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zaraomarrogers · 22 days
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Didn’t know I needed this today. Steve reading Harry Potter is cute. I’m a potter head and I would love to randomly run into Steve reading it. 📚🩷
Can I also be tagged please?
you already know what i’m gonna ask for lol. i need my airport man my love. what do you think would’ve happened if he asked me for my number instead of WALKING AWAY or if i magically found him in duty free. BETTER YET what if he just happened to be on the same flight as me?
let’s pretend airport man is steve rogers please. the blonde and that accent gives steve vibes.
Need A Hand? - 1
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PAIRINGS: Steve Rogers x Reader
SUMMARY: Flying back to Washington for a family event, you were already ready for it to be over in a week. You didn't want to face the comments from your family about your life as a single working woman. But what happens when you walk into the event accompanied by the stranger you sat next to on the plane? What if that stranger isn't really a stranger?
WARNINGS: Swearing, comments about loneliness from family members, a creepy guy
WORD COUNT: 1,877
ENJOY!
You knew the coffee was cold before the liquid hit your tongue, but you still needed the caffeine. Tipping your head back, you downed the whole thing quickly.
Wincing at the bitter taste, you threw the cardboard cup in the nearest trash can. You knew a 2am flight wouldn’t be the best experience, but you were not going to drive all the way.
You were on the last available flight. You knew your dumbass should’ve booked an earlier ticket, but can you really blame yourself? It’s the middle of December, and people are being stuffed onto planes, wanting to get back to their families for Christmas.
You?
You didn’t want to visit Washington; you had already built your life in the city.
Your family was shocked when you finally revealed you got the position as a Data Analyst at Stark Industries; however, they were even more shocked at your urgency to move ASAP.
They didn’t know that the reason you moved to NYC was because you wanted to leave the nagging and constant subtle unwanted comments behind. It would’ve been one month since you last visited home for Thanksgiving, which didn’t turn out great either; your grandmother made comments on how you didn’t have a man yet.
Rolling your carry-on behind you with one hand, you adjusted the backpack hanging off your shoulders with the other. Your eyes scanned the large gate numbers in hopes of finding the right one.
GATE 23.
You sighed and started heading in the direction of your gate. When you did find a seat in the plethora of people, you called dibs with your eyes and sat down, scrolling mindlessly on social media for the next half an hour.
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The aisle seat was somewhat ideal; economy wasn’t the best, but it was something you had to deal with for the next three hours. The man next to you had already started becoming a problem. He started small talk, and you gave in for a while.
“Going to see family?” he asked, looking at you with a wide grin.
You returned a pursed smile, not really wanting to interact with strangers this early in the morning.
 “Yeah, family stuff,” you replied, securing your seatbelt and tightening it to fit your waist.
The questions were normal until the man started getting personal. “Got a boyfriend?” he smiled sleazily, and you cringed on the inside.
You fake smiled and replied, “no.” He nodded and gave you a weird smirk. “Why? You’re a gorgeous thing.”
You shuddered slightly and went back to looking at your phone, but he didn’t get the signal. The suggestions he kept throwing your way made you want to gag.
Thankfully, a flight attendant did see you become uncomfortable for a while, and she, in a few minutes, made her way to you.
“Ma’am, we do have a seat up front in business class. In case you are up for the offer?” She smiled sweetly at you but harshly at the man next to you.
You nodded and got up immediately. “I’d like that,” you said, smiling at your savior. “See ya,” you said bitterly to the man next to you and followed the flight attendant after getting your carry-on down from the cabin.
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The seats were plusher and nicer; you groaned in comfort when you sank yourself into it. You were sipping on some wine the flight attendant, the one that helped you, poured into a glass and handed over to you.
You gazed outside through the window, enjoying your peace and quiet, until someone cleared their throat in the aisle.
“Sorry, Ma’am, but I, um, I’m your neighbour for the next few hours,” the infamous blonde man chuckled shyly and scratched the back of his neck.
“Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry,” you got up quickly and allowed him to sidle past your seat and sit down, then he shoved his backpack under the seat in front of him. You sat back down and continued to sip on your wine, feeling a tad bit awkward sitting next to Captain America.
“I’m Steve, by the way,” he extended his hand.
You shifted the glass to your left hand, then told him your name while shaking his hand with your right. “I mean, yeah, I know who you are already. So…” you laughed nervously. He chuckled at your answer, “yeah?” To which you nodded again and went back to staring at the seat in front of you.
The lights in the plane dimmed, and you flagged down a flight attendant to hand your glass back to her. Members of the crew made their way up and down the aisle until three of them settled in three different sections of the plane to start the safety demonstration You listened mindlessly, while your heart jogged for a mile as the thought of sitting next to Steve Rogers finally sank in. He did listen to the safety demonstration and actually read the safety brochures, which were tucked into the seat in front of him. Soon, the flight attendants were preparing for take-off.
“What’s taking you to Washington?” Steve asked you, facing your direction. You made eye contact and saw the soft smile he threw your way; you instantly melted in your seat and smiled back.
“Oh, my sister is getting married,” you nodded and adjusted the neck pillow around your neck. He nodded and crossed his arms over his muscled chest. “I see.”
“What about you? I’m guessing something related to ‘Captain America’?” You chuckled nervously as you felt the plane rumble slightly. He laughed at your assumption, “you would think so, but no. Just wanted to visit the place again.”
You nodded in understanding but quickly reached for the armrest when the plane started speeding. You gripped the plastic hard and closed your eyes hard, trying to act normal when really you felt like you were in a washing machine.
“Here,” you heard him whisper. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the big open palm he was offering. You smiled in thanks, grateful for understanding, and intertwined your fingers with his before squeezing it for dear life as the plane lifted from the ground.
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You munched on the dry Biscoff’s they handed out during the second hour of the flight. From your peripheral, you saw Steve reading a book and at times glancing out the window.
“Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for the… you know… the hand, during take-off,” you smiled nervously, hoping that you weren’t interrupting him and his reading. He looked up from his book and bookmarked his page before closing it. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” he smiled at you, and his eyes crinkled at the corners.
You always saw him on TV and in the trash magazines your roommate reads, never up close. And now that you were seated literally right next to him, you felt as though he’s just a regular person. It’s not like you can ask him ‘how were the 1940s’, you don’t know him on a personal level.
But you kind of do; you had to study about him in high school during history class. You know where and when he was born, the place where he grew up. Your thoughts were interrupted by the crackling of the pilot’s voice that played through the plane. You couldn’t understand the gibberish he said. “What?”
“We’re about to hit some turbulence,” Steve translated for you, and your jaw dropped.
“Great, more reasons as to why I should’ve driven,” you rubbed your eyes.
 He laughed at your annoyance towards the plane you were currently flying in.
You glanced at the book he was reading and saw the title. You instantly had to hold your laugh back as you recognized the ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’ book cover.
“Harry Potter, huh?” You pointed at the book in his lap. He looked down at it and nodded. “A friend of mine recommended it. Have you read it?”
You nodded quickly, “oh yeah, it was one of my favourites as a kid.” He smiled at your response.
“I’m a George Weasley girl, all the way. He’s such an underrated character,” you told him as your eyes moved from the book to him.
“Yeah, I think you could say that. But I would say that Hagrid is underrated as well,” he said, adding to your statement. You nodded along, “that is actually quite true, yeah.”
A moment of silence passed before he broke it. “If you don’t mind me asking, you mentioned about going to a wedding?” he asked, craning his neck to face you. You nodded, affirming his assumption.
“Are you going alone?” That made you raise your brows in pure shock.
“Uh, I—yeah,” you shook the confusion from your head. “Why?” You smiled, wondering why he asked you the semi-personal question.
He tucked his chin to his chest a little bit before facing you with the slightest smirk on his face. “Oh, I just thought that a gorgeous woman like you would have been going with someone already.”
You snorted, “WOW.” You really couldn’t believe he just said that.
“Why is that funny?” he smiled at you, a tad bit confused. You chuckled, “I just-‘gorgeous women’? Really?”
He laughed along with you, “I can’t say I’m wrong.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent your grin from expanding any further.
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The next hour or so was filled with you and Steve talking about home and what you two did back in the city.
“Stark Industries? Really?” Steve was genuinely shocked at the revelation of your workplace. He wondered how he never saw you before. He asked how it was, working as a Data Analyst for Tony, and you replied saying that Tony can be immature sometimes, but he does treat you as an equal, unlike your previous jobs.
The flight went smoothly, and you and Steve were in constant conversation. You thought that you never had a conversation this good before. You were actually a bit disappointed when the pilot announced that the plane was about to land soon.
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“Need a hand?” Steve asked when he saw you struggling to get your carry-on from the cabin.
“Yeah,” you nodded sheepishly. He flashed you with one of his million-dollar smiles and effortlessly brought your carry-on down from the overhead shelf. You said your thanks and replied with a ‘No problem’.
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Steve finally got all of his bags, but you were still standing next to the belt awaiting your final one.
“I guess this is where we part,” you laughed nervously, toying with the strings of your hoodie.
You saw it in his face; he didn’t want to leave you just yet. And you were thankful for that because you didn’t too.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” he smiled, but this time it was sad.
This was bad, really bad. You both didn’t want to leave the other.
“Have a good Christmas,” he finished the sentence off with your name, and your heart fluttered with how it rolled off his tongue. Why did you heart flutter?
You both smiled sadly at each other for the final time before he reluctantly parted ways. Why did he hesitate?
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Genuinely upset you couldn't get your man @yiiiikesmish, hope this helps you soothe your woes babes.
Again, if any of you lovelies want be added to the taglist. Please comment here!!🤗🤗🤗
Till' then
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀
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zaraomarrogers · 22 days
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Ohhhh just what I needed today 😌 😍😍❤ thoroughly enjoyed it.
the one with his new girl {steve rogers x reader}
‘summary: pretending to be over steve rogers is hard. all it takes is a few glasses of expensive wine and a conversation with his gorgeous new girlfriend before the walls begin to come down.
warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, jealousy.  
on account for the spam of star wars imagines (not that i’m complaining), here is some steeb content to tide you over till i write some more avengers stuff. love u all
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zaraomarrogers · 25 days
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❤️❤️❤️❤️
I loved it. Thank you for writing this. It was fun and I love what you did at the end 😂😂🥰 I love playfulness between the characters, it just shows how comfortable they’re with each other❤️
My greedy self wants more Steve now🙈
Also, I’m sorry for getting back to you so late. Life’s been driving me bananas.
Don't Wanna Wake Up!
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Steve Rogers is the only person who can get you out of bed, though sometimes his methods can be rather... creative.
@zaraomarrogers this one's for you, I'm sorry I took so long, hope you like!!!
Word count: 1,284
Time to wake up, Y/N.” Steve called out, gently rapping on your door. With a groan, you rolled over and pulled the covers over your head. Steve pushed the door open and peaked in. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the doorframe and chuckled.
If there were only two things that were common knowledge around the tower, they were the facts that you were not a morning person, and that it was a bad idea to send anyone but Steve to wake you up. Your best friend only tried once, and she vowed that she’d never do that again.
“Five more minutes, Steve.” You grumbled, rolling into a ball. Steve shook his head and stepped into the room.
“I’ve given you ‘five more minutes’ four times, Y/N.” You could feel his presence at the end of the bed. He came to kneel next to your cocoon and tapped on your pillow. “Time to wake up, I have coffee.” You peaked out at him from your shell and squinted.
“Good coffee?” Steve fought a grin.
“Yes.” You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before shaking your head and diving back under the covers.
“Five more minutes.” Steve sighed pulled himself to his feet.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, doll.” He paused to see if you’d respond. When you didn’t he moved to the foot of the bed and wrapped his hands around your ankles. Whipping the covers from over your head, you sat up and glared at him.
“You wouldn’t dare, Steven Rogers.” Steve gave you a mischievous grin and shrugged.
“Are you getting up?” Steve gave you a mischievous grin and cocked a brow. Well not now. You thought to yourself dryly, folding your arms. Scowling at him, you raised a brow in challenge.
“You wouldn’t.” Steve shrugged and began tugging on your ankles. With a squeal you rolled and grasped the head board with both hands. “Steven!” You cried, looking over your shoulder at him. Steve gave your ankles another tug, not even breaking a sweat. Huffing, you turned back to look at your hands gripping the head board. Your knuckles were turning white from the effort.
“Come on, Y/N, it’s already 10 o clock.” Steve grunted giving you another tug.
“I’m hibernating.” You called over your shoulder, doubling down on your grip on the head board. At this rate you’d be making yet another trip to the furniture store for a new one. But right now, you didn’t care. It was the principle of the thing.
“You’re not an animal, Y/N.” Steve said, dropping your legs. You rolled over and scooted up to rest your back against the head board.
“I can be whatever I want to be, Rogers.” You narrowed your eyes at him. Steve shook his head and put a knee on the bed. Your eyes widened, and you felt your whole-body tense with nervous energy. “What are you doing now, Rogers?” Your voice grew higher in pitch. Steve gave you a sly grin and placed his hand on the bed.
“I’m getting you out of this bed one way or another, sweetheart.”
“Now, Steve, darling, let’s be reasonable.” Steve chuckled and placed his other hand on the bed. You shuffled further against the head board as he crawled towards you. Without thinking you placed your foot against his forehead. Steve paused and glanced up at your foot with a raised brow. Feeling your face flush, you moved to pull your foot back only for Steve to grasp your ankle and stare at you with an amused grin.
“Steven,” You narrowed your eyes at him warily. Steve’s grin widened and he sat back on his knees and looked down at the foot he held prisoner. Looking back up at you, he lightly grazed the bottom of your foot with his thumb.
“Ah.” He chuckled when your whole-body jerked. “Some one’s ticklish.” He gave you a roguish wink and set your foot back on the bed. You felt your pulse begin to increase at the wolfish shadow darkening his eyes.
“Steve,” You squealed as Steve fairly pounced on you, dragging you down so you lay on your back and he hovered over you, caging you in with his arms. His fingers ghosted over your sides, testing for sensitive points, until your traitorous body gave you away. You flinched. Steve grinned and looked up at you. His fingers tapped on your side before beginning to tickle you mercilessly. Steve Rogers was a cruel man, and you told him as much between squeals. The man wasn’t even phased as he continued his assault.
“Please, Steve, I’ll get up, I’ll get up.” You cried and pushed at his hands. Steve’s fingers instantly froze and he looked down at you skeptically.
“Promise?” He cocked his head to the side and planted his hand on the bed next to your side. You shook your head rapidly.
“I promise! I promise!” Satisfied that he’d gotten his way, Steve pulled back to let you sit up. Finally noticing how much your hands hurt, you sat back against the head board and rubbed your knuckles. “You don’t love me anymore, Steve.” You grumbled, giving him a pitiful look. Steve reached out and gently took your hands in his own, rubbing small circles over the offended areas.
“I love you very much, that’s why I put in the effort that I do.” With a snort you pulled your hands out of his.
“Then love me less, Rogers.” Looking away from him was a mistake, as you found yourself flat on your back again, Steve hovering over you.
“I don’t think I can do that, Sugar.” He whispered, lacing his finger through yours and nuzzling your nose with his own.” The gesture would’ve been very romantic if at that moment you hadn’t realized you needed to pee.
“Steve.” You cleared your throat, looking up into his eyes.
“Hm?” He lowered himself to press more of his weight into you as he began paying particular attention to your neck. This only made your need for the bathroom more apparent. None too gently you began pushing at his chest. No dice.
“Steve,” Your plea turned into a moan when he reached the sensitive skin behind your ear. Taking that as a good sign, Steve focused his attack on that area. “Okay, whoa!” You reached for the only sensitive thing on him you could reach, his hair, and pulled hard.
“Hey!” He jumped back and hissed. You shoved him back and scrambled off the bed.
“I’m sorry, I love you, but I’ve got to pee!” You shouted, racing to the bathroom. Steve flopped back on the bed and rubbed the tender spot gently.
“You could’ve just said that.” He grumbled to himself. Blinking he stared up at the ceiling, not noticing the flush of the toilet or the running water. You inched back into the room and narrowed your eyes gleefully when you saw him stretched out on the bed. Quietly creeping into the room, you leapt on top of him. Steve groaned and wrapped an arm around you to keep you from rolling off and onto the floor. “Are you trying to kill me, woman? First my hair and now my ribcage!” You gave him an apologetic grin and folded your arms over his chest.
“I’m sorry. But I’m back.” You wiggled your brows and propped your chin on your arms. Steve gave you a dry look and sniffed.
“I don’t think I remember where we were.” You trailed the fingers of one hand up his chest and traced his jaw.
“I think I can jog your memory.”  It was Steve’s turn to flush.
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zaraomarrogers · 25 days
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Beautiful 🥹🥹🥹
I need Steve in my life ❤️ where do I find him 🥹
Hello
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Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up.
Characters: Steve x F!Reader.
Words: 1.2K.
Warnings: some angst, pregnancy/giving birth, mostly tooth-rotting fluff.
A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Based off of song of same name by Allie X. Definitely give it a listen. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.
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It all started with a hello.
In the corner of a bar, you hurriedly swallow down the last of your now room-temperature rosè. Your date had stood you up. Again.
Last week, you’d made arrangements to go out for sushi, and he failed to show— coming up with some lame excuse about work commitments, forcing him to remain at his office. Then he called last night out of the blue asking if you were free, that he wanted to make it up to you. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, and agreed.
But of course, two hours have gone by without a word. After the first forty five minutes, you convince yourself that he’s still just running late— hoping he’s just caught up in traffic and can’t get to his phone. But once the big hand has surpassed ninety minutes, you’re adamant he’s done it again.
What is it with you always attracting these pathetic jockstraps? They either arrive and end up being the most pretentious, sexist creeps known to man, or they just don’t bother to show up in the first place. And that isn’t even counting the string of failed relationships that follow you like a bad smell. Men who, after only a couple of months, realize that commitment isn’t for them. Or maybe you weren't.
This is your last ditch attempt to find someone, in the hopes he wouldn’t turn out to be a complete jerk. After all, he had reached out to you for a reason— maybe he felt something more, a flicker of attraction you hadn’t picked up on yet? But the longer you sit alone, the more it becomes apparent that you’re destined to sit by yourself forever.
That’s how you ended up here, hidden away in the corner of the room, nursing a large glass of alcohol— or five. You don’t pay attention to anyone coming or going after a while, too preoccupied with your own sorrow to notice him enter.
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He notices you though. Shielding yourself from the crowd, melancholy fraught in your features. He wonders what your story is— how you put yourself in full view of people, but still managed to remain so closed off.
He studies you as he sits at the bar, choosing the perfect spot to watch you without looking too conspicuous. Every woman that sidles up against him, batting their long eyelashes and flashing him a little too much cleavage, he politely turns down— nothing about them intrigues him. They have everything on show, thus the mystery he seeks is already gone.
Eventually, when he thinks you are getting ready to leave, he takes a chance and approaches you.
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You’re unaware of the man’s presence until he’s stepping up to the table, clutching a full measure of amber liquid. And even through the dim light, his sapphire eyes sparkle, and his wide genuine smile almost blindsides you completely.
