgan and Steve asleep on the couch. She took a quick picture before turning off the TV, and going into the kitchen to wash the few dishes from lunch.

As she was finishing up, Steve came in, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Y/N dried her hands after draining the water and wrapped her arms around his waist. They stood in quiet contentment, until they heard quiet footsteps coming into the kitchen. Morgan leaned against Y/N’s leg, joining in their peace.

For about… two minutes.

“I’m hungry.” Y/N chuckled and removed herself from Steve.

“Ants on a log?” Morgan smiled.

“Ants on a log,” she repeated back in agreement.

Raisins were replaced with chocolate chips, and they ate while they made Steve a substitute shield. Y/N thought her heart melted seeing Morgan and Steve asleep on the couch together, but she nearly lost it when Morgan sat on Steve’s lap while she colored the blue of his shield.

He looked at her with undeniable shock as Morgan went on like everything was perfectly normal. Y/N gave him an impressed eyebrow raise in return.

Once the shield was finished and doused with glitter, Y/N went in search of knives she could use. Of course she wasn’t going to use real knives like she normally used, something she had to reassure Steve of multiple times before she went downstairs.

Accidentally leave a knife in a purse one time, and Steve has to bring it up every chance he gets.

She found plastic ones with Mickey Mouse on the handle shoved in the back of the silverware drawer. They’d have to do.

An elaborate scheme to save Mr. Bear from the Hydra base (located at the trunk of the oak tree in the backyard) was concocted by Morgan. It was determined that Y/N would use her knives to weaken Hydra (Troll dolls) and Morgan, or Iron Girl (official name still pending) would fly in on Steve’s back and rescue Mr. Bear and Steve would knock out any Hydra that sneaked past Y/N.

Y/N hit each of her targets, giving a two finger salute to Steve. He held up his shield with one hand, his other hand tucked behind his back to keep Morgan safely secured. As they approached the tree, Morgan shouted, “Cap, watch out!” Three Trolls members of Hydra dropped down from the tree, lime green yarn tied around their legs. Steve used his shield to protect Iron Girl, and faintly wondered how she booby trapped the toys to drop, when Y/N whistled.

It was the same one she gave out in the field, so without questioning, Steve ducked, and a knife came flying through the air, cutting the yarn of the Hydra closest to them. Iron Girl reached for Mr. Bear and secured him under her arm, and Steve ran them out of the area Y/N named the “danger zone”. She also laughed after calling it that, so Steve made a mental note to look that up later.

They met up back on the jet (or the front porch) and Morgan, now free of her helmet, assessed Mr. Bear for any injuries. Two Sesame Street bandages were placed on Mr. Bear’s arm and nose, but the mission was a success.

“I say we have some lemonade and go swim in the lake now. I think we deserve it.” Morgan cheered and abandoned her helmet on the wicker chair on the porch before running inside to change. Y/N could feel Steve’s eyes on her, and turned back to him with a grin. “Good job, Cap.” He grinned and set the cardboard shield next to the child-sized helmet.

“Good job, agent.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, “You’re gonna have to go find that knife you threw.”

She laughed, his smile growing at the sound, “Why do you think I suggested swimming?” Steve joined in her laughter as they went inside to change. She grabbed her backpack and pulled out his shorts, pushing the red polyester material into his hands. “Steve?” His eyes met hers. She stood on the tips of her toes, puckering her lips. Steve huffed a laugh through his nose and met her halfway. Her lips were soft against his, and he could faintly taste the lingering peanut butter on her tongue.

“Y/N!” A sigh from both, and they separated, Y/N sending him a love-drunk grin.

She turned her head over her shoulder, and shouted, “I’m coming!” She looked back at Steve and pecked his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Another smile and she was running upstairs to help Morgan with her swimsuit. He wandered into the bathroom and changed, answering a text from Tony, asking how things were going. Everything was perfect.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing on the dock, listening to the pop songs Y/N had on her phone, and Steve helping Morgan work on floating on her back. By the time the sun was more in the west, they had all had enough and were ready to get ready for dinner. Pepper had left a dish that they could heat up, but when Y/N peeked at it, her nose turned up and she shook her head. Weekends are not for healthy, organic meals, and that’s a fact of life Y/N firmly lived by.