You half-expect him to ask if someone is sitting in the empty chair opposite you— ready to watch him walk away with it to the gaggle of women eyeing him up at the next table.
Whatever you imagine he’ll say, or what his voice would sound like in the few brief seconds are nothing compared to the deep husk, or the singular word that falls from his parted lips.
“Hello.”
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Smoothing out the satin skirt of your dress, you glance at yourself in the mirror— taking in the intricate way your hair has been styled, and the subtle tones of natural make-up framing your eyes.
This is it. The moment you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl. You should feel terrified that something could still go wrong— he could still walk away, but somehow the reassurance that’s been forged into your skull over the years reminds you, in his voice, that this is forever. Fate has prepared you for this. Fate has led you to him.
You suck in a huge breath before releasing it through your pursed lips, formed into the shape of an O. You can hear your mom on the other side of the door, her voice muffled but raised slightly as she talks to somebody in the corridor.
“You can’t go in there,” the older woman chastises. You don’t hear the response, if any, but a soft knock at the door gives you a pretty good idea of what it would’ve been.
Slowly, you glide over, pulling the door towards you as your heart hammers away inside your chest. For a moment you’re fearful you might throw up on your gown, but the second you catch sight of Steve’s azure gaze, the feeling subsides as quickly as it came.
He temporarily stands awestruck, before muttering, “Hello,” with the same wide grin that had you smitten the moment he approached you in that bar.
“Hello to you too,” you reply, matching his smile with your own.
“So, I was wondering,” he starts, taking a slow step towards you and holds his arm out for you to take, “if you fancied getting married today?”
You reach forward, hooking your arm through his. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He slowly escorts you back the way he’d come, and you catch sight of your mom tearing up as she steps back to allow you to pass, giving you a proud smile.
As you reach the stairs to take you down to the ceremony, you begin to loosen your grip around Steve’s elbow, but he places his spare hand on top of yours, giving you a light chuckle. “Don’t you let me go now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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You’re certain the sound of that first tiny cry will stay with you forever— no matter how much time passes or how your memories may dwindle. You’ll hold onto it like the world’s most precious pearl, protecting it with every fibre in your being.
Laying your head against the mountain of pillows behind you, you let your eyes flutter closed for a second, somehow oddly comforted by the muted sound of nurses out in the corridor and beyond, before a deeper, more familiar voice floats amongst them.
“Can I see them now?”
You can hear the anguish in his tone, knowing how desperate he is to make sure you’re both okay after you were whisked away to recovery.
“Yes, of course Mr. Rogers, she’s right in there,” comes a light, friendly reply.
Steve suddenly appears from behind the blacked out door, the worried look etched into his features instantly melting away as his eyes catch yours.
“Hello.”
“Hello Daddy,” you whisper, casting your gaze down at the tiny bundle laid on your chest. Steve moves to stand beside you, and rests his hand gently on your forehead, stroking your temple with the side of his thumb— just like he always does.
“She’s perfect,” he sighs happily.
You glance up, flashing Steve a soft smile, before gazing lovingly back down at the little girl— your precious Pearl— noticing she’s inherited the same beautiful, cerulean eyes from him. “Yes, she is.”
Five years ago, you never would’ve dreamt this is where you’d be.
Steve may have found you sitting alone that night, but there hasn’t been a moment since that he ever left a chair beside you empty.
It’s finally real. I found my fantasy. Remember the day when I heard you say…
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zaraomarrogers · 29 days
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Woaahhhhhhh!!!! This is first ever Curtis fic I have ever read and I'm already in love with it. Oh boy!! (I'm a loud and proud Steve Rogers hoe)
Love how you're drawing and Curtis and reader's character. Can't wait to read more.
Can I also be tagged?? Please.
I Know I Should Know Better Masterlist
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Summary: Curtis has been working as your bodyguard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?
Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking, explicit language, bad boyfriend, self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. The reader's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
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zaraomarrogers · 1 month
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🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Happy tears 🥺🥺🥺
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I love the LOVE they have. Well I cried with them 🥰❤ oh my ❤
Aren't they perfect? Can i have what they have? I want Steve in my life.
Thankyou❤ for being one of the best human being out there ❤ I dont know what to say, just sending you some
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um, hi👉👈so, i think that you’re the absolute queen of fluff, i melt everytime i read any of your fics, but my favorite must be Grease and Pearls (Attached is close behind and like, all of your fics, really)...Grease and Pearls is so soft and I just can’t with those two...the way Steve would bend over backwards to make and keep reader happy🥺like, I can feel he’d do everything what her heart desires and vise versa (they both left everything behind just so they could be together after all)..and, well, because of my love for this lovestory, i was wondering if you would consider revisit them?🥺i know it’s a lot to ask, but i’m dying to know what their life’s like now...did Steve open his shop? did he try being a street sketcher (or sth like that lol idk the term) and then get an opportunity to go to art school after all? and what about reader? did she become a teacher? a tutor? a waitress?? or something completely different? what about her relationship with Nat? did she take her under her wing? and what about her dream about having babies?🥺did she talk to Steve about it? was she shy to bring it up? scared even? or did Pietro’s words to Steve about having babies didn’t leave his mind and it was Steve who asked first if she wanted to have family with him??? i am so so sorry to bother you with this but as I said, i adore this story and i never get bored rereading it for the n-th time..and i don’t mean to pressure you, but it would make me like the happiest person if you could reveal how their life continued🥺but i understand if you don’t want to, you can ignore this message and i won’t be mad, promise... i love you and your stories, Ann!❤️
Uhm.... hi? 🥺  
This is such a sweet ask I can’t😭
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This is NOT a bother at all. This is one of the nicest asks about a continuation of a fic I’ve ever seen
I’m delighted to hear that you’re enjyoing my stories! Hopefully the fluff is making your days better 🥰 Because you made like ym whole week 🥰🥺
And my, my, Grease and Pearls... it feels so long ago! Which is one of the reasons why I don’t think I will write more (also because there was never supposed to be a happy ending in the first place 😅). But. I LOVED writing it and Steve was the sweetest whenever it came to his updown girl and she did leave everything behind for him and-- you got me thinking.
So. My messy thoughts (IS THIS A HEADCANON):
warning: brief mention of smut
Love is great and all that and they fell really hard and fast for each other– they DID leave together after all.
But it isn’t exactly easy. She doesn’t have any experience with being a tutor and has no name in the area, no recommendations, which is why I believe she wouldn’t find the job she truly wants, so she would settle for the waitressing instead, supportive of Steve.
Steve obviously can’t open a shop right away, he too needs to save money for them, so he just finds another shop to work at, postponing his dreams – both art school ones and shop ones.
He however hates that she works as a waitress. It’s not that she can’t handle work – it’s the company she has to keep, the customers. His sweet girl doesn’t deserve assholes pawing at her, even if she’s always polite about it. He almost starts a fight right there when he comes in one day and notices some jerk trying to touch her ass. She deserves so much more. So he takes extra shifts. They are barely together at that point.
Natasha notices, because it’s hard not to. And frankly, she gives Steve a piece of her mind, because Steve’s girl doesn’t know what is happening between them too scared to address it, too scared Steve would walk away.
Natasha confronts Steve, while he has no idea she’s in the other room and he practically yells at her that he’s just doing it for his fiancé, because he hates what she has to deal with every day. The look on horror on his face when his fiancé walks out of the room is priceless – but more importantly, the two lovebirds are able to talk it out and Natasha clears the space, knowing for sure there’s be some make-up smooching. She’s right.
But. Their story so far had a happy ending and it does come when on a random afternoon, a nicely dressed girl around 13 walks into the diner, instantly caching everyone’s attention. And Steve’s girl worries about what the hell is a kid like her (she’s certainly seeing a lot of herself, this girl is very uptown), so she takes her under her wing and chats with her and actually tells her some fun facts she knows from when she had her private tutors and---
The next day the girl is back. With her mother.  
“My daughter says you were the only person who ever made boring facts fun. And that you’re incredibly smart. Are you? Because if you are, I’d like to hire you to be her private teacher.”
Yes, it sounds like a dream except that the mother is extremely arrogant about it, but—it works. Steve’s girl accepts the offer, the kid loves her and word gets around and she can leave the diner.
Steve might sport a little bit of hurt ego, because she makes more money than him, but he’s trying his best to be supportive – and it’s easy, because she never lets him feel like he’s something less and what’s his is hers. He stays working in the shop for a while, working on a secret project on side.
The day of their two-year anniversary, she hands him a voucher for evening lessons for drawing. He hands her the key to a little appartement he found, cheap and in need of reconstruction, which he has started working on with some of his friends from the shop. Their own space.
They both cry. A lot. And they totally christen the floor of the apartment the very same night. Unbeknownst to them, they make a child that night.
Do I need to say more?
Maybe Steve end up opening his own shop. Maybe he prefers loving on his girls, spending time with them, because tight money is better than having too little time on them. He loves teaching his little girl draw – then again, he adores her as much as he adores his wife.
And when baby two is on its way? He just knows that he’s the luckiest downtown guy to ever live.
I know it’s not tha same as if I wrote the fic, but I hope this will make you smile at least a bit 😊
Thank you so so much for reaching out so kindly and have a lovely day/night❤️✨
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Grease and Pearls (S.R. x reader)
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I almost had a heart attack 💔 angst in this part broke my heart for Steve and his uptown girl. It was good to know that Steve's had a good support system in the form of his friends and they did a great job in protecting him when his girl visited him after 3 weeks but it was equally heart breaking for me that she didn't have anyone except for Pepper to rely on. Those 3 weeks must have been hell for her.
I would have cried a bucket of you wouldn't have given the alternate ending. I actually did cry when I read the original ending.
They both deserved to have their happily ever after together ❤
Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou 💓 💖 💗 for writing and sharing this beautiful story. This is going to stick with me for a long time. I'm definitely gonna come back to it whenever I'd need some Steve love ❤
If I'd have a power to make this work of absolute perfection into a hallmark movie or netflix original, I would have done it in heart beat. I love love love this beautiful story ❤ 💕
Grease and Pearls - Pt.3
Dreams Meet Reality
Type: One-shot turned three-shot (because does anyone really want a 17k in one go?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (main), Tony/Reader, Tony/Pepper
Word count: 3400 or 5100 (yeah, you read it right, see A/N)
Summary: An uptown girl met a downtown guy with a heart of gold. Oh, and he was handsome too. It inevitably leads to their relationship developping… but is there any chance for them at all?
For @cxptain​​ ’s challenge. Prompt: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel
Warnings: swearing (a lot), attempt at angst, ghosting, communication par excellence
A/N: We had fluff and smut. What are we missing? That’s right. Heads up, people! There is an alternate ending to my original one, the one sentence where it breaks is in italics. I hope that makes sense ;) Pick whichever or read both :D Enjoy!
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It was bound to happen – you knew as much – but deep in your heart, you had hoped it wouldn’t. You had hoped it would last longer. You had hoped that perhaps a miracle would occur and in some mysterious way, you would be able to convince your parents that marrying you to Anthony was a terrible idea.
You should have known better than that.
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Steve❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍
Steve Rogers + Kissing
**some NSFW below the cut (but not super explicit tbh). Also I have no idea where this came from but my brain said ‘hey I rlly wanna makeout with Steve Rogers rn’ and ran with it 
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Steve Rogers loves kissing. Such a simple act of intimacy can convey so many feelings: love, gratefulness, fear, hope. There are times when actions speak louder than words, and in those times, Steve uses kisses to show you just how he’s feeling.
First Kiss The first kiss Steve gives you comes after a mission. He thought he lost you after your comms went dead and the panic that consumed him threatened to eat him alive until he got his eyes on you again. The sight of you sprinting towards him amidst the fires and rubble, a bit roughed up but alive nonetheless, makes relief flood him so intensely that he takes off running toward you. At that point, he can’t think of a single thing to do besides kiss you.
The moment you’re within arms reach, Steve pulls you into his arms with one hand at the small of your back and the other braced at the back of your head as he dips his head to give you the most devastating, desperate kiss either of you have ever experienced. Nothing else matters. The entire team is alive, banged up but alive and the mission was a success and he has you in his arms. He knows he’s never letting you go.
In the morning He gives you quick kisses, little pecks against your lips until you both can take care of that pesky morning breath. Oftentimes it’s those little kisses that first wake you up since Steve almost always rises first. He peppers them all over your neck and face until he feels you smile against him.
Steve steals kisses as you both get ready for the day. In between pulling on clothes and sips of coffee, he pulls you close to slot his lips against yours and revels in the happy sounds you make. He loves making you happy, making you feel good. These kisses are bright and happy, and he smiles so sweetly at you once he finally pulls away.
Slowly but surely, these short and sweet kisses become deeper, last longer. He holds you close by your waist and lets himself find comfort in the familiarity of your touch. Steve‘s grip on you becomes firmer, not hard enough to hurt but enough to keep you flush against him as he teasingly flicks the seam of your lips with the tip of his tongue. He loves the satisfied sighs you give under his touch.
Out in public Steve is a gentleman who doesn’t mind a little PDA. He reserves serious affection for when the two of you are away from the prying eyes of friends and the media but has zero issue in giving you sweet kisses on your lips and your cheek while out and about.
But there’s no question about who’s lucky enough to have you. Steve holds you close with an arm around your waist or keeps you on his arm as long as you’ll let him. It’s easy for him to lean over and kiss your temple, so he really likes it.
HOWEVER Steve has a tendency to get a little… needy. Who can blame him? Your kisses are addictive. He breaks away from the crowd with some bullshit excuse to get you alone for a few moments so often that it becomes a little joke with the team. There’s usually a running bet over how many times Steve will drag you away just to get a little handsy. (Nat almost always wins that bet, too.)
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Thankyou for reading and reblogging 🩷
Yes, Mal is little protective of his mama and it’s going to be a lot of adjustment with Steve so close to her.
Always And Forever - 17
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of mental health. 18+ content, MINORS DNI
WC: 11,876
A/N: I know its been the longest since I updated. I've been swamped with school, work and life. This chapter is step one in wrapping up this story. please reblog and comment and let me know what you think.
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The sun poured through the wall-sized window of Steve’s bedroom, casting an orange glow around the peacefully sleeping parents who were blissfully unaware of their almost four-year old’s presence in the room. Malcolm whooped to see Y/n wrapped in Steve’s arms and let out a squeal when he realized that his mama was here with him at his daddy’s house. He jumped on the bed and tried to fit himself in between his parents but much to his disappointment there wasn’t any space for him.
“Daddy wakey… move…” he nudged at Steve’s side, “wakey time, daddy. I wana hug mama.”
Steve groaned and pressed Y/n further into him, “Go back to sleep, buddy. It’s too early.” He mumbled sleepily.
“Mama… wakey… daddy’s not moving. I wan’be with you.” Malcolm whined and shook Y/n. He moved to straddle her, slightly kicking Steve in the stomach. Steve hissed in pain and opened one eye to see his son annoyed at his parents. Y/n had already started stirring in her sleep, she encircled Malcolm and laid him on top of her. Kissing his head and cheeks, she felt him smiling and tracing her face with his small finger.
“G’morning Mal-pal.” she said groggily.
“Mama, why you sweeping he’e?” he asked innocently.
“…. Cause I was tired, so I stayed here.” Y/n hesitated for a moment before answering his question.
“Daddy’s mean. He’s not giving me space.” He pouted, making Steve and Y/n giggle.
“Y/n, I think we should stay home today because Mal thinks I’m mean. No more going to Aquarium.” Steve moved up a little to balance the weight on his elbow.
“Daddddyyyyy…. No faiw.” Malcolm whined and looked up to see his mama. jY/n gave him a pressed lip smile.
“Mama, daddy’s be mean again. He no faiw.”
“Mal-pal, daddy’s kidding. And he’s not being mean, he’s just teasing you.”
Malcolm looked at Steve who just laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.
“I’m sorry bubba, I was just joking.”
“Why sowwy daddy? I’m no mad. I wove you.” Malcolm kissed Steve on the cheek.
“I love you too, bubba, so much.” Steve’s heart was filled with warmth, leaning in he placed a kiss on Malcolm’s head then on Y/n’s forehead and let his lips linger on for a while. Their eyes met once Steve pulled away, and they both smiled. Y/n gently caressed the side of his face, scratching his stubble. Malcolm witnessed the affectionate moment between his parents and decided to get his mama’s attention back on him. He kissed her on the chin and then on the nose.
“Why daddy kiss you, mama?” Steve let out a laugh and started to get up from the bed.
“Can’t believe my own child would be jealous of me.” He muttered, kissing Y/n again on the forehead and made his way to the bathroom.
“It’s okay, Mal, daddy can kiss mama.” She answered him muttering the latter part, then immediately redirecting his attention. “Did you go to pee when you wake up?”
“No mama. Not feewing pee.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta try. C’mon, let’s go brush your teeth and sit on the potty.”
“Mama, noooo.”
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… I’ll make us breakfast then we get ready…” she held him in her arms and walked to the bathroom that was in hallway.
Fifteen minutes later, Malcolm and Y/n emerged from the bathroom, with a huge scowl on the little boy’s face and a victory smirk on his mama’s. A freshly showered Steve joined them in Malcolm’s room, laughing at the scene in front of him. Malcolm was only in his spiderman underwear, his small arms were folded on his chest and the look of grimace on his beautiful chubby face.
“C’mon Mal pal, you need to put your clothes on…” Y/n said exasperatedly.
“No mama, I don’t wana weaw this one.” He pointed at the blue Paw Petrol T-shirt. “I want my gween shirt.” He was still in the far-right corner of the room.
“But you didn’t pack the Dino shirt, baby. I showed you all the clothes before putting them in your backpack.”
Malcolm just huffed and ran to Y/n, wrapping himself on her leg. She bent down to his level, engulfing him in a comforting hug. “It’s okay if you don’t want to put this shirt on, you wana see the other shirts we packed?”
Malcolm nodded slightly, moving his head to show his watery eyes to Y/n, “I know you’re upset honey, but don’t worry we’ll find you other favorite shirt.” She smiled, kissing the top of his head. As she started to get up, Malcolm’s hold on her tightened, “don’t go mama, daddy pwease bwing my backpack.”
Steve, who was still there, entertained with his son’s antics, obliged immediately and brought the backpack over to Y/n where she was now sitting on the shag rug.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome, bubba. Do you want me to start prepping breakfast? Scrambled eggs and bacon?” Steve asked Y/n.
“Sure, we’ll do eggs.” She smiled. Steve ruffled Mal’s hair and made his way to the kitchen. Breakfast was not very eventful; Malcolm was back to his happy and chirpy self on the table. Mostly, he was excited to visit the Aquarium with his parents and delighted to eat his favorite breakfast made by his dad. They made a brief trip to Y/n’s house for her to get changed into something comfortable. She was still in Steve’s clothes, her outfit from the other night was way too formal for the day out.
Alice gave her an amused look when she opened the door for them and saw Y/n, she didn’t say anything, but her smile followed by a wink was pretty much telling. Y/n quickly changed into comfy jeans and a top and joined Steve and Malcolm in the living room where Malcolm was animatedly telling his Nono and Nana about his trip. Steve and Y/n decided on not bringing up the Eleanor topic to anyone yet. Though, he told her about having a conversation with his lawyer Natasha during the car ride to her house.
The Boston Aquarium trip was fun and memorable for them. Malcolm enjoyed it there greatly, and his parents got a moment to breathe and unwind. Y/n was still frazzled but Steve’s gentle squeezes and his continuous reassuring I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to Mal kept her from going off the deep end. Steve knew she was holding up on her fear and distress and he was doing the best he could to keep himself composed and not to go after Eleanor and rip her head off. He was angry, no, he was raging inside. Malcolm’s elated face was what gave them both a little sense of peace.
“Mama, when we go daddy’s house next?” Malcolm asked, snuggled up in Y/n as she was putting him to sleep.
“Whenever you want…”
“Ummmmm mowow’ …”
“You’re going to be there tomorrow, remember daddy picks you up after work.” She smiled at her son.
“But I wana don’t come back. You pick up me in the night.”
Y/n chuckled and placed a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead and nose, “You can stay at daddy’s place on the weekend.”
“… but mama I wana stay evewy day. I’ve so much fun with daddy.”
“You don’t enjoy here at Nono’s house?”
“Mmmm, I do but… mowe fun with daddy. Why we not wive with daddy? Mo’gan daddy an’ mommy wive in the same house. She has fun aww the time.”
Y/n looked at her baby’s face longer than she should have; Malcolm’s innocence broke her heart. He deserved to live with both his parents, in a house filled with love and happiness. And Y/n felt she was failing to provide it for her son. With a shaky voice and heavy heart, she gently tightened her grip around Malcolm, kissing all over his face.
“Sweetheart, I promise, we’ll figure something out, but it’s going to take time and I want you to be patient and nice to me and daddy. I promise daddy and I will do everything to give you a home you deserve, my love. We will try our best to be the happiest family for you… just be patient, okay… Daddy and I love you very much.” She kissed his face over and over, trying her best to keep her tears at bay.
“C’mon, close your eyes and start your rest, love. Mama will be here when you wake up.”
“Night night, mama.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
A single tear slid down her eye and absorbed in the pillow as she gently rubbed Malcolm’s back. Within ten minutes, he was out like a light. Y/n placed a light kiss on his cheek and sat up, resting against the bed head.
Steve, you up? She sent a text message to Steve and got his reply immediately.
Yup! Everything good?
Yeah! I think I might be calling in tomorrow. Just wana spend time with Mal. I’m keeping him at home.
And before you bug me with billion questions, I’m perfectly fine… She added in the next text knowing that Steve would worry about her.He sent an eye roll emoji to the latter part of her message.
I’m afraid your presence is important for the meeting tomorrow. I would have done it myself, but you understand the trends better than me and it is also your area of expertise.
Hm! I would do it online…
It’s an in-person meeting. I signed the notification on Friday, requesting everyone to be there.
Fine!
I’m sorry Y/n… but you can take a day off on Tuesday if you want. Remember we’re meeting Nat…
Yeah, I remember. And it’s okay I’ll be there.
Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
Good night.
Night.
Sleep didn’t come easy to both Steve and Y/n that night. Anticipation of what would happen and how things would go further kept swirling in their minds. Monday came and went in a blur, Y/n was exhausted by the end of the day and so was Steve. Tuesday came by with a lot of anxious nerves and snapping on Y/n’s part. Starting with Malcolm, when he was getting fussy after knowing that Steve wouldn’t be picking him up and he had to come back home with Nana because mama and daddy were working late. As expected, he threw some tantrums during breakfast and instead of calming him down and offering him negotiation like Y/n usually did, she yelled at her little boy. She had him have a full melt down, with sinking heart she put him in the car seat and drove them to the daycare while Malcolm was still cranky. He had another outburst where the teacher had to get him from Y/n’s arms. He wasn’t ready to let go of his mama, but Y/n didn’t stay longer to see him getting comforted by Alice who was called in by his teacher because the little boy wasn’t letting anyone touch him.
With the heaviest of heart, she was trying to focus on the designs spread across the table, but she couldn’t. Steve, Wanda, Pepper, and a few other colleagues who worked closely with her noticed her grumpiness and when Steve finally cornered her, she broke down. She was a sobbing mess in Steve’s arms, “I yelled at him. I hurt my Mal… I’m such a horrible mother. He’s going to hate me… he’d never love me, Steve… I became my mom.”
Steve let her cry in his chest, not once caring about his expensive shirt now stained with tears and mascara. He kept rubbing circles on her back and when he was sure that she was all done venting out, he made her sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her knees he made her look at him.
“Hey, you are not your mother! Malcolm is lucky to have you as his mom…”
“Steve, you – “
“I’m not finished yet. I know it is hard and trust me I’m scared too… I’m scared of losing you and Mal. That’s the biggest and only fear I have. And I promise you that I won’t let anything happen to our son.” He squeezed her knee and continued, “Nat is a great lawyer, the best I’ve known. I’m sure she’d come up with best solutions to completely eradicate Eleanor out of our lives.”
Y/n’s breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s name, she didn’t want her in their lives but the thought of cutting down everything from her abuser of a mother still hurt her heart.
“I’m here for you, Y/n. I will always be. Here…” he handed her some Kleenex, “c’mon, we’re gonna grab lunch, pick our boy up and head straight to my house.” He said getting up and walking up to his desk to turn off his computer.
“Wait, I thought we’d meet Natasha here, or some diner may be?”
“Nope, she suggested if we make it look like a personal trip for her.”
“Gosh! Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have saved Mal from a meltdown.”
“Well, Mal is still not part of the meeting but… I don’t care.” He shrugged. “C’mon, it’s already quarter after one, Taco Bell would probably be packed. Would you mind placing the takeout order?”
“Steve, I – I … what’re you doing?”
“What do you mean? You want to order something else?”
“Tch how are you so calm?”
“I’m not Y/n! I’m furious. I’m so fucking done with the mess I’ve created and now the two of you are dragged into it. I can’t wait to put everything out on the table… I know it’s going to get dirty for me and I won’t ask you to keep up with all the ugliness of my life, but I think I’m ready to know what happened four and a half years ago. I’m done drowning in my own guilt… I need answers.”
His beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears, pain and anger clearly reflecting through them. In two strides, she covered the distance between them, and circled her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.
“I want to be there for you too, Steve. I’m so glad that you’re finally looking for the answers.” She pulled away, and held his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you… thank you for being in our lives. Mal and I are grateful to have you…” She smiled with glossy eyes.
“Don’t thank me… I’ve done nothing… I wish I could protect you and Mal from everything that’s happening… I really wish I could…” A pain-stricken smile spread on his lips.
“Hey, you are doing your best… we’re gonna get through this… together.”
“Together.”
After taking a moment to themselves and shook off some anxiety, they both headed out together. Malcolm was ecstatic to see his parents, he ran straight into Y/n’s arms and stayed there while they talked to his teacher who informed them that he refused to eat both his morning snack and lunch and had been upset following the morning events.
“I’m sorry Mal-pal, I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just…” She whispered in his ears while he was still clinging to her.  Steve was setting out the lunch on the table.
“… it’s just… I’ve been…” She was struggling to explain her behavior to her son so that he would understand. “Would you forgive me… for not being good to you?” She sat him on the kitchen counter and looked into his beautiful blue eyes expectantly.
“I’s okay mama. I fowgive you.” Malcolm gave her a toothy smile that made Y/n cry in front of her son. She was smiling through her tears, placing feathery kisses on Malcolm’s face, whispering I’m sorry and I love you.
“Mama, no cwy. I’m okay. I’m not mad. I wove you too.” Malcolm’s small hands cupped her face, bringing her to his level he blew raspberries on her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her forehead causing her to burst into giggles. Steve recorded the moment on his phone, with a grin on his face.
In a few minutes, the room was filled with their shared laughter, the tension from earlier had dissipated into thin air like it wasn’t even there to begin with. Steve was cleaning the table when the doorbell rang, he knew it would be Natasha, he hollered over to inform Y/n about Nat’s arrival.
“Who’s Nat?” Malcolm asked, shifting from one foot to another.
“She’s daddy’s friend. You’re gonna see her when we go down. Be nice, okay Mal-pal?” Y/n was gently rubbing his wet hair with the towel.
“Why is she hewe?” he dropped the towel that was wrapped around his small frame.
“Mama and daddy have important work things to discuss with her. You can play in your room while we talk to her.” She put some baby lotion on his face and back.
“But I wana pway with you and daddy.”
“Honey, you can play with us after we have a big people talk.”
Malcolm pouted, “How many minutes she go?”
“In one hour, maybe two. I need you to be my good boy and listen to what I say. You might get an ice cream after dinner…”
He gasped loudly, “Ice cweam? Yayyy yayy…” he started jumping up and down in excitement.
“That’d be after dinner and only if you listen to mama and daddy.” She smiled, getting a hold of her son. She quickly brushed his slightly damp hair.
“Okie doks, mama… you cute.” He started hopping again.
“What? What’d you just say?” Y/n laughed, tickling him in the belly.
Malcolm’s infectious giggles were heard across the house, making Nat raise an eyebrow in Steve’s direction. She had a wide smirk on her face.
“I can see why you were so desperate to stay in Boston…” Natasha said, taking a sip of water from the glass.
Steve was about to give her a reply when Y/n and Malcolm walked down the stairs. Natasha gave Y/n a mesmerized look.
“Hi… I’m Y/n… nice to meet you…” Y/n shyly introduced herself with a small smile adorning her beautiful face, slightly flushed under Natasha’s stare. Natasha gave her a once over, silently praising her for the way she was carrying herself in fitted work clothes. Y/n was in one of the many Wanda’s creations, with barely- there makeup and hair down in light waves, she was looking ethereal. Nat was finding it hard to tear her gaze away from Y/n, she was good in reading faces and people’s vibes and in that moment the only thing she picked on was the fact that Y/n was indeed a loveable person.
“H-hey… so good to finally meet you. You really are so beautiful. Steve had gushed over you non-stop and now I see why he’s been such a hopeless lunatic… you’re gorgeous.” Natasha pulled her in for a hug.
“Thanks… for being so generous… I guess.” Y/n looked between Nat and Steve as she pulled back from the slightly awkward hug.
“Mal-pal, say hi…” she ushered the little boy in front of her who was hiding behind her legs.
“Hi Nat.”
“Aww… is he, are you Malcolm? Your dad talks about you and your mom all the time.”
Y/n looked towards Steve the same time he glanced at her. They smiled, holding each other’s gazes and it didn’t miss Natasha’s eagle eyes.
“My mama’s a’so cute, and daddy’s funny. He pways with me.”
“Aww… I love him already, he’s a mama’s boy.” Nat handed him a shopping bag she brought with her. It had toys for Malcolm.
“Oh, you didn’t have to…”
“Yes, I did… c’mon, it’s just a small present. By the way, he looks so much like you Y/n. Is Y/n okay or should I call you Ms. Carter?”
“Y/n is fine. And Thanks, you’re one of the few who thinks he looks like me.”
“Mamaaa, caws and fire twucks…” Malcolm squealed loudly. He opened the presents and showed them to Y/n and Steve.
“Wow Mal, what do you say when you get presents?”
“Thank you, Nat.,” he shyly said.
“You’re welcome.” Natasha smiled.
“C’mon, go play with your toys, buddy. We’re right here if you need anything.” Steve gently kissed Malcolm’s head.
“He’s just like you.” Nat cooed, seeing Malcolm leave the room.
“Yeah, but he looks a lot like me…” Steve looked between the two women who had wide smirk on their faces.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Rogers.” Nat raised an eyebrow, earning a chuckle from Y/n.
“You really need to get over yourself, Steve.” Y/n sassed.
“Wow!” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.
“… but seriously guys, you’ve made a beautiful baby. He’s a perfect mix of both of you.” Nat said getting comfortable on the couch. Steve and Y/n shared a sweet smile.
“Thanks Nat.”
“You’re welcome. So... you guys ready for some intense talk? I mean, I don’t want to scare you but Y/n, I hope you’re okay with it because a lot of it involves your mother.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with whatever you have to say.” Y/n nodded.
Nat inhaled deeply, “First things first, I need you guys to be completely honest with whatever you say. This is going to be a sensitive case for us. I ran a background check on Eleanor Rhodes – your mother, I didn’t have to because I already know a piece of shit, she is…”  Y/n shifted in her seat, as much as she was trying to keep her face expressionless, the mention of her mother brought discomfort in her demeanor, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nat.
“I’m sorry, Y/n, but… I know it is difficult for you…”
“It’s okay Natasha, you don’t have to apologize. I know the kind of woman my mother is… but I’m here, aren’t I?”
Gently nodding her head Nat continued, “Steve had kind a filled me in about what happened on the weekend, and I know about your relationship with her as well. Knowing her tactics, I would want you two to fill in the legal documentation for Malcolm’s custody…”
“I have already made the changes in the documents when Steve decided to stay here. He is in Mal’s record as his biological father.” Y/n politely interrupted Nat.
“Now, that’s awesome! Moving forward, I want to ask something? How is your relationship other than being Malcolm’s parents? Since you’re sharing the workspace as well… are you two platonic or there’s some resentment? Y/n, you go first…”
“I think we’re friendly now. It didn’t start off as ideally as it is now. I mean, obviously, I had concerns… I was afraid to let him back in our life but eventually I forgave him… for Malcolm.” She paused, and glanced towards Steve who had his eyes glued on her with a sad smile on his face. “I don’t want Malcolm to grow up not knowing his dad… I’d never seen him happy and cheerful the way Steve’s presence impacted him. I wanted him to experience all the joys of life with his dad, that I hadn’t have with mine.”
“So, you don’t regret your decision of letting Steve part of your life?” Nat knew she had twisted the question a little bit, damn her curiosity of knowing more about her current relationship with Steve.  
“No, I never had any regret making Steve part of Mal’s life… for now, I think we’re good.” Y/n was smart enough to understand Nat’s question and replied to her the way that would leave Nat unsatisfied.
“I’m impressed, Y/n.” She smirked, “You’re a one lucky man, Rogers. She’s a beauty with brain.” She threw a wink in Steve’s direction making Y/n furrow her brows.
“Sorry for being nosy but I’ve been fussing him to make a move on you, he’s just been a thick skull for not doing that. I know you’re dating an extremely hot lawyer, and I’m happy for you, but, damn, you and Steve have a solid history and consider me a fan girl, I totally ship you guys together.”
Y/n gave an incredulous look to Nat who shrugged at her sheepishly and earned a glare from Steve.
“I’m not dating Andy anymore.” Y/n cleared her throat looking from Steve’s wide eyes to Nat’s wide smirk. “Saturday night, we both called it off because we thought it was for the best if we stayed friends. I wasn’t ready and he wanted more…”
“You didn’t tell me.” Steve said in a timid voice.
“I would if I wasn’t so shocked over the reunion with my mom.”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry, I – I …”
“It’s okay Steve. There’s nothing to apologize.”
There was an awkward air in the room, Nat was the first one to clear her throat, “So, moving forward, are you two comfortable with co-parenting?”
“What does it mean? We are co-parenting, Nat!” Steve asked.
“What I mean to ask is, that once either of you start seeing someone else, would co-parenting still be the option you choose? Or would you settle down for custody? Because if that’s the case then you must be aware that you will be going to a legal process. My next question is based on what you’re going to say to me.”
Steve glanced at Y/n who was still deep in thought, a deep frown had formed between her eyebrows.
“It’s okay if you want to take time and think about it. Because Steve was previously linked to Peggy Carter. Whatever they had was very public. My concern, well, I know for sure that Eleanor will use it against you Y/n. I don’t know what she wanted from Steve but she’s desperate to get there and she won’t hesitate to put you on the line if it means that she gets what she wants.”
“I had called off the fucking engagement, I did everything I could to remove her completely from my life. I took the fuckin’ blame for ending it, I don’t understand why we are dragging Y/n into this?” Steve was exasperated.
“We’re not dragging Y/n, she is going to use every dirty tactic in the law book to bring you down. You’d hurt her ego. Whatever malicious plan she’d have, you’d ruined it. I’m sorry to say but Y/n and Malcolm would be the collateral damage. It is your fight, Steve.”
“Do you think I don’t fuckin’ know that? I know we’re in this mess because of me and I honestly want to change that, Nat. I just don’t know what to do… I can’t live with myself without getting all the answers.” Steve sadly looked at Nat. His worry lines were visible, and shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry Y/n, I know apologizing is not enough – “
“I know Steve, trust me I know. And I know it’s hard for you but I’m here, willing to fight whatever it is, with you.” she emphasized on with you.
Y/n didn’t give Steve a chance to say more, she shifted in her seat, inhaling a deep breath. “About your question, I think… I’m sure I wouldn’t want to change anything about co-parenting with Steve. I’m sure we’ll figure out something, when or if either of us would be ready to have a relationship.” She looked at Steve expectantly to which he nodded.
“I second that. We’re on the same page.”
“That’s a relief.” Nat chuckled, “It means less work for me.”
“Does people at your workplace know that the two of you have a son?”
“My assistant knows, she was babysitting Mal the day he met him for the first time. She was there.” Y/n told Nat.
“Do you think she had told other staff? I know gossips blow faster than the wind.”
“I honestly don’t know but even if she had, I don’t think I’d be worried about that. So far, Steve and I have been strictly professional about it.”
“Well, it’s time to let them know that Malcolm is made purely with your love and not a product of a one-night stand.” Nat carefully looked at Steve and Y/n, “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I want you guys to play safe here. With Eleanor I can’t guarantee how filthy it gets and if things go south and a judge gets involved, we’d need testimonies to prove a solid background. But don’t worry about it, I’ll try my best to take care of it. Meanwhile, just lay your groundwork.”
“Do you have any suggestions, Nat? I mean, we’re putting a very personal part of our lives out there… it’s not exactly very comfortable.” Steve asked.
“Just lay it out there in a subtle way, like… I don’t know, may be…” Nat paused for a moment and continued, “… may be throw a party, invite them over… give them hints of what you two had, a relationship, a connection… honestly, I don’t know. This is something PR handles, if you want, I can loop in Gamora, she handles our PR.” She looked at them expectantly.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.” Steve said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Are you sure about digging it?” Nat said in a serious tone.
“Yes. More than ever! I need to know what happened…” his frown deepened, and he looked towards Y/n who just nodded encouragingly.
“You deserve to know the truth Steve, and it’s about time you stop running from the...”
“I wasn’t running Nat, I was just… “he cut off Nat in the middle but couldn’t continue talking, a lump formed in his throat, and he let his head down fixing his stare on his open palms. “… the guilt’s been eating me alive…”
He murmured under his breath; Y/n looked at him sadly, not sure how to make him feel better.
Nat heaved a sigh, “Do you want me to document everything I’ve known so far as your statement, Steve? Something you might want to add.”