She found Tony’s stash of coupons for nearby pizza places and ordered two large pizzas, one for her and Morgan, and one for Steve. Y/N gave Morgan a bath, and after she was clean and dressed in her purple shorts and t-shirt, Morgan went to find Steve, who was cleaning up mission reports from the kitchen table.

“Uncle Steve?” Somehow she had picked up at an early age, that if her voice was sweet and innocent, Steve would do, pretty much, whatever she wanted. She may have learned that from her aunt, but the jury’s still out. (No, she definitely learned it from Y/N.)

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can you build a fort in the living room?” Steve grinned and stacked the files into a neat pile, setting them off to the side.

“You gotta help me, okay?” Morgan nodded happily, and they went in search of pillows and blankets.

Forty-five minutes later and the pizza was delivered and the fort was ready in the living room. They skipped the dinnerware, opting to just eat straight from the pizza box, a concept that had Morgan in giggles the whole time. After eating and cleaning up, they turned on another episode of “I Love Lucy” and it wasn’t too long into the show when Steve noticed Morgan’s eyes start to droop more and more.

Steve nudged Y/N with his foot.

“I think someone should go to bed.” She followed his line of sight and grinned tenderly at Morgan. She glanced at Steve.

“Do you think you can carry her?” Steve nodded and they crawled out of the fort. Y/N rubbed Morgan’s back, “Honey? Let’s go to bed.” A soft whine and murmur that she didn’t want to, but Y/N only rubbed her back again. “C’mon, Morgan. Steve’s gonna carry you, you don’t even hafta walk.” A deep sigh, and she sat up, with a look close to tears on her face. Her lack of sleep had finally caught up with her.

Steve bent and picked her up, one arm secured under her while the other rubbed her back. She breathed into his neck and he could smell her watermelon scented shampoo. Y/N led them upstairs, pulling back the covers on her bed. Steve gently placed Morgan in her spot, and Y/N pulled the blankets up to her shoulders.

“Good night, Morgan. We love you.” A final kiss to her forehead and the nightlight was turned on as the adults retreated from the bedroom.

Tony and Pepper pulled into the driveway about an hour later. Tony glanced around, inspecting his home.

“Nothing looks broken…” Y/N rolled her eyes as she stood up from the couch.

“I’m ignoring that for your own sake, Tony.” Pepper hid a yawn and stood next to her husband.

“Was she good?”

“A perfect angel.”

Pepper hummed, “I feel like her father says the same thing, even when she’s not.” Y/N and Steve laughed at the faux-offended look Tony cast to Pepper.

“No, she really was. We wore her out, so she should sleep in for ya.” Y/N covered her mouth as she yawned, and Steve put his hand on her lower back. “Well, we should take off.” Pepper grinned and hugged them both, thanking them again for watching Morgan. Tony motioned with his arm.

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” Y/N picked up her backpack and shoved her cellphone into the side pocket. They walked out to the car, Y/N too tired to focus on anything else. She climbed into the passenger seat, depositing her bag down by her feet and leaned back, closing her eyes. Steve glanced at the car and back at Tony, who raised a brow. “Cap.”

“You got a good thing here, Tony.” Tony’s face softened, the years having caught up with him as of late.

“I know.” Tony glanced at her sleepy form in the car. “You do, too, Rogers.” Steve gave a lopsided smirk, glancing back at her.

“Yeah… I do.” Tony slapped Steve’s shoulder in that way only men seem to do, and he stepped onto the porch and watched Steve get into the car and pull out onto the main road. Y/N finished clicking her seatbelt, and angled her body towards him.

“What did you and Tony talk about?” Steve laid out his hand, palm up, and she interlaced her fingers with his. He brought her knuckles to his lips.

“Just how nice it is up here.” She hummed in agreement, her eyes too heavy to keep open. Just like Morgan, Steve was sure he’d have to help get Y/N into bed, and he was perfectly fine with it. He’d carry her to bed every night if she asked him to.

Seventy-nine Saturdays they had spent together, and this was one of the best.

#Steve Rogers x Reader #Steve Rogers x You #Steve Rogers x Y/N #Steve x Reader #Steve x You #Steve x Y/N

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