“Yes please. I’ve told you exactly what happened that night.”
“Yeah, he told me over drinks in a very colorful language.” Nat smirked looking at Y/n who just smiled half-heartedly.
“Okay, le’me go through it one more time and then I’ll get out of here.” Nat rubbed her palms together and sat straight, “So the night starts with your graduation party, everyone was there. And by everyone, means half of the people from your college, right? And you’ve had everything set up at the harbor front. Sarah and Bucky helped you in everything…” Y/n frowned; she didn’t know that part of the story. She looked at Steve in confusion. From his peripheral, Steve could feel her gaze, but he kept his eyes glued to the floor.
“… plan was to snuck Y/n out from the party, and then you were supposed to drive down to the harbor where you had planned to propose to her.” Y/n gasped loudly, getting Nat to look at her, “But once Y/n left you at the bar…. Y/n, you, okay? Do you know something else?” Nat asked Y/n in a professional tone.
Steve sucked in a breath, internally cursing Nat for bringing up the proposal part for Y/n to know. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory for him, the ring he had bought for her was still in the top drawer of his closet, a reminder of his epic failure.
“Umm I think I need some air… You carry on Nat.” She got up, in her hurry to leave the room her knee collided with the coffee table, a painful hiss escaped her lips.
“Y/n… You okay.”
 “I’m okay, I’m okay…” She held her hand up, signaling Steve to not get up from his seat and made a beeline to the kitchen door that opened in the patio.
Nat’s eyes were fixed on her figure and once she saw her figure disappeared, Steve snarled at her, “What the fuck were you thinking Nat?”
“Thank me later, Rogers. I just did a favor, besides how long were you planning to keep it from her?” a wide satisfactory smirk adorned her beautiful face.
“It wasn’t really an important detail, not after what happened. It doesn’t matter now.”
“It does! Every single detail that you think is not worth mentioning is important when you’re preparing to file a case against someone. You have no idea how things could get ugly, its fucking Eleanor we’re talking about.”
“Damn it…” Steve muttered under his breath.
“Go, talk to her.” Nat said with a lope- sided grin. “She could be expecting you, now shoo…”
“Nat… I don’t know, it’s not easy.”
“Since when you have been looking for easy? Go!”
Steve shook his head and walked towards the patio, his heart hammering in his chest. He gently opened the door and stepped outside, seeing her back towards him. She turned around to look at him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Y/n… I - I can explain…” his throat went dry.
“N-no, Steve, just for once stop explaining things to me.” She frowned but her voice was wavering. She took a small step toward him. “… for once stop being contrite for everything you do.” She chuckled painfully, “I don’t know what I’m trying to say here… I don’t know…” she came closer to him, placing her palms gently on his chest, “You bought a ring for me?” Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she had a smile on her face.
“Yeah, I did.” He whispered; his face was mirroring hers. Teary eyes and a beautiful smile. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug, he welcomed the warmth of her embrace tucking his head in the crook of her neck. They relished in each other’s arms, gentle squeezes, and quiet whimpers as if they were back to their youth where the only concern was to stay together no matter what. There was so much to say but they both opted to just be in each other’s proximity.
“When were you going to tell me about the ring?” Y/n pulled back a little to look straight into his eyes.
“Never!” came his prompt answer.
“Why?” She frowned.
“I don’t know, Y/n? Things haven’t been perfect for us lately. I still don’t know if we’re us to be honest.”
“I wish I could give you an answer for that.” She looked down sadly.
“Hey! You don’t have to say anything. I totally understand…” He softly lifted her chin making her look into his eyes.
“But now that I know…” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingered between his eyes and lips, “…you think it’d make a difference?”
“I like to think it would, but I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He involuntarily leaned into her.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about…” She chuckled lightly. “…with everything going on… I feel like I’m going crazy.” She gently brushed her thumb over the corner of his lips and sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. Just then, they both heard a soft knock on the sliding glass door behind them. They turned around to see their little boy’s face pressed into the glass and a small pout on his pushed-up lips. Steve let out a laugh as he stepped towards the door and slid it open.
“Daddy, mama….” Malcolm jumped into Steve’s arms, Natasha making her way behind him with her signature smirk.
“Aunty Nat said she can get me passes for Wegowand in ‘ew Yowk. I’s huge, she said.” He excitedly told Steve and Y/n who came to stand beside him and seeing their son’s excitement. “I wike Aunty Nat.” He whispered the part in Steve’s ear but loud enough for all three adults to hear and laugh.
“Aunty Nat huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow towards Nat who just shrugged and looked at Y/n whose gaze was at her. Y/n returned Nat’s smile and stepped inside the house.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing up the ring thing… I know it wasn’t my place, but Steve would never…” She paused for a second and looked where Steve and Malcolm were still on the patio laughing at something. “… I just thought you deserve to know that.” Nat rushed the latter.
“How long do you know Steve?” Y/n asked softly.
“Just last four years.”
“Mhmm...” Y/n nodded, still having the distinct look on her face. Nat quickly picked up on the awkward silence between the two of them.
“Just so you know, I’m not on the list of women he had slept with.” Nat’s smirk returned; Y/n looked at her quizzically. “We met when I was already engaged to Bruce, besides Steve is not my type.”
“You don’t have to explain, Natasha… I trusted Steve when he told me that you’re a good friend. It’s just – I think you might take the awkwardness in a wrong way but it’s not that… it’s just… you know so much about my mom and I’m just trying to process everything, you know what I mean?”
“I know” a friendly smile appeared on Nat’s face, “… but sugar coating the truth is not me, Y/n. Eleanor’s track record has been perilous, I can’t side-eye that just because she’s your mother.” Nat’s tone was gentle but professional.
“I’m not asking you to do that. It’s just… I – I don’t…” Y/n contemplated in her mind if she should tell Nat about Peggy’s email and what it said or may be just tell Steve first – perhaps ask her dad now that the lawyer was involved it’d be impossible to keep it a secret. No, she couldn’t do that to Steve.
“…” She felt Nat’s eyes on her, waiting intently for her to continue.
“Never mind.” Y/n gave her a fixated smile. “You want something… snacks? Drink? Anything? I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” She opened the pantry and looked for some quick snacks to fix, Nat could easily read her anxiety.
“Oh boy,” Y/n muttered under her breath, “seems like Steve needs to do some groceries. Here, have some pretzels.” She took out the box of pretzels and put it on the counter. “… and some mozzarella sticks, I can air-fry ‘em for you.”   
Nat laughed shaking her head, “You’re offering me Malcolm’s snacks?”
“That’s all I have here.” Y/n chuckled lightly; she took out two glasses from the cupboard, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the refrigerator. She poured more than a half glass for both and moved the glass towards Nat.
“Can’t say no to this…” Nat took a sip, “thanks.”
Y/n gulped down the cold liquor in quaff, placing her empty glass in the sink.
“Woah! That was super quick.” Nat raised an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t usually do it but… I think I needed it today.” Y/n said with a tight smile.
“We all do, once in a while.” Nat shrugged taking a sip from her drink. “You know, you really gave him a purpose… to life.” Nat said, looking out the glass door where Steve and Malcolm were now playing with the throwball. Y/n followed her gaze and smiled.
“It’s our little boy… he gave both of us a purpose.”
“For Steve, it’s you and Malcolm.” Nat emphasized on you. “This is the first time in four years I’m seeing Steve genuinely happy and it’s because of you.” Nat softly said with a smile. “… he belongs with you, Y/n.”
Y/n’s gaze moved from the glass door where she was looking at her whole world playing and laughing together, realizing in that moment that Steve had indeed made her life complete, that he had given her Malcolm when he wasn’t there for her. He had left a part of him in the form of their little one, he never abandoned her. She looked at Nat with a smile, “Maybe I should plan a little catch up before we dive further into this mess. Just the two of us, dig you a bit, get some info on my child’s father.”
Nat chortled, shaking her head; “I look forward to that. I’m here for all the juicy stuff.”
“Let’s do it.” They both laughed.
“You sure you can handle that?” Nat winked.
“Try me.” Y/n challenged.
Steve made his appearance with Malcolm on his piggyback laughing hysterically at some silly noise his father just made.
“Mama, daddy don’t know ‘bout old Mcdona’d had a farm… he said unc’e Mcdona’d was his neighbor…” A loud cackle echoed in the room when Steve rolled Malcolm upside down not letting him finish.
“He doesn’t have to know that…” Y/n chuckled narrowing her eyes at Steve at their old joke. Uncle Macdonald was Sarah’s old neighbor and Steve used to hide in one of the branches of his old tree that was crossing the Line fences separating the two houses and landed himself in trouble every time he’d climbed up that big tree.
Y/n crouched down and looked at their giggling son, she opened her arms for him with a smile and Malcolm ran straight into her. Steve took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge, twisting the cap he gulped down the liquid quickly. Nat cleared her throat, and smirked at Steve, “I should be get going.”
“You’re not staying for dinner? We can order something in…” Y/n said standing up, Malcolm in her arms.
“Thank you, Y/n, but maybe next time… got a lot of stuff piled up for me.” She said taking a last sip of her drink.
“Thank you for flying down here, Nat. I appreciate it.” Steve came to stand beside Y/n.
“You better make it worth my while.” Nat said meaningfully, causing Y/n to chuckle and Steve glared at her.
“Hit me up when you’re in mood for gossip.” Nat winked at Y/n and gave her a side hug. Malcolm was still sitting on his mama’s hip. She slid her business card in Y/n’s hand and ruffled Malcolm’s silky hair. “For sure! Thanks Nat.” Y/n smiled.
“Bye sunshine, I’ll see you around.”
“Bye Aunty Nat.” Malcolm put his head in Y/n’s neck, rubbing his eye, evidently tired.
“I’ll keep you guys posted on everything. Meanwhile, if you think of anything worth sharing, just give me a call.” Nat said looking at Y/n to which she nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” Steve said, “Thanks again, Nat.” he opened the door for her to step out and he followed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She smiled and pulled Steve in a friendly hug, “Follow your heart, Steve.” She pulled back and smirked at him.
“Yeah, right.” Steve scoffed.
“We have what we have when we have it…” She gave a gentle tug on his forearm.
“Nat, I- I”
“You got this, Steve.” With one last bye Nat walked down the concrete steps and got into Uber.
Steve waved a goodbye and sighed deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air he pondered over Nat’s words follow your heart, he repeated the words in his head and smiled contentedly. He turned around and headed inside the house with a small smile still playing on his lips. Looking around he found Malcolm sprawled on the couch watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Y/n was nowhere in sight.
“Hey bubba, where’s mama?” Steve leaned down kissing Malcolm’s head.
“Dunno.” He shrugged; eyes glued on the TV screen. “Mamaaaa, whe’e you?” He hollered making Steve chuckle.
“In your bedroom.” Y/n’s voice came in.
“Mama in my bedwoom, daddy.”
“Yeah… thanks buddy.” Steve muttered and came in front of Malcolm’s line of vision blocking him from the screen. A small frown immediately formed on his face as he looked at Steve making him laugh out loud.
“Daddy…”
“Yes bubba…” Steve laughed, ruffled his hair, and kept trying to block his view of the screen.
“Daddy, move…” this time he sounded little annoyed, and Steve kissed him hard on the cheeks and got up. He saw Y/n coming down the stairs with Malcolm’s backpack and his socks and shoes in her hands.
“Steve, I tidied up his room…” She put the backpack on the couch and sat down beside Malcolm to put the socks on his feet. “… and I think I don’t have to take the truck Nat got him. He’s got enough toys there… he doesn’t need another set of truck, also I’m leaving some of his clothes here as well.” She got up and walked towards the kitchen, Steve followed her like a lost puppy. Opening the pantry, she gave it a look over and turned around to see Steve leaning against the counter.
“I will send you a list of couple things for Mal so when you do grocery you’d remember.” She quickly typed something in her phone.
“We can go… together… if you want too of course… I mean if its not a problem…” Steve didn’t know why the nerves got him unexpectedly, it wasn’t like he was asking her out on a date. Oh, had he remembered their very first date in high school, his dad drove them to Coney Island. It had been so long, but he still missed his father, he still missed their Saturday morning fishing trips to Brooklyn Bridge Park at the western end – he simply missed his presence, and he knew the value of his own existence in Malcolm’s life. A warm touch of Y/n’s hand brought him out of his reverie, making him clear his throat.
“… earth to Steve…”
“Yeah, I’m here… I’m here…”
“Are you?” she raised her eyebrow playfully.
Steve smiled at her sheepishly, “I kinda spaced out… any way I – “
“Anyway, I’m fine with that. I was thinking we could go on the weekend; I’ve got couple things that I need to do so we’ll check it off the list. And I also wanted to show you what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday and if you want to put in something that’d be great.” She smiled, leaving him mesmerized. “Oh, before he falls asleep, would you mind dropping us off? My car’s still in the parking lot. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”
“I like it.” He cleared his throat again, “I mean I like seeing you like that… I love this about you, I – I mean…” Y/n chuckled. “Gosh, I’m making it awkward.” He roughly combed his hair with his fingers.
Y/n took a step forward, “I get what you’re trying to say…” she has her signature smile spread across her beautiful face. Steve inhaled in the scent of her perfume, intoxicating his senses.
“I’m just trying to focus on Mal’s birthday right now. Talking with Nat was a lot more helpful than I thought. I am still scared though… but I’m trying not to get it affect me, Steve… you know what I mean. I just want to make it memorable for him… it is going to be his first birthday with you – you don’t know what it means to him and … to me.” Her voice wavered with emotions and Steve took a step in her direction, closing the distance between them.
“Hey…” He cupped her cheek gently and looked straight into her eyes, his intense gaze holding hers, tears glistening her eyes.
“I’m okay.” She smiled as the tears bubbled over, without wasting a moment Steve wiped it away with his thumb.
“I know.”
“I’m okay and it’s because of you, Steve.” She pulled Steve closer, still holding her, he leaned in to place his forehead against hers.
“Y/n, I…”
“Yeah?”
She blinked, leaning in a bit closer. Steve opened his mouth, but no words came in, he mirrored her action and moved his face closer, her breath tingling his lips. She nodded at his silent permission and Steve gently pressed his lips on hers. The kiss was soft and delicate, like butterfly wings. It was warm and tender and intimate. It was perfect. Her lips were tingling when Steve pulled back, resting his forehead on hers again.
“I love you.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Steve, I – “
“You don’t have to say it back. Take your time, as much you want. I’m just letting you know how I feel about you. No rush, sweetheart.”
Y/n nodded, giving him a shy smile. “You, okay?”
“Never better.” He gave her a toothy grin that made her laugh. Shaking her head, she pushed him lightly in his abs and walked towards where Malcolm was still engrossed in the TV screen.
“All done Mal-pal. Go use the bathroom before we leave.”
“No feewing mama.” He whined and went back to watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
“Oh no no… we’re trying buddy.” She made him sit up, but the little boy crawled up to his mama’s lap, resting his head on her shoulder.
“I so tiwed, mama.”
“I’d help you, honey. C’mon…”
Once settled in the car, Steve and Y/n tried to keep Malcolm awake for the twenty-minute journey. Most of the part it was Steve being goofy with his son.
“Mm so yummy Nana.” Malcolm said mouth full of nuggets, his favorite dinner.
“Mal-pal, we don’t talk with food in our mouth.” Y/n whispered in his ear.
“But mama so yummy. I say thank you?” He whispered loudly.
“First, finish the food in your mouth then say thank you.”
“Thank you, Nana. I so…. Ummm… thank you…”
“You’re very welcome, love.” Alice said while laughing with everybody. The dinner passed with light conversation and some laughter here and there.
While Steve put Malcolm to bed, Y/n helped Alice clean up the kitchen. They both were having a light conversation when Steve came down the stairs, ready to leave.
“That was quick.” Alice said wiping her hands with the towel, “Would you like to have some tea?”
“Umm…” Steve seemed a bit tentative.
“You wouldn’t wana miss it.” Y/n came to stand beside Steve after loading the dishwasher. “Alice’s special.” The chirpiness in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Alice, her smile widened when Steve looked at Y/n the same way Malcolm looked at her – with utmost love. She made a mental note of mentioning it to her husband who still sometimes got over-protective over Y/n.
“Sure.” Steve smiled.
“Ahuh, we could…” she paused, “Do you wana see what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday? Wait, let me get my iPad.”
“Here you go.” Alice placed a cup in front of Steve as Y/n left to get her device, he thanked her with a smile.
“You can take your cup to her room, you know.” Alice smiled with a raised eyebrow when Steve’s eyes stayed glued to his cup for a bit longer.
“Uhm… Itsokay – a-are you sure?”
“Positive.” Alice laughed; she patted him lightly on the shoulder as she passed him to go to her room. Y/n climbed down the stairs receiving a wink from Alice she asked amused, “Did I miss something?”
“Just Steve being … Steve-vie.” Alice hollered over the staircase making Y/n scrunch her nose.
“So, do you like the tea?”
“Y-yeah it’s great.”
Steve cleared his throat as Y/n stepped into his personal space.
“It’s okay if you don’t like it.”
She gently grabbed the still hot cup from his hold, placing her lips on the same spot where Steve had a sip from. Steve was already having a hard time shaking their brief kiss off his mind and seeing her doing that spasmed his heart with emotions, particularly desire - desire to feel her lips against his again. It was an innocent act on her part, yet he found it extremely hot.
“She brings some old herbs from the flea market to make this tea. Bucky doesn’t like it either.” She placed the cup on the kitchen counter and turned on her iPad. Once she pulled up her illustrations on the screen which were basically a fancy truck themed floor plan of his backyard, she started showing how she wanted to incorporate activity station for kids, cake table and DIY dump truck photo booth with the theme because Malcolm was obsessed with anything with wheels. Steve wasn’t really focused but still responding to her with mhm and great. His eyes were on her face, her long lashes, her lips, and scrunched eyebrows when she pointed to the photo booth corner and told him that she was not sure about it. His eyes fell on her slender neck, her sweet spot just above her clavicle –
“What?” Y/n turned to face him and asked.
“What, what?” He was caught red handed.
“You’re not paying attention” She put away her iPad.
“I am.” He lied, well partially. “… everything is perfect, I don’t want to change anything.” He had a glint of amusement in his eyes.
She frowned at him, “Not even once have I said something about making changes. I just wanted to – you know what, forget it.”  She sighed and walked across the counter to sit on one of the bar stools.
“Hey, I’m sorry…” He came near her, “… I got a little distracted.”
“Yeah, I know. I was that distraction.”
Steve smiled, “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing, it is NOT.”
“Steve, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” He sat beside her.
It took her a minute or two to gather her thoughts, he waited patiently trying to read the contort of her face.
“What do you want us to be? You and me?” She was straight to the point.
“It depends on you. I’m happy with whatever you decide us to be.” His answer was prompt.
“I’m asking you, Steve.” She sounded a little frustrated.
“And I just told you. I’m happy to be a part of your life, yours, and Mal’s – in whatever capacity.”
“This is not the answer I want Steve. I want you to tell me what you want moving forward. What do you expect of us?”
Steve smiled and moved his hand to cover hers, intertwining their fingers gently, he leaned forward and placed a feathery kiss on her cheek.
“I want us to be us – however long it takes.” His intense gaze was holding his raw emotions, and she knew that he wasn’t lying. He meant every word he said.
“I’m ready to take the next step, only when you are ready, Y/n. I know it won’t be easy but I’m here and I want to stay by your side for as long as you want me in your life. It does not mean that I want to rush you into making any decision, I just want to be here, with you and our son, in any capacity you allow me to be. I know we have a long a way to go back to what we had before, and I know it in my heart that it’s worth the wait. You set the pace – I’d happily follow your lead, Y/n.”
He smiled, his boyish grin that was just fixed for her and what she did next wasn’t just a reflex of his words, it was her assurance to him – what she wanted. She pulled him close by the neck and placed her lips on to his. Steve responded with equal eagerness. Her lips were soft and inviting, faintly tasted like the tea she just sipped on a couple minutes ago. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside causing her to moan softly. Groaning, Steve rose from the bar stool and came to stand between legs without breaking the kiss. Her arms now circled around his neck, pulling him closer. He cupped her cheeks and pressed into her when she tugged at his hair. The kiss was filled with love and passion, it was just about the purity of their feelings for each other. There wasn’t any lust but longing for each other, both wanted to show the other that despite four years between them, their love for each other remained – unscathed and lasting.
Y/n pulled away first, Steve kissed the tip of her nose and then placed his forehead on hers. They both chuckled while catching their breath.
“It was … perfect. Wasn’t it?” Y/n whispered, savoring in their proximity.
“Mhmm…” He kissed her on forehead and pulled away to take his spot on the stool. She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers.
“Maybe I don’t want to go back to what we had…” She carefully chose her words, noticing that Steve was holding his breath. “…. Maybe… I just want to move forward as parents first, doesn’t mean that I don’t cherish what we had before. We brought life into this world, that’s how beautiful our relationship was. Mal is precious for both of us and whatever we decide will have direct impact on our son.”
She squeezed his hand softly, smiling she continued, “Parenting is not easy, Steve. It means a lot of sacrifices on our part. It also means disagreements… and it would probably lead us to deal with a sudden outburst and tantrums, he’s handful when he’s sick. We wouldn’t be in our best behaviors all the time, means it comes to a point where we would snap at each other. Sometimes it means ‘us’ would be on the back burner because our child’s needs come first. Back then it was just the two of us, we’d fight, and we made up but now we can’t have arguments in front of him.”
Y/n looked at him expectantly, “I know I’m drawing the worst-case scenarios here, because… somewhere deep inside I’m still the same teenager Y/n who was shit scared of her mother…” her eyes glistened, it took all of Steve’s strength to not hold her in his arms, but he let her continue.
“… that part of me still tricks my brain into believing that nothing good would ever happen to me. And last four years had made it worse.”
“It is not true.” Steve caressed her cheek.
“I know. I have learned to live with it, in fact, according to my therapist I’m doing a pretty good job with handling my anxiety.”
“Therapist?”
“Yup! I had a sever case of post-partum depression and had to seek help… but that’s the story for another day.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile and he nodded in understanding.
“So…” She sighed, “if you’re still willing to be a part of my life, would you be onboard with the bad parts of it too?”
Steve leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Is that a, yes?” she smiled on the tingling feeling of his lips.
“You have a doubt?” He pecked her lips again.
She shrugged her shoulders, “could you be more convincing?”
Steve laughed and captured her lips in yet another deep kiss and when they broke apart, she pulled him in a hug. She closed her eyes and breathed into the crook of his neck. The distant smell of his cologne was comforting her, she stayed in his arms savoring the warmth and solace in him. It had been almost five years since she felt at peace and it was in this moment, in his arms, that she finally found tranquility.
“Hey, you with me?” Steve asked in a whisper. She was so quiet that he had to confirm if she was awake.
“Mhmm…” She slightly pulled away to face him. “Can we take ‘us’ slow? Like turtle speed slow? Sneaking around, stealing moments for us and see how it goes?”
“Yes, absolutely.” He returned her smile with love filled eyes.
“You won’t ask me anything?”
“About what? I think everything we settled on is pretty straight forward.”
“So? Coffee or hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate. And I’m making it.” Steve said walking towards the refrigerator to take out milk.
“If you insist.” She shrugged playfully. The next couple minutes were spent in comfortable silence, while Steve focused on making hot chocolate Y/n just sat there in the kitchen watching him.
“Ya’ know staring is considered rude.” He placed a steamy mug in front of her and came to sit down on his previous spot.
“I’m not staring.”
“Ahuh.”  
“What? I was thinking about something else.”
“I believe you.” he smirked.
“You’re being a sarcastic jerk to me!” she playfully hit him on the arm.
As they both settled down from a shared laugh, she took a sip from her hot drink. Steve looked at her face expectantly, noticing the way she had closed her eyes enjoying the taste of the hot chocolate in her mouth. It wasn’t an instant mixed hot chocolate; Steve had made it from scratch.
“Mmmm… this is so good.” She almost whispered.
“Thanks. Glad you like it.”
“I didn’t know I’ve been missing your hot chocolate more than I missed you.” She licked her lips.
Steve chuckled, “I’ll make you whenever you want to have one.”
“But you’d never share the secret recipe, Steve? You used to make it almost every night for me when we were young. Remember the exam nights, this hot chocolate did wonders.”
“I remember it all too well, Y/n.” He smiled but it wasn’t reaching his eyes, he took a sip from his own cup. “… It’s my dad’s recipe.”
Y/n looked at him like she had seen a ghost, her face went pale. Steve’s eyes were fixed on his cup else he wouldn’t have continued.
“When I first told dad how I felt about you, he told me that I’d have to do something extra ordinary to win you over. He shared his recipe with me, the same one he used when he and ma started dating. This is something very personal to me, close to my heart. He never shared it with Ma, he’d always fix some for her after dinner… It’s been years but I still miss him. I look up to him whenever I’m with Mal. I just… think about how he was with me when I was a kid and instantly, I know what to do. I wish I’d be half of a person my dad was to our son… wish there was a way I could tell him that ‘hey dad, your loser of a son is a father now.’” His eyes were distant, and a sad smile plastered his beautiful features. Y/n reached out to hold his hand but stopped not knowing what to say to him. Suddenly, she held herself accountable for something her mother had done years ago. How would she ever be able to tell him that her mother was the reason he lost his father.
“Hey… hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/n, tch… sweetheart…” When he finally turned his face to see a wet trail on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry Steve.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, Y/n.” And she looked at him with pain-stricken expression.
“I wish… I could be of help.” She snuffed. “You can talk to me about him, you know that right?”
He nodded with a small smile and moved on to talk about Malcolm’s birthday party arrangements. While they discussed a few things keeping in mind what Nat had told them earlier in the day, Y/n knew what she had to do at the end of their conversation. When Steve left, giving her yet another amazing good night kiss, she didn’t miss a moment to forward Peggy’s email to Natasha. She didn’t know if it was a hasty move, all she knew was that she couldn’t keep this information from Steve. Within ten minutes, she got a text message from Natasha.
-does Steve know about this?
-No.
-okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
-sure. Thanks Nat.
-Don’t thank me yet. You’ve been sitting on a bomb.
-I didn’t know what to do.
-We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Night.
-G’night.
As she lay down in the comfort of her bed, she wondered if she had done the right thing. She wanted to think about herself and Steve, and their future together but she couldn’t get Steve’s words out of her mind. Tossing and turning in bed, when sleep finally embraced her, she was jolted awake by the sound of Malcolm crying. She jumped out of her bed making a beeline towards Malcolm’s room.
“Mal-pal, what’s wrong?” She took him in her arms, slightly rubbing his back. “See mama is right here. Did you have a nightmare?”
He nodded with a sob.
“Okay, sweetheart. Here, take a sip of water and look at me.” She passed a water bottle, “You’re okay, everything is alright. It was just a nightmare. You wana tell me about it?”
“No wemembe’. But was scawy.” He sniffled between the words.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Okay? We’ll bring a new flashlight for your bedside table.” She set him down on the bed again, gently rubbing his back and she put herself in a comfortable position beside him and closed her eyes.
The next time she woke up with Alice gently calling out her name, letting her know that it was quarter to eight. Malcolm was still asleep on her chest, she put him down softly and got out of his bed, assuring Alice that she was okay, but she wasn’t. A slight pound of headache was making its way and before it got worse, she needed to take a shower and get ready for work.
She joined her dad and Alice at the breakfast table with unusually quiet Malcolm. She poured some coffee in her cup and made bite size pieces of pancake for her son.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Daniel asked. “Hey champ, you didn’t say good morning to Nono and Nana.”
Malcolm looked at his mama and then his Nono, “I had a nightma’e. I no sweep good.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, buddy. What can we do to make you feel good?”
Malcolm looked towards Y/n who smiled at him, “Dunno.” He shrugged.
“How about a shopping trip? I heard someone’s birthday is just around the corner and we think if we can go gift shopping…?”
Malcolm’s face light up immediately, “Its my birthday Nono, in…. twe’ve days.” He got excited.
“Okay, then I will pick Nono and Mal from the day care in the evening and we’ll go shopping.”
“… and we eat ice cweam too, Nana.” He said with mouth full, thrilled, and delighted.
Y/n leaned down to place a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead, this time she genuinely smiled seeing the happiness on her son’s face. Her heart melted and she gave another kiss in his hair before getting up and heading to the kitchen cabinet, taking out two tablets of Tylenol, she popped them in her mouth. Her phone on the counter started buzzing, seeing Natasha’s name on the screen, she stepped out of the kitchen clutching the phone in her hand.
“Hey Natasha!”
“Hey wassup?” Natasha chirped in her carefree tone. “And you can call me Nat. you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Y/n was amused at her confidence.
“Oh! May be not yet but I can see it happening.” It’s the way that Nat said it had made Y/n chuckle, finally easing up her tensed muscles.
“My alleged boyfriend told me you were a lawyer, didn’t know you could read future.”
Nat laughed out loud through the phone, “I like you… gosh why didn’t we meet earlier. You’d have been my best friend.”
“Thanks Nat.” She smiled.
“You’re welcome, Y/n…”
“What do you think about the email, Nat? I’ve been sitting on it for almost a month.”
“Oh boy!” Nat heaved a sigh, “Have you told Steve about it?”
“No! I wanted to but my dad told me not to…” She explained why her dad didn’t want Steve to know about this email.
“He’s right though, I respect your Daniel Carter, wouldn’t questioned his judgment. But its about you and Steve.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, the truth about his dad will eventually come out because Steve has filed a case against her. I’m gathering all the proof before I send an official court notice to her. And this email is solid evidence… its totally up to you if you want to tell Steve or just stay quiet…”
“How could I stay quiet, Nat. Just the other day, he told me how much he misses his dad, how much he still looks up to him… that’s unfair… I can’t hide it from him, but I’m also scared… scared that he would do something reckless. I don’t even know at this point.” Y/n was frustrated.
“I get what you’re saying. But it’s your choice to make, Y/n. If you don’t want to tell him, I wouldn’t let him know that you helped me with this evidence. You still have time to think over it though. I’m handling everything the best I can. I appreciate that you sent it to me, I’ll put together everything I have gathered against her. I would suggest you just chill and enjoy prepping for your little one’s birthday party.”
“Yeah… Thanks Nat. I seriously had no clue…”
“Don’t worry about it… unless I asked you to.” She laughed.
“I will try my best not to…” Y/n chuckled. With the sound of door opening, Malcolm rushed off to his mama and wrap himself on her thigh.
“Mama, you talk with daddy. I too.”
“I’m not, Mal-pal. Its Aunty Nat on the phone.” She ruffled his silky golden locks.
“I wana talk to daddy.” He whined.
“You will, sweetheart. Just be patient. Let me finish up with Aunty Nat.”
Nat, in the background cooed over Malcolm telling Y/n to give him a kiss for her. Once she ended the call with Nat, she Face- timed Steve and gave the phone to excited Malcolm as she walked them back inside. While he was busy with Steve, she started getting ready for work. After conversing with Nat, she was able to put aside her stress and think positively of the situation. If it was up to her to let Steve know about his dad, then she would make sure that she’d do it sooner rather than later. She didn’t want to build a relationship with him, keeping secrets from him. She had no idea how he would react, maybe he’d do exactly same what her dad had deduced that is going rampage after her mother, but she hoped it wouldn’t be the case because Steve had already filed a case against Eleanor.
Y/n settled on waiting until after Malcolm’s birthday party, then she would let Steve know the truth. Giving herself a satisfied look in a full-length mirror, she headed out to find her son who happened to be a big fan of his father. She smiled seeing him sprawled out on the couch where she left him, in a deep conversation about garbage trucks and their history. She waited patiently for them to end the call while also wondering about finally starting something with Steve. Even to this day and what they had gone through in the past four years, her heart still fluttered, and butterflies still erupted in her stomach to the idea of finally having a significant relationship with Steve. There’d be ups and downs, moments when they both needed space from each other but in her heart, she knew that they would be just fine together.
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zaraomarrogers · 1 month
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First, can I just give you a hug?? And cry happy tears because the way you have written this part was just ethereal - heavenly magical. And also because I love the love they have 🥰❤
Steve's tenderness and love for her had warmed my heart. I love the love he made to her. It couldn't be more perfect. The softness of the scene was so empowering that I had to wipe a tear or two cause it felt all real when she asked him 'how would she make him feel good' , and how happy it made me for Steve and his girl. Stevie deserves all the love ❤❤ so does our uptown girl. I don't know whats gonna happen in part 3 because my heart broke when Steve told her 'I dont know where we're going...' 😭 all I know is that they both deserve a win❤
I love how you love Steve because it shows in the way you write him. This is the first series of yours I'm reading and I'm in awe of the beauty of your writing❤❤❤ I wish I had money and resources to make a Netfilx original out of this fic cause it deserves to be seen and recognised by the world. The magic of love you've created in this story 👏👏❤❤
I'm sorry it took me ages to get to the second part, life's been crazy for me with school and work.
I'm sending you love, hugs and positive vibes. Hope you're having a fantastic day/night 💕
- your fan 🤗
Grease and Pearls - Pt.2
Boy Meets Girl
Type: One-shot turned three-shot (because does anyone really want a 17k in one go?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (main), Tony/Reader, Tony/Pepper
Word count: 7400 (yeah, you read it right)
Summary: 
An uptown girl met a downtown guy with a heart of gold. Oh, and he’s handsome too. It inevitably leads to their relationship blossoming and developping… 
For @cxptain ’s challenge. Prompt: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel
A/N: This 18+ chapter got so much longer than I intended. Welcome to smut. I blame certain individuals I’ve been talking with online when I was writing this story. I bet you know who you are, yes, you.
Warnings: swearing, attempt at smut, nsfw, first times, little bit of blood, …fluff?
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Part 1
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July blended into August and love was in the air. There was no exaggeration here – that was exactly how Steve felt.
Call him a dork.
Call him a sap.
Call him an idiot.
He wouldn’t care.
Two more dates had been arranged and Steve knew that he was getting way too deep, considering all the risks, considering that the relationship he had fallen into head first was doomed before it even started– but he didn’t want to think about that.
A love-struck smile was tugging on his lips as he worked on a Lincoln Mark VI Continental, a highbrow kind of car for sure, and his mind simply couldn’t but wander to her. 
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Yessss… Nat is the queen 👸
Things will get worse before it gets better right??? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ just throwing it out there.
Thank you for your support and also for reblogging ❤️
Always And Forever - 17
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of mental health. 18+ content, MINORS DNI
WC: 11,876
A/N: I know its been the longest since I updated. I've been swamped with school, work and life. This chapter is step one in wrapping up this story. please reblog and comment and let me know what you think.
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The sun poured through the wall-sized window of Steve’s bedroom, casting an orange glow around the peacefully sleeping parents who were blissfully unaware of their almost four-year old’s presence in the room. Malcolm whooped to see Y/n wrapped in Steve’s arms and let out a squeal when he realized that his mama was here with him at his daddy’s house. He jumped on the bed and tried to fit himself in between his parents but much to his disappointment there wasn’t any space for him.
“Daddy wakey… move…” he nudged at Steve’s side, “wakey time, daddy. I wana hug mama.”
Steve groaned and pressed Y/n further into him, “Go back to sleep, buddy. It’s too early.” He mumbled sleepily.
“Mama… wakey… daddy’s not moving. I wan’be with you.” Malcolm whined and shook Y/n. He moved to straddle her, slightly kicking Steve in the stomach. Steve hissed in pain and opened one eye to see his son annoyed at his parents. Y/n had already started stirring in her sleep, she encircled Malcolm and laid him on top of her. Kissing his head and cheeks, she felt him smiling and tracing her face with his small finger.
“G’morning Mal-pal.” she said groggily.
“Mama, why you sweeping he’e?” he asked innocently.
“…. Cause I was tired, so I stayed here.” Y/n hesitated for a moment before answering his question.
“Daddy’s mean. He’s not giving me space.” He pouted, making Steve and Y/n giggle.
“Y/n, I think we should stay home today because Mal thinks I’m mean. No more going to Aquarium.” Steve moved up a little to balance the weight on his elbow.
“Daddddyyyyy…. No faiw.” Malcolm whined and looked up to see his mama. jY/n gave him a pressed lip smile.
“Mama, daddy’s be mean again. He no faiw.”
“Mal-pal, daddy’s kidding. And he’s not being mean, he’s just teasing you.”
Malcolm looked at Steve who just laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.
“I’m sorry bubba, I was just joking.”
“Why sowwy daddy? I’m no mad. I wove you.” Malcolm kissed Steve on the cheek.
“I love you too, bubba, so much.” Steve’s heart was filled with warmth, leaning in he placed a kiss on Malcolm’s head then on Y/n’s forehead and let his lips linger on for a while. Their eyes met once Steve pulled away, and they both smiled. Y/n gently caressed the side of his face, scratching his stubble. Malcolm witnessed the affectionate moment between his parents and decided to get his mama’s attention back on him. He kissed her on the chin and then on the nose.
“Why daddy kiss you, mama?” Steve let out a laugh and started to get up from the bed.
“Can’t believe my own child would be jealous of me.” He muttered, kissing Y/n again on the forehead and made his way to the bathroom.
“It’s okay, Mal, daddy can kiss mama.” She answered him muttering the latter part, then immediately redirecting his attention. “Did you go to pee when you wake up?”
“No mama. Not feewing pee.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta try. C’mon, let’s go brush your teeth and sit on the potty.”
“Mama, noooo.”
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… I’ll make us breakfast then we get ready…” she held him in her arms and walked to the bathroom that was in hallway.
Fifteen minutes later, Malcolm and Y/n emerged from the bathroom, with a huge scowl on the little boy’s face and a victory smirk on his mama’s. A freshly showered Steve joined them in Malcolm’s room, laughing at the scene in front of him. Malcolm was only in his spiderman underwear, his small arms were folded on his chest and the look of grimace on his beautiful chubby face.
“C’mon Mal pal, you need to put your clothes on…” Y/n said exasperatedly.
“No mama, I don’t wana weaw this one.” He pointed at the blue Paw Petrol T-shirt. “I want my gween shirt.” He was still in the far-right corner of the room.
“But you didn’t pack the Dino shirt, baby. I showed you all the clothes before putting them in your backpack.”
Malcolm just huffed and ran to Y/n, wrapping himself on her leg. She bent down to his level, engulfing him in a comforting hug. “It’s okay if you don’t want to put this shirt on, you wana see the other shirts we packed?”
Malcolm nodded slightly, moving his head to show his watery eyes to Y/n, “I know you’re upset honey, but don’t worry we’ll find you other favorite shirt.” She smiled, kissing the top of his head. As she started to get up, Malcolm’s hold on her tightened, “don’t go mama, daddy pwease bwing my backpack.”
Steve, who was still there, entertained with his son’s antics, obliged immediately and brought the backpack over to Y/n where she was now sitting on the shag rug.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome, bubba. Do you want me to start prepping breakfast? Scrambled eggs and bacon?” Steve asked Y/n.
“Sure, we’ll do eggs.” She smiled. Steve ruffled Mal’s hair and made his way to the kitchen. Breakfast was not very eventful; Malcolm was back to his happy and chirpy self on the table. Mostly, he was excited to visit the Aquarium with his parents and delighted to eat his favorite breakfast made by his dad. They made a brief trip to Y/n’s house for her to get changed into something comfortable. She was still in Steve’s clothes, her outfit from the other night was way too formal for the day out.
Alice gave her an amused look when she opened the door for them and saw Y/n, she didn’t say anything, but her smile followed by a wink was pretty much telling. Y/n quickly changed into comfy jeans and a top and joined Steve and Malcolm in the living room where Malcolm was animatedly telling his Nono and Nana about his trip. Steve and Y/n decided on not bringing up the Eleanor topic to anyone yet. Though, he told her about having a conversation with his lawyer Natasha during the car ride to her house.
The Boston Aquarium trip was fun and memorable for them. Malcolm enjoyed it there greatly, and his parents got a moment to breathe and unwind. Y/n was still frazzled but Steve’s gentle squeezes and his continuous reassuring I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to Mal kept her from going off the deep end. Steve knew she was holding up on her fear and distress and he was doing the best he could to keep himself composed and not to go after Eleanor and rip her head off. He was angry, no, he was raging inside. Malcolm’s elated face was what gave them both a little sense of peace.
“Mama, when we go daddy’s house next?” Malcolm asked, snuggled up in Y/n as she was putting him to sleep.
“Whenever you want…”
“Ummmmm mowow’ …”
“You’re going to be there tomorrow, remember daddy picks you up after work.” She smiled at her son.
“But I wana don’t come back. You pick up me in the night.”
Y/n chuckled and placed a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead and nose, “You can stay at daddy’s place on the weekend.”
“… but mama I wana stay evewy day. I’ve so much fun with daddy.”
“You don’t enjoy here at Nono’s house?”
“Mmmm, I do but… mowe fun with daddy. Why we not wive with daddy? Mo’gan daddy an’ mommy wive in the same house. She has fun aww the time.”
Y/n looked at her baby’s face longer than she should have; Malcolm’s innocence broke her heart. He deserved to live with both his parents, in a house filled with love and happiness. And Y/n felt she was failing to provide it for her son. With a shaky voice and heavy heart, she gently tightened her grip around Malcolm, kissing all over his face.
“Sweetheart, I promise, we’ll figure something out, but it’s going to take time and I want you to be patient and nice to me and daddy. I promise daddy and I will do everything to give you a home you deserve, my love. We will try our best to be the happiest family for you… just be patient, okay… Daddy and I love you very much.” She kissed his face over and over, trying her best to keep her tears at bay.
“C’mon, close your eyes and start your rest, love. Mama will be here when you wake up.”
“Night night, mama.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
A single tear slid down her eye and absorbed in the pillow as she gently rubbed Malcolm’s back. Within ten minutes, he was out like a light. Y/n placed a light kiss on his cheek and sat up, resting against the bed head.
Steve, you up? She sent a text message to Steve and got his reply immediately.
Yup! Everything good?
Yeah! I think I might be calling in tomorrow. Just wana spend time with Mal. I’m keeping him at home.
And before you bug me with billion questions, I’m perfectly fine… She added in the next text knowing that Steve would worry about her.He sent an eye roll emoji to the latter part of her message.
I’m afraid your presence is important for the meeting tomorrow. I would have done it myself, but you understand the trends better than me and it is also your area of expertise.
Hm! I would do it online…
It’s an in-person meeting. I signed the notification on Friday, requesting everyone to be there.
Fine!
I’m sorry Y/n… but you can take a day off on Tuesday if you want. Remember we’re meeting Nat…
Yeah, I remember. And it’s okay I’ll be there.
Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
Good night.
Night.
Sleep didn’t come easy to both Steve and Y/n that night. Anticipation of what would happen and how things would go further kept swirling in their minds. Monday came and went in a blur, Y/n was exhausted by the end of the day and so was Steve. Tuesday came by with a lot of anxious nerves and snapping on Y/n’s part. Starting with Malcolm, when he was getting fussy after knowing that Steve wouldn’t be picking him up and he had to come back home with Nana because mama and daddy were working late. As expected, he threw some tantrums during breakfast and instead of calming him down and offering him negotiation like Y/n usually did, she yelled at her little boy. She had him have a full melt down, with sinking heart she put him in the car seat and drove them to the daycare while Malcolm was still cranky. He had another outburst where the teacher had to get him from Y/n’s arms. He wasn’t ready to let go of his mama, but Y/n didn’t stay longer to see him getting comforted by Alice who was called in by his teacher because the little boy wasn’t letting anyone touch him.
With the heaviest of heart, she was trying to focus on the designs spread across the table, but she couldn’t. Steve, Wanda, Pepper, and a few other colleagues who worked closely with her noticed her grumpiness and when Steve finally cornered her, she broke down. She was a sobbing mess in Steve’s arms, “I yelled at him. I hurt my Mal… I’m such a horrible mother. He’s going to hate me… he’d never love me, Steve… I became my mom.”
Steve let her cry in his chest, not once caring about his expensive shirt now stained with tears and mascara. He kept rubbing circles on her back and when he was sure that she was all done venting out, he made her sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her knees he made her look at him.
“Hey, you are not your mother! Malcolm is lucky to have you as his mom…”
“Steve, you – “
“I’m not finished yet. I know it is hard and trust me I’m scared too… I’m scared of losing you and Mal. That’s the biggest and only fear I have. And I promise you that I won’t let anything happen to our son.” He squeezed her knee and continued, “Nat is a great lawyer, the best I’ve known. I’m sure she’d come up with best solutions to completely eradicate Eleanor out of our lives.”
Y/n’s breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s name, she didn’t want her in their lives but the thought of cutting down everything from her abuser of a mother still hurt her heart.
“I’m here for you, Y/n. I will always be. Here…” he handed her some Kleenex, “c’mon, we’re gonna grab lunch, pick our boy up and head straight to my house.” He said getting up and walking up to his desk to turn off his computer.
“Wait, I thought we’d meet Natasha here, or some diner may be?”
“Nope, she suggested if we make it look like a personal trip for her.”
“Gosh! Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have saved Mal from a meltdown.”
“Well, Mal is still not part of the meeting but… I don’t care.” He shrugged. “C’mon, it’s already quarter after one, Taco Bell would probably be packed. Would you mind placing the takeout order?”
“Steve, I – I … what’re you doing?”
“What do you mean? You want to order something else?”
“Tch how are you so calm?”
“I’m not Y/n! I’m furious. I’m so fucking done with the mess I’ve created and now the two of you are dragged into it. I can’t wait to put everything out on the table… I know it’s going to get dirty for me and I won’t ask you to keep up with all the ugliness of my life, but I think I’m ready to know what happened four and a half years ago. I’m done drowning in my own guilt… I need answers.”
His beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears, pain and anger clearly reflecting through them. In two strides, she covered the distance between them, and circled her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.
“I want to be there for you too, Steve. I’m so glad that you’re finally looking for the answers.” She pulled away, and held his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you… thank you for being in our lives. Mal and I are grateful to have you…” She smiled with glossy eyes.
“Don’t thank me… I’ve done nothing… I wish I could protect you and Mal from everything that’s happening… I really wish I could…” A pain-stricken smile spread on his lips.
“Hey, you are doing your best… we’re gonna get through this… together.”
“Together.”
After taking a moment to themselves and shook off some anxiety, they both headed out together. Malcolm was ecstatic to see his parents, he ran straight into Y/n’s arms and stayed there while they talked to his teacher who informed them that he refused to eat both his morning snack and lunch and had been upset following the morning events.
“I’m sorry Mal-pal, I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just…” She whispered in his ears while he was still clinging to her.  Steve was setting out the lunch on the table.
“… it’s just… I’ve been…” She was struggling to explain her behavior to her son so that he would understand. “Would you forgive me… for not being good to you?” She sat him on the kitchen counter and looked into his beautiful blue eyes expectantly.
“I’s okay mama. I fowgive you.” Malcolm gave her a toothy smile that made Y/n cry in front of her son. She was smiling through her tears, placing feathery kisses on Malcolm’s face, whispering I’m sorry and I love you.
“Mama, no cwy. I’m okay. I’m not mad. I wove you too.” Malcolm’s small hands cupped her face, bringing her to his level he blew raspberries on her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her forehead causing her to burst into giggles. Steve recorded the moment on his phone, with a grin on his face.
In a few minutes, the room was filled with their shared laughter, the tension from earlier had dissipated into thin air like it wasn’t even there to begin with. Steve was cleaning the table when the doorbell rang, he knew it would be Natasha, he hollered over to inform Y/n about Nat’s arrival.
“Who’s Nat?” Malcolm asked, shifting from one foot to another.
“She’s daddy’s friend. You’re gonna see her when we go down. Be nice, okay Mal-pal?” Y/n was gently rubbing his wet hair with the towel.
“Why is she hewe?” he dropped the towel that was wrapped around his small frame.
“Mama and daddy have important work things to discuss with her. You can play in your room while we talk to her.” She put some baby lotion on his face and back.
“But I wana pway with you and daddy.”
“Honey, you can play with us after we have a big people talk.”
Malcolm pouted, “How many minutes she go?”
“In one hour, maybe two. I need you to be my good boy and listen to what I say. You might get an ice cream after dinner…”
He gasped loudly, “Ice cweam? Yayyy yayy…” he started jumping up and down in excitement.
“That’d be after dinner and only if you listen to mama and daddy.” She smiled, getting a hold of her son. She quickly brushed his slightly damp hair.
“Okie doks, mama… you cute.” He started hopping again.
“What? What’d you just say?” Y/n laughed, tickling him in the belly.
Malcolm’s infectious giggles were heard across the house, making Nat raise an eyebrow in Steve’s direction. She had a wide smirk on her face.
“I can see why you were so desperate to stay in Boston…” Natasha said, taking a sip of water from the glass.
Steve was about to give her a reply when Y/n and Malcolm walked down the stairs. Natasha gave Y/n a mesmerized look.
“Hi… I’m Y/n… nice to meet you…” Y/n shyly introduced herself with a small smile adorning her beautiful face, slightly flushed under Natasha’s stare. Natasha gave her a once over, silently praising her for the way she was carrying herself in fitted work clothes. Y/n was in one of the many Wanda’s creations, with barely- there makeup and hair down in light waves, she was looking ethereal. Nat was finding it hard to tear her gaze away from Y/n, she was good in reading faces and people’s vibes and in that moment the only thing she picked on was the fact that Y/n was indeed a loveable person.
“H-hey… so good to finally meet you. You really are so beautiful. Steve had gushed over you non-stop and now I see why he’s been such a hopeless lunatic… you’re gorgeous.” Natasha pulled her in for a hug.
“Thanks… for being so generous… I guess.” Y/n looked between Nat and Steve as she pulled back from the slightly awkward hug.
“Mal-pal, say hi…” she ushered the little boy in front of her who was hiding behind her legs.
“Hi Nat.”
“Aww… is he, are you Malcolm? Your dad talks about you and your mom all the time.”
Y/n looked towards Steve the same time he glanced at her. They smiled, holding each other’s gazes and it didn’t miss Natasha’s eagle eyes.
“My mama’s a’so cute, and daddy’s funny. He pways with me.”
“Aww… I love him already, he’s a mama’s boy.” Nat handed him a shopping bag she brought with her. It had toys for Malcolm.
“Oh, you didn’t have to…”
“Yes, I did… c’mon, it’s just a small present. By the way, he looks so much like you Y/n. Is Y/n okay or should I call you Ms. Carter?”
“Y/n is fine. And Thanks, you’re one of the few who thinks he looks like me.”
“Mamaaa, caws and fire twucks…” Malcolm squealed loudly. He opened the presents and showed them to Y/n and Steve.
“Wow Mal, what do you say when you get presents?”
“Thank you, Nat.,” he shyly said.
“You’re welcome.” Natasha smiled.
“C’mon, go play with your toys, buddy. We’re right here if you need anything.” Steve gently kissed Malcolm’s head.
“He’s just like you.” Nat cooed, seeing Malcolm leave the room.
“Yeah, but he looks a lot like me…” Steve looked between the two women who had wide smirk on their faces.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Rogers.” Nat raised an eyebrow, earning a chuckle from Y/n.
“You really need to get over yourself, Steve.” Y/n sassed.
“Wow!” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.
“… but seriously guys, you’ve made a beautiful baby. He’s a perfect mix of both of you.” Nat said getting comfortable on the couch. Steve and Y/n shared a sweet smile.
“Thanks Nat.”
“You’re welcome. So... you guys ready for some intense talk? I mean, I don’t want to scare you but Y/n, I hope you’re okay with it because a lot of it involves your mother.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with whatever you have to say.” Y/n nodded.
Nat inhaled deeply, “First things first, I need you guys to be completely honest with whatever you say. This is going to be a sensitive case for us. I ran a background check on Eleanor Rhodes – your mother, I didn’t have to because I already know a piece of shit, she is…”  Y/n shifted in her seat, as much as she was trying to keep her face expressionless, the mention of her mother brought discomfort in her demeanor, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nat.
“I’m sorry, Y/n, but… I know it is difficult for you…”
“It’s okay Natasha, you don’t have to apologize. I know the kind of woman my mother is… but I’m here, aren’t I?”
Gently nodding her head Nat continued, “Steve had kind a filled me in about what happened on the weekend, and I know about your relationship with her as well. Knowing her tactics, I would want you two to fill in the legal documentation for Malcolm’s custody…”
“I have already made the changes in the documents when Steve decided to stay here. He is in Mal’s record as his biological father.” Y/n politely interrupted Nat.
“Now, that’s awesome! Moving forward, I want to ask something? How is your relationship other than being Malcolm’s parents? Since you’re sharing the workspace as well… are you two platonic or there’s some resentment? Y/n, you go first…”
“I think we’re friendly now. It didn’t start off as ideally as it is now. I mean, obviously, I had concerns… I was afraid to let him back in our life but eventually I forgave him… for Malcolm.” She paused, and glanced towards Steve who had his eyes glued on her with a sad smile on his face. “I don’t want Malcolm to grow up not knowing his dad… I’d never seen him happy and cheerful the way Steve’s presence impacted him. I wanted him to experience all the joys of life with his dad, that I hadn’t have with mine.”
“So, you don’t regret your decision of letting Steve part of your life?” Nat knew she had twisted the question a little bit, damn her curiosity of knowing more about her current relationship with Steve.  
“No, I never had any regret making Steve part of Mal’s life… for now, I think we’re good.” Y/n was smart enough to understand Nat’s question and replied to her the way that would leave Nat unsatisfied.
“I’m impressed, Y/n.” She smirked, “You’re a one lucky man, Rogers. She’s a beauty with brain.” She threw a wink in Steve’s direction making Y/n furrow her brows.
“Sorry for being nosy but I’ve been fussing him to make a move on you, he’s just been a thick skull for not doing that. I know you’re dating an extremely hot lawyer, and I’m happy for you, but, damn, you and Steve have a solid history and consider me a fan girl, I totally ship you guys together.”
Y/n gave an incredulous look to Nat who shrugged at her sheepishly and earned a glare from Steve.
“I’m not dating Andy anymore.” Y/n cleared her throat looking from Steve’s wide eyes to Nat’s wide smirk. “Saturday night, we both called it off because we thought it was for the best if we stayed friends. I wasn’t ready and he wanted more…”
“You didn’t tell me.” Steve said in a timid voice.
“I would if I wasn’t so shocked over the reunion with my mom.”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry, I – I …”
“It’s okay Steve. There’s nothing to apologize.”
There was an awkward air in the room, Nat was the first one to clear her throat, “So, moving forward, are you two comfortable with co-parenting?”
“What does it mean? We are co-parenting, Nat!” Steve asked.
“What I mean to ask is, that once either of you start seeing someone else, would co-parenting still be the option you choose? Or would you settle down for custody? Because if that’s the case then you must be aware that you will be going to a legal process. My next question is based on what you’re going to say to me.”
Steve glanced at Y/n who was still deep in thought, a deep frown had formed between her eyebrows.
“It’s okay if you want to take time and think about it. Because Steve was previously linked to Peggy Carter. Whatever they had was very public. My concern, well, I know for sure that Eleanor will use it against you Y/n. I don’t know what she wanted from Steve but she’s desperate to get there and she won’t hesitate to put you on the line if it means that she gets what she wants.”
“I had called off the fucking engagement, I did everything I could to remove her completely from my life. I took the fuckin’ blame for ending it, I don’t understand why we are dragging Y/n into this?” Steve was exasperated.
“We’re not dragging Y/n, she is going to use every dirty tactic in the law book to bring you down. You’d hurt her ego. Whatever malicious plan she’d have, you’d ruined it. I’m sorry to say but Y/n and Malcolm would be the collateral damage. It is your fight, Steve.”
“Do you think I don’t fuckin’ know that? I know we’re in this mess because of me and I honestly want to change that, Nat. I just don’t know what to do… I can’t live with myself without getting all the answers.” Steve sadly looked at Nat. His worry lines were visible, and shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry Y/n, I know apologizing is not enough – “
“I know Steve, trust me I know. And I know it’s hard for you but I’m here, willing to fight whatever it is, with you.” she emphasized on with you.
Y/n didn’t give Steve a chance to say more, she shifted in her seat, inhaling a deep breath. “About your question, I think… I’m sure I wouldn’t want to change anything about co-parenting with Steve. I’m sure we’ll figure out something, when or if either of us would be ready to have a relationship.” She looked at Steve expectantly to which he nodded.
“I second that. We’re on the same page.”
“That’s a relief.” Nat chuckled, “It means less work for me.”
“Does people at your workplace know that the two of you have a son?”
“My assistant knows, she was babysitting Mal the day he met him for the first time. She was there.” Y/n told Nat.
“Do you think she had told other staff? I know gossips blow faster than the wind.”
“I honestly don’t know but even if she had, I don’t think I’d be worried about that. So far, Steve and I have been strictly professional about it.”
“Well, it’s time to let them know that Malcolm is made purely with your love and not a product of a one-night stand.” Nat carefully looked at Steve and Y/n, “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I want you guys to play safe here. With Eleanor I can’t guarantee how filthy it gets and if things go south and a judge gets involved, we’d need testimonies to prove a solid background. But don’t worry about it, I’ll try my best to take care of it. Meanwhile, just lay your groundwork.”
“Do you have any suggestions, Nat? I mean, we’re putting a very personal part of our lives out there… it’s not exactly very comfortable.” Steve asked.
“Just lay it out there in a subtle way, like… I don’t know, may be…” Nat paused for a moment and continued, “… may be throw a party, invite them over… give them hints of what you two had, a relationship, a connection… honestly, I don’t know. This is something PR handles, if you want, I can loop in Gamora, she handles our PR.” She looked at them expectantly.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.” Steve said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Are you sure about digging it?” Nat said in a serious tone.
“Yes. More than ever! I need to know what happened…” his frown deepened, and he looked towards Y/n who just nodded encouragingly.
“You deserve to know the truth Steve, and it’s about time you stop running from the...”
“I wasn’t running Nat, I was just… “he cut off Nat in the middle but couldn’t continue talking, a lump formed in his throat, and he let his head down fixing his stare on his open palms. “… the guilt’s been eating me alive…”
He murmured under his breath; Y/n looked at him sadly, not sure how to make him feel better.
Nat heaved a sigh, “Do you want me to document everything I’ve known so far as your statement, Steve? Something you might want to add.”
“Yes please. I’ve told you exactly what happened that night.”
“Yeah, he told me over drinks in a very colorful language.” Nat smirked looking at Y/n who just smiled half-heartedly.
“Okay, le’me go through it one more time and then I’ll get out of here.” Nat rubbed her palms together and sat straight, “So the night starts with your graduation party, everyone was there. And by everyone, means half of the people from your college, right? And you’ve had everything set up at the harbor front. Sarah and Bucky helped you in everything…” Y/n frowned; she didn’t know that part of the story. She looked at Steve in confusion. From his peripheral, Steve could feel her gaze, but he kept his eyes glued to the floor.
“… plan was to snuck Y/n out from the party, and then you were supposed to drive down to the harbor where you had planned to propose to her.” Y/n gasped loudly, getting Nat to look at her, “But once Y/n left you at the bar…. Y/n, you, okay? Do you know something else?” Nat asked Y/n in a professional tone.
Steve sucked in a breath, internally cursing Nat for bringing up the proposal part for Y/n to know. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory for him, the ring he had bought for her was still in the top drawer of his closet, a reminder of his epic failure.
“Umm I think I need some air… You carry on Nat.” She got up, in her hurry to leave the room her knee collided with the coffee table, a painful hiss escaped her lips.
“Y/n… You okay.”
 “I’m okay, I’m okay…” She held her hand up, signaling Steve to not get up from his seat and made a beeline to the kitchen door that opened in the patio.
Nat’s eyes were fixed on her figure and once she saw her figure disappeared, Steve snarled at her, “What the fuck were you thinking Nat?”
“Thank me later, Rogers. I just did a favor, besides how long were you planning to keep it from her?” a wide satisfactory smirk adorned her beautiful face.
“It wasn’t really an important detail, not after what happened. It doesn’t matter now.”
“It does! Every single detail that you think is not worth mentioning is important when you’re preparing to file a case against someone. You have no idea how things could get ugly, its fucking Eleanor we’re talking about.”
“Damn it…” Steve muttered under his breath.
“Go, talk to her.” Nat said with a lope- sided grin. “She could be expecting you, now shoo…”
“Nat… I don’t know, it’s not easy.”
“Since when you have been looking for easy? Go!”
Steve shook his head and walked towards the patio, his heart hammering in his chest. He gently opened the door and stepped outside, seeing her back towards him. She turned around to look at him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Y/n… I - I can explain…” his throat went dry.
“N-no, Steve, just for once stop explaining things to me.” She frowned but her voice was wavering. She took a small step toward him. “… for once stop being contrite for everything you do.” She chuckled painfully, “I don’t know what I’m trying to say here… I don’t know…” she came closer to him, placing her palms gently on his chest, “You bought a ring for me?” Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she had a smile on her face.
“Yeah, I did.” He whispered; his face was mirroring hers. Teary eyes and a beautiful smile. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug, he welcomed the warmth of her embrace tucking his head in the crook of her neck. They relished in each other’s arms, gentle squeezes, and quiet whimpers as if they were back to their youth where the only concern was to stay together no matter what. There was so much to say but they both opted to just be in each other’s proximity.
“When were you going to tell me about the ring?” Y/n pulled back a little to look straight into his eyes.
“Never!” came his prompt answer.
“Why?” She frowned.
“I don’t know, Y/n? Things haven’t been perfect for us lately. I still don’t know if we’re us to be honest.”
“I wish I could give you an answer for that.” She looked down sadly.
“Hey! You don’t have to say anything. I totally understand…” He softly lifted her chin making her look into his eyes.
“But now that I know…” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingered between his eyes and lips, “…you think it’d make a difference?”
“I like to think it would, but I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He involuntarily leaned into her.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about…” She chuckled lightly. “…with everything going on… I feel like I’m going crazy.” She gently brushed her thumb over the corner of his lips and sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. Just then, they both heard a soft knock on the sliding glass door behind them. They turned around to see their little boy’s face pressed into the glass and a small pout on his pushed-up lips. Steve let out a laugh as he stepped towards the door and slid it open.
“Daddy, mama….” Malcolm jumped into Steve’s arms, Natasha making her way behind him with her signature smirk.
“Aunty Nat said she can get me passes for Wegowand in ‘ew Yowk. I’s huge, she said.” He excitedly told Steve and Y/n who came to stand beside him and seeing their son’s excitement. “I wike Aunty Nat.” He whispered the part in Steve’s ear but loud enough for all three adults to hear and laugh.
“Aunty Nat huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow towards Nat who just shrugged and looked at Y/n whose gaze was at her. Y/n returned Nat’s smile and stepped inside the house.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing up the ring thing… I know it wasn’t my place, but Steve would never…” She paused for a second and looked where Steve and Malcolm were still on the patio laughing at something. “… I just thought you deserve to know that.” Nat rushed the latter.
“How long do you know Steve?” Y/n asked softly.
“Just last four years.”
“Mhmm...” Y/n nodded, still having the distinct look on her face. Nat quickly picked up on the awkward silence between the two of them.
“Just so you know, I’m not on the list of women he had slept with.” Nat’s smirk returned; Y/n looked at her quizzically. “We met when I was already engaged to Bruce, besides Steve is not my type.”
“You don’t have to explain, Natasha… I trusted Steve when he told me that you’re a good friend. It’s just – I think you might take the awkwardness in a wrong way but it’s not that… it’s just… you know so much about my mom and I’m just trying to process everything, you know what I mean?”
“I know” a friendly smile appeared on Nat’s face, “… but sugar coating the truth is not me, Y/n. Eleanor’s track record has been perilous, I can’t side-eye that just because she’s your mother.” Nat’s tone was gentle but professional.
“I’m not asking you to do that. It’s just… I – I don’t…” Y/n contemplated in her mind if she should tell Nat about Peggy’s email and what it said or may be just tell Steve first – perhaps ask her dad now that the lawyer was involved it’d be impossible to keep it a secret. No, she couldn’t do that to Steve.
“…” She felt Nat’s eyes on her, waiting intently for her to continue.
“Never mind.” Y/n gave her a fixated smile. “You want something… snacks? Drink? Anything? I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” She opened the pantry and looked for some quick snacks to fix, Nat could easily read her anxiety.
“Oh boy,” Y/n muttered under her breath, “seems like Steve needs to do some groceries. Here, have some pretzels.” She took out the box of pretzels and put it on the counter. “… and some mozzarella sticks, I can air-fry ‘em for you.”   
Nat laughed shaking her head, “You’re offering me Malcolm’s snacks?”
“That’s all I have here.” Y/n chuckled lightly; she took out two glasses from the cupboard, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the refrigerator. She poured more than a half glass for both and moved the glass towards Nat.
“Can’t say no to this…” Nat took a sip, “thanks.”
Y/n gulped down the cold liquor in quaff, placing her empty glass in the sink.
“Woah! That was super quick.” Nat raised an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t usually do it but… I think I needed it today.” Y/n said with a tight smile.
“We all do, once in a while.” Nat shrugged taking a sip from her drink. “You know, you really gave him a purpose… to life.” Nat said, looking out the glass door where Steve and Malcolm were now playing with the throwball. Y/n followed her gaze and smiled.
“It’s our little boy… he gave both of us a purpose.”
“For Steve, it’s you and Malcolm.” Nat emphasized on you. “This is the first time in four years I’m seeing Steve genuinely happy and it’s because of you.” Nat softly said with a smile. “… he belongs with you, Y/n.”
Y/n’s gaze moved from the glass door where she was looking at her whole world playing and laughing together, realizing in that moment that Steve had indeed made her life complete, that he had given her Malcolm when he wasn’t there for her. He had left a part of him in the form of their little one, he never abandoned her. She looked at Nat with a smile, “Maybe I should plan a little catch up before we dive further into this mess. Just the two of us, dig you a bit, get some info on my child’s father.”
Nat chortled, shaking her head; “I look forward to that. I’m here for all the juicy stuff.”
“Let’s do it.” They both laughed.
“You sure you can handle that?” Nat winked.
“Try me.” Y/n challenged.
Steve made his appearance with Malcolm on his piggyback laughing hysterically at some silly noise his father just made.
“Mama, daddy don’t know ‘bout old Mcdona’d had a farm… he said unc’e Mcdona’d was his neighbor…” A loud cackle echoed in the room when Steve rolled Malcolm upside down not letting him finish.
“He doesn’t have to know that…” Y/n chuckled narrowing her eyes at Steve at their old joke. Uncle Macdonald was Sarah’s old neighbor and Steve used to hide in one of the branches of his old tree that was crossing the Line fences separating the two houses and landed himself in trouble every time he’d climbed up that big tree.
Y/n crouched down and looked at their giggling son, she opened her arms for him with a smile and Malcolm ran straight into her. Steve took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge, twisting the cap he gulped down the liquid quickly. Nat cleared her throat, and smirked at Steve, “I should be get going.”
“You’re not staying for dinner? We can order something in…” Y/n said standing up, Malcolm in her arms.
“Thank you, Y/n, but maybe next time… got a lot of stuff piled up for me.” She said taking a last sip of her drink.
“Thank you for flying down here, Nat. I appreciate it.” Steve came to stand beside Y/n.
“You better make it worth my while.” Nat said meaningfully, causing Y/n to chuckle and Steve glared at her.
“Hit me up when you’re in mood for gossip.” Nat winked at Y/n and gave her a side hug. Malcolm was still sitting on his mama’s hip. She slid her business card in Y/n’s hand and ruffled Malcolm’s silky hair. “For sure! Thanks Nat.” Y/n smiled.
“Bye sunshine, I’ll see you around.”
“Bye Aunty Nat.” Malcolm put his head in Y/n’s neck, rubbing his eye, evidently tired.
“I’ll keep you guys posted on everything. Meanwhile, if you think of anything worth sharing, just give me a call.” Nat said looking at Y/n to which she nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” Steve said, “Thanks again, Nat.” he opened the door for her to step out and he followed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She smiled and pulled Steve in a friendly hug, “Follow your heart, Steve.” She pulled back and smirked at him.
“Yeah, right.” Steve scoffed.
“We have what we have when we have it…” She gave a gentle tug on his forearm.
“Nat, I- I”
“You got this, Steve.” With one last bye Nat walked down the concrete steps and got into Uber.
Steve waved a goodbye and sighed deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air he pondered over Nat’s words follow your heart, he repeated the words in his head and smiled contentedly. He turned around and headed inside the house with a small smile still playing on his lips. Looking around he found Malcolm sprawled on the couch watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Y/n was nowhere in sight.
“Hey bubba, where’s mama?” Steve leaned down kissing Malcolm’s head.
“Dunno.” He shrugged; eyes glued on the TV screen. “Mamaaaa, whe’e you?” He hollered making Steve chuckle.
“In your bedroom.” Y/n’s voice came in.
“Mama in my bedwoom, daddy.”
“Yeah… thanks buddy.” Steve muttered and came in front of Malcolm’s line of vision blocking him from the screen. A small frown immediately formed on his face as he looked at Steve making him laugh out loud.
“Daddy…”
“Yes bubba…” Steve laughed, ruffled his hair, and kept trying to block his view of the screen.
“Daddy, move…” this time he sounded little annoyed, and Steve kissed him hard on the cheeks and got up. He saw Y/n coming down the stairs with Malcolm’s backpack and his socks and shoes in her hands.
“Steve, I tidied up his room…” She put the backpack on the couch and sat down beside Malcolm to put the socks on his feet. “… and I think I don’t have to take the truck Nat got him. He’s got enough toys there… he doesn’t need another set of truck, also I’m leaving some of his clothes here as well.” She got up and walked towards the kitchen, Steve followed her like a lost puppy. Opening the pantry, she gave it a look over and turned around to see Steve leaning against the counter.
“I will send you a list of couple things for Mal so when you do grocery you’d remember.” She quickly typed something in her phone.
“We can go… together… if you want too of course… I mean if its not a problem…” Steve didn’t know why the nerves got him unexpectedly, it wasn’t like he was asking her out on a date. Oh, had he remembered their very first date in high school, his dad drove them to Coney Island. It had been so long, but he still missed his father, he still missed their Saturday morning fishing trips to Brooklyn Bridge Park at the western end – he simply missed his presence, and he knew the value of his own existence in Malcolm’s life. A warm touch of Y/n’s hand brought him out of his reverie, making him clear his throat.
“… earth to Steve…”
“Yeah, I’m here… I’m here…”
“Are you?” she raised her eyebrow playfully.
Steve smiled at her sheepishly, “I kinda spaced out… any way I – “
“Anyway, I’m fine with that. I was thinking we could go on the weekend; I’ve got couple things that I need to do so we’ll check it off the list. And I also wanted to show you what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday and if you want to put in something that’d be great.” She smiled, leaving him mesmerized. “Oh, before he falls asleep, would you mind dropping us off? My car’s still in the parking lot. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”
“I like it.” He cleared his throat again, “I mean I like seeing you like that… I love this about you, I – I mean…” Y/n chuckled. “Gosh, I’m making it awkward.” He roughly combed his hair with his fingers.
Y/n took a step forward, “I get what you’re trying to say…” she has her signature smile spread across her beautiful face. Steve inhaled in the scent of her perfume, intoxicating his senses.
“I’m just trying to focus on Mal’s birthday right now. Talking with Nat was a lot more helpful than I thought. I am still scared though… but I’m trying not to get it affect me, Steve… you know what I mean. I just want to make it memorable for him… it is going to be his first birthday with you – you don’t know what it means to him and … to me.” Her voice wavered with emotions and Steve took a step in her direction, closing the distance between them.
“Hey…” He cupped her cheek gently and looked straight into her eyes, his intense gaze holding hers, tears glistening her eyes.
“I’m okay.” She smiled as the tears bubbled over, without wasting a moment Steve wiped it away with his thumb.
“I know.”
“I’m okay and it’s because of you, Steve.” She pulled Steve closer, still holding her, he leaned in to place his forehead against hers.
“Y/n, I…”
“Yeah?”
She blinked, leaning in a bit closer. Steve opened his mouth, but no words came in, he mirrored her action and moved his face closer, her breath tingling his lips. She nodded at his silent permission and Steve gently pressed his lips on hers. The kiss was soft and delicate, like butterfly wings. It was warm and tender and intimate. It was perfect. Her lips were tingling when Steve pulled back, resting his forehead on hers again.
“I love you.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Steve, I – “
“You don’t have to say it back. Take your time, as much you want. I’m just letting you know how I feel about you. No rush, sweetheart.”
Y/n nodded, giving him a shy smile. “You, okay?”
“Never better.” He gave her a toothy grin that made her laugh. Shaking her head, she pushed him lightly in his abs and walked towards where Malcolm was still engrossed in the TV screen.
“All done Mal-pal. Go use the bathroom before we leave.”
“No feewing mama.” He whined and went back to watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
“Oh no no… we’re trying buddy.” She made him sit up, but the little boy crawled up to his mama’s lap, resting his head on her shoulder.
“I so tiwed, mama.”
“I’d help you, honey. C’mon…”
Once settled in the car, Steve and Y/n tried to keep Malcolm awake for the twenty-minute journey. Most of the part it was Steve being goofy with his son.
“Mm so yummy Nana.” Malcolm said mouth full of nuggets, his favorite dinner.
“Mal-pal, we don’t talk with food in our mouth.” Y/n whispered in his ear.
“But mama so yummy. I say thank you?” He whispered loudly.
“First, finish the food in your mouth then say thank you.”
“Thank you, Nana. I so…. Ummm… thank you…”
“You’re very welcome, love.” Alice said while laughing with everybody. The dinner passed with light conversation and some laughter here and there.
While Steve put Malcolm to bed, Y/n helped Alice clean up the kitchen. They both were having a light conversation when Steve came down the stairs, ready to leave.
“That was quick.” Alice said wiping her hands with the towel, “Would you like to have some tea?”
“Umm…” Steve seemed a bit tentative.
“You wouldn’t wana miss it.” Y/n came to stand beside Steve after loading the dishwasher. “Alice’s special.” The chirpiness in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Alice, her smile widened when Steve looked at Y/n the same way Malcolm looked at her – with utmost love. She made a mental note of mentioning it to her husband who still sometimes got over-protective over Y/n.
“Sure.” Steve smiled.
“Ahuh, we could…” she paused, “Do you wana see what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday? Wait, let me get my iPad.”
“Here you go.” Alice placed a cup in front of Steve as Y/n left to get her device, he thanked her with a smile.
“You can take your cup to her room, you know.” Alice smiled with a raised eyebrow when Steve’s eyes stayed glued to his cup for a bit longer.
“Uhm… Itsokay – a-are you sure?”
“Positive.” Alice laughed; she patted him lightly on the shoulder as she passed him to go to her room. Y/n climbed down the stairs receiving a wink from Alice she asked amused, “Did I miss something?”
“Just Steve being … Steve-vie.” Alice hollered over the staircase making Y/n scrunch her nose.
“So, do you like the tea?”
“Y-yeah it’s great.”
Steve cleared his throat as Y/n stepped into his personal space.
“It’s okay if you don’t like it.”
She gently grabbed the still hot cup from his hold, placing her lips on the same spot where Steve had a sip from. Steve was already having a hard time shaking their brief kiss off his mind and seeing her doing that spasmed his heart with emotions, particularly desire - desire to feel her lips against his again. It was an innocent act on her part, yet he found it extremely hot.
“She brings some old herbs from the flea market to make this tea. Bucky doesn’t like it either.” She placed the cup on the kitchen counter and turned on her iPad. Once she pulled up her illustrations on the screen which were basically a fancy truck themed floor plan of his backyard, she started showing how she wanted to incorporate activity station for kids, cake table and DIY dump truck photo booth with the theme because Malcolm was obsessed with anything with wheels. Steve wasn’t really focused but still responding to her with mhm and great. His eyes were on her face, her long lashes, her lips, and scrunched eyebrows when she pointed to the photo booth corner and told him that she was not sure about it. His eyes fell on her slender neck, her sweet spot just above her clavicle –
“What?” Y/n turned to face him and asked.
“What, what?” He was caught red handed.
“You’re not paying attention” She put away her iPad.
“I am.” He lied, well partially. “… everything is perfect, I don’t want to change anything.” He had a glint of amusement in his eyes.
She frowned at him, “Not even once have I said something about making changes. I just wanted to – you know what, forget it.”  She sighed and walked across the counter to sit on one of the bar stools.
“Hey, I’m sorry…” He came near her, “… I got a little distracted.”
“Yeah, I know. I was that distraction.”
Steve smiled, “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing, it is NOT.”
“Steve, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” He sat beside her.
It took her a minute or two to gather her thoughts, he waited patiently trying to read the contort of her face.
“What do you want us to be? You and me?” She was straight to the point.
“It depends on you. I’m happy with whatever you decide us to be.” His answer was prompt.
“I’m asking you, Steve.” She sounded a little frustrated.
“And I just told you. I’m happy to be a part of your life, yours, and Mal’s – in whatever capacity.”
“This is not the answer I want Steve. I want you to tell me what you want moving forward. What do you expect of us?”
Steve smiled and moved his hand to cover hers, intertwining their fingers gently, he leaned forward and placed a feathery kiss on her cheek.
“I want us to be us – however long it takes.” His intense gaze was holding his raw emotions, and she knew that he wasn’t lying. He meant every word he said.
“I’m ready to take the next step, only when you are ready, Y/n. I know it won’t be easy but I’m here and I want to stay by your side for as long as you want me in your life. It does not mean that I want to rush you into making any decision, I just want to be here, with you and our son, in any capacity you allow me to be. I know we have a long a way to go back to what we had before, and I know it in my heart that it’s worth the wait. You set the pace – I’d happily follow your lead, Y/n.”
He smiled, his boyish grin that was just fixed for her and what she did next wasn’t just a reflex of his words, it was her assurance to him – what she wanted. She pulled him close by the neck and placed her lips on to his. Steve responded with equal eagerness. Her lips were soft and inviting, faintly tasted like the tea she just sipped on a couple minutes ago. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside causing her to moan softly. Groaning, Steve rose from the bar stool and came to stand between legs without breaking the kiss. Her arms now circled around his neck, pulling him closer. He cupped her cheeks and pressed into her when she tugged at his hair. The kiss was filled with love and passion, it was just about the purity of their feelings for each other. There wasn’t any lust but longing for each other, both wanted to show the other that despite four years between them, their love for each other remained – unscathed and lasting.
Y/n pulled away first, Steve kissed the tip of her nose and then placed his forehead on hers. They both chuckled while catching their breath.
“It was … perfect. Wasn’t it?” Y/n whispered, savoring in their proximity.
“Mhmm…” He kissed her on forehead and pulled away to take his spot on the stool. She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers.
“Maybe I don’t want to go back to what we had…” She carefully chose her words, noticing that Steve was holding his breath. “…. Maybe… I just want to move forward as parents first, doesn’t mean that I don’t cherish what we had before. We brought life into this world, that’s how beautiful our relationship was. Mal is precious for both of us and whatever we decide will have direct impact on our son.”
She squeezed his hand softly, smiling she continued, “Parenting is not easy, Steve. It means a lot of sacrifices on our part. It also means disagreements… and it would probably lead us to deal with a sudden outburst and tantrums, he’s handful when he’s sick. We wouldn’t be in our best behaviors all the time, means it comes to a point where we would snap at each other. Sometimes it means ‘us’ would be on the back burner because our child’s needs come first. Back then it was just the two of us, we’d fight, and we made up but now we can’t have arguments in front of him.”
Y/n looked at him expectantly, “I know I’m drawing the worst-case scenarios here, because… somewhere deep inside I’m still the same teenager Y/n who was shit scared of her mother…” her eyes glistened, it took all of Steve’s strength to not hold her in his arms, but he let her continue.
“… that part of me still tricks my brain into believing that nothing good would ever happen to me. And last four years had made it worse.”
“It is not true.” Steve caressed her cheek.
“I know. I have learned to live with it, in fact, according to my therapist I’m doing a pretty good job with handling my anxiety.”
“Therapist?”
“Yup! I had a sever case of post-partum depression and had to seek help… but that’s the story for another day.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile and he nodded in understanding.
“So…” She sighed, “if you’re still willing to be a part of my life, would you be onboard with the bad parts of it too?”
Steve leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Is that a, yes?” she smiled on the tingling feeling of his lips.
“You have a doubt?” He pecked her lips again.
She shrugged her shoulders, “could you be more convincing?”
Steve laughed and captured her lips in yet another deep kiss and when they broke apart, she pulled him in a hug. She closed her eyes and breathed into the crook of his neck. The distant smell of his cologne was comforting her, she stayed in his arms savoring the warmth and solace in him. It had been almost five years since she felt at peace and it was in this moment, in his arms, that she finally found tranquility.
“Hey, you with me?” Steve asked in a whisper. She was so quiet that he had to confirm if she was awake.
“Mhmm…” She slightly pulled away to face him. “Can we take ‘us’ slow? Like turtle speed slow? Sneaking around, stealing moments for us and see how it goes?”
“Yes, absolutely.” He returned her smile with love filled eyes.
“You won’t ask me anything?”
“About what? I think everything we settled on is pretty straight forward.”
“So? Coffee or hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate. And I’m making it.” Steve said walking towards the refrigerator to take out milk.
“If you insist.” She shrugged playfully. The next couple minutes were spent in comfortable silence, while Steve focused on making hot chocolate Y/n just sat there in the kitchen watching him.
“Ya’ know staring is considered rude.” He placed a steamy mug in front of her and came to sit down on his previous spot.
“I’m not staring.”
“Ahuh.”  
“What? I was thinking about something else.”
“I believe you.” he smirked.
“You’re being a sarcastic jerk to me!” she playfully hit him on the arm.
As they both settled down from a shared laugh, she took a sip from her hot drink. Steve looked at her face expectantly, noticing the way she had closed her eyes enjoying the taste of the hot chocolate in her mouth. It wasn’t an instant mixed hot chocolate; Steve had made it from scratch.
“Mmmm… this is so good.” She almost whispered.
“Thanks. Glad you like it.”
“I didn’t know I’ve been missing your hot chocolate more than I missed you.” She licked her lips.
Steve chuckled, “I’ll make you whenever you want to have one.”
“But you’d never share the secret recipe, Steve? You used to make it almost every night for me when we were young. Remember the exam nights, this hot chocolate did wonders.”
“I remember it all too well, Y/n.” He smiled but it wasn’t reaching his eyes, he took a sip from his own cup. “… It’s my dad’s recipe.”
Y/n looked at him like she had seen a ghost, her face went pale. Steve’s eyes were fixed on his cup else he wouldn’t have continued.
“When I first told dad how I felt about you, he told me that I’d have to do something extra ordinary to win you over. He shared his recipe with me, the same one he used when he and ma started dating. This is something very personal to me, close to my heart. He never shared it with Ma, he’d always fix some for her after dinner… It’s been years but I still miss him. I look up to him whenever I’m with Mal. I just… think about how he was with me when I was a kid and instantly, I know what to do. I wish I’d be half of a person my dad was to our son… wish there was a way I could tell him that ‘hey dad, your loser of a son is a father now.’” His eyes were distant, and a sad smile plastered his beautiful features. Y/n reached out to hold his hand but stopped not knowing what to say to him. Suddenly, she held herself accountable for something her mother had done years ago. How would she ever be able to tell him that her mother was the reason he lost his father.
“Hey… hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/n, tch… sweetheart…” When he finally turned his face to see a wet trail on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry Steve.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, Y/n.” And she looked at him with pain-stricken expression.
“I wish… I could be of help.” She snuffed. “You can talk to me about him, you know that right?”
He nodded with a small smile and moved on to talk about Malcolm’s birthday party arrangements. While they discussed a few things keeping in mind what Nat had told them earlier in the day, Y/n knew what she had to do at the end of their conversation. When Steve left, giving her yet another amazing good night kiss, she didn’t miss a moment to forward Peggy’s email to Natasha. She didn’t know if it was a hasty move, all she knew was that she couldn’t keep this information from Steve. Within ten minutes, she got a text message from Natasha.
-does Steve know about this?
-No.
-okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
-sure. Thanks Nat.
-Don’t thank me yet. You’ve been sitting on a bomb.
-I didn’t know what to do.
-We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Night.
-G’night.
As she lay down in the comfort of her bed, she wondered if she had done the right thing. She wanted to think about herself and Steve, and their future together but she couldn’t get Steve’s words out of her mind. Tossing and turning in bed, when sleep finally embraced her, she was jolted awake by the sound of Malcolm crying. She jumped out of her bed making a beeline towards Malcolm’s room.
“Mal-pal, what’s wrong?” She took him in her arms, slightly rubbing his back. “See mama is right here. Did you have a nightmare?”
He nodded with a sob.
“Okay, sweetheart. Here, take a sip of water and look at me.” She passed a water bottle, “You’re okay, everything is alright. It was just a nightmare. You wana tell me about it?”
“No wemembe’. But was scawy.” He sniffled between the words.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Okay? We’ll bring a new flashlight for your bedside table.” She set him down on the bed again, gently rubbing his back and she put herself in a comfortable position beside him and closed her eyes.
The next time she woke up with Alice gently calling out her name, letting her know that it was quarter to eight. Malcolm was still asleep on her chest, she put him down softly and got out of his bed, assuring Alice that she was okay, but she wasn’t. A slight pound of headache was making its way and before it got worse, she needed to take a shower and get ready for work.
She joined her dad and Alice at the breakfast table with unusually quiet Malcolm. She poured some coffee in her cup and made bite size pieces of pancake for her son.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Daniel asked. “Hey champ, you didn’t say good morning to Nono and Nana.”
Malcolm looked at his mama and then his Nono, “I had a nightma’e. I no sweep good.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, buddy. What can we do to make you feel good?”
Malcolm looked towards Y/n who smiled at him, “Dunno.” He shrugged.
“How about a shopping trip? I heard someone’s birthday is just around the corner and we think if we can go gift shopping…?”
Malcolm’s face light up immediately, “Its my birthday Nono, in…. twe’ve days.” He got excited.
“Okay, then I will pick Nono and Mal from the day care in the evening and we’ll go shopping.”
“… and we eat ice cweam too, Nana.” He said with mouth full, thrilled, and delighted.
Y/n leaned down to place a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead, this time she genuinely smiled seeing the happiness on her son’s face. Her heart melted and she gave another kiss in his hair before getting up and heading to the kitchen cabinet, taking out two tablets of Tylenol, she popped them in her mouth. Her phone on the counter started buzzing, seeing Natasha’s name on the screen, she stepped out of the kitchen clutching the phone in her hand.
“Hey Natasha!”
“Hey wassup?” Natasha chirped in her carefree tone. “And you can call me Nat. you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Y/n was amused at her confidence.
“Oh! May be not yet but I can see it happening.” It’s the way that Nat said it had made Y/n chuckle, finally easing up her tensed muscles.
“My alleged boyfriend told me you were a lawyer, didn’t know you could read future.”
Nat laughed out loud through the phone, “I like you… gosh why didn’t we meet earlier. You’d have been my best friend.”
“Thanks Nat.” She smiled.
“You’re welcome, Y/n…”
“What do you think about the email, Nat? I’ve been sitting on it for almost a month.”
“Oh boy!” Nat heaved a sigh, “Have you told Steve about it?”
“No! I wanted to but my dad told me not to…” She explained why her dad didn’t want Steve to know about this email.
“He’s right though, I respect your Daniel Carter, wouldn’t questioned his judgment. But its about you and Steve.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, the truth about his dad will eventually come out because Steve has filed a case against her. I’m gathering all the proof before I send an official court notice to her. And this email is solid evidence… its totally up to you if you want to tell Steve or just stay quiet…”
“How could I stay quiet, Nat. Just the other day, he told me how much he misses his dad, how much he still looks up to him… that’s unfair… I can’t hide it from him, but I’m also scared… scared that he would do something reckless. I don’t even know at this point.” Y/n was frustrated.
“I get what you’re saying. But it’s your choice to make, Y/n. If you don’t want to tell him, I wouldn’t let him know that you helped me with this evidence. You still have time to think over it though. I’m handling everything the best I can. I appreciate that you sent it to me, I’ll put together everything I have gathered against her. I would suggest you just chill and enjoy prepping for your little one’s birthday party.”
“Yeah… Thanks Nat. I seriously had no clue…”
“Don’t worry about it… unless I asked you to.” She laughed.
“I will try my best not to…” Y/n chuckled. With the sound of door opening, Malcolm rushed off to his mama and wrap himself on her thigh.
“Mama, you talk with daddy. I too.”
“I’m not, Mal-pal. Its Aunty Nat on the phone.” She ruffled his silky golden locks.
“I wana talk to daddy.” He whined.
“You will, sweetheart. Just be patient. Let me finish up with Aunty Nat.”
Nat, in the background cooed over Malcolm telling Y/n to give him a kiss for her. Once she ended the call with Nat, she Face- timed Steve and gave the phone to excited Malcolm as she walked them back inside. While he was busy with Steve, she started getting ready for work. After conversing with Nat, she was able to put aside her stress and think positively of the situation. If it was up to her to let Steve know about his dad, then she would make sure that she’d do it sooner rather than later. She didn’t want to build a relationship with him, keeping secrets from him. She had no idea how he would react, maybe he’d do exactly same what her dad had deduced that is going rampage after her mother, but she hoped it wouldn’t be the case because Steve had already filed a case against Eleanor.
Y/n settled on waiting until after Malcolm’s birthday party, then she would let Steve know the truth. Giving herself a satisfied look in a full-length mirror, she headed out to find her son who happened to be a big fan of his father. She smiled seeing him sprawled out on the couch where she left him, in a deep conversation about garbage trucks and their history. She waited patiently for them to end the call while also wondering about finally starting something with Steve. Even to this day and what they had gone through in the past four years, her heart still fluttered, and butterflies still erupted in her stomach to the idea of finally having a significant relationship with Steve. There’d be ups and downs, moments when they both needed space from each other but in her heart, she knew that they would be just fine together.
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zaraomarrogers · 1 month
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What a treat Doctor Steve is ❤️😍 love her sassy mouth and her effect on Steve, the tension, their chemistry had me greedy for more. Well you did throw some crumbs at us 😍😂 but the Steve hoe in me isn’t satisfied.
Thankyou for sharing this beautiful piece with us ❤️
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,603 Summary: Steve just wants to help, and you want to know why. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. A/B/O. A fucked up verse where omegas are generally treated more like pets than people. Reference to being unhoused. Reference to being physically assaulted. Tending to injuries. Sassy!cranky!Reader. Doctor!Steve.
A/N: I love these two. That’s all, that’s the author’s note lol. Enjoy! And please reblog or comment to let me know your thoughts once you finish reading! ❤️
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Steve glanced out his living room window, a frown marring his handsome features as he caught sight of you below in the alley, huddled between dumpsters and shivering in the icy evening air.
He watched as you dug a half-eaten granola bar from your worn bag, nibbling on it slowly, and he could only imagine how hungry you were since it had been a few weeks since your encounter where he had left you some money.
But you were stubborn, far more stubborn than any omega Steve had ever met, and he knew that you wouldn’t take kindly to him disrupting your evening and trying to cajole you into coming inside to get warm and have a meal.
However, you had been showing up more and more outside of his window since that day, and Steve couldn’t help but think that maybe you felt as drawn to him as he felt to you. 
Maybe you would be more open to his help after all, he just had to go about it the right way. 
Wheels turning in his head, Steve started to formulate a plan on how he could help you without seeming pushy, without it seeming like charity too much, because he knew you were too proud for that.
Giving you one final lingering gaze, Steve turned from the window and strode across the living room, pausing in the hallway to rifle through the linen closet before he was heading to the guest room next.
A little while later, you were curled up on the cold ground below, shivering in your sleep as Steve crouched out on his fire escape and left a pile of supplies, just for you. 
A few blankets and some of his own clothes, which he knew would be far too big on you, but he also knew they would keep you warmer than you likely were. He also left a cooler filled with all kinds of food and drink, including a few thermoses of hot soup and coffee. He set aside a small travel bag, too, filled with some hygiene supplies and first aid items, pretty much anything he could think of that would help you in some small way.
Smiling to himself, and sparing you one final glance, Steve ducked back inside his apartment and closed the window behind him, hoping that when he woke up tomorrow morning, the supplies would be gone.
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The supplies were gone the next morning, but so were you.
Steve had felt a little sad about that, but he supposed you were probably irritated at him helping you, and irritated at yourself for taking his help, and you didn’t want to see him after. 
Which he totally understood.
Still, that didn’t stop Steve from leaving more supplies, especially food and drink, on his fire escape for you each night before turning in for the evening. 
It had become a ritual of sorts for him, and since his fire escape was always bare when he checked it the following morning, he knew you had your own counter-ritual of collecting what he left out for you.
And even though he was disappointed that you were hiding from him, and he was itching to see you again, to know you were okay, the fact that you were retrieving what he left–just for you–could be enough for him. 
Steve gathered the bundle of supplies for that evening, heading toward his living room window. He set them down and slid the window open, climbing out onto the fire escape to find you there waiting for him.
You were curled up in the far corner, hugging your knees to your chest and visibly shivering despite the layer of clothes–both yours and Steve’s–that you wore.
When Steve’s startled gaze met yours, your eyes narrowed, and you gave him such a scathing glare, that he actually blushed a little as he took a step back, hugging the supplies to his chest like he’d been caught doing something wrong.
"What are you doing?" you hissed.
"Oh, I was just…leaving these here for you,” Steve replied, holding up the items in his big, hulking arms.
Your gaze lingered on said big, hulking arms without your permission, and it only made you glower harder as you watched him with suspicion. "Why?"
Steve’s face softened, a sad smile curling his plump, pink lips as he watched you. It was obvious that kindness was such a foreign thing to you, and it made his heart ache.
You deserved better. All omegas did.
"Looks like you could use them, and I don't mind,” he shrugged at last, crouching to set down the items before you like some kind of offering.
Your gaze fell to inspect tonight’s haul, another set of warm clothes–one of Steve’s huge hoodies and a pair of sweatpants–and a brown bag that you knew contained food and drink. 
He’d been doing this for weeks, your unwanted savior, leaving all of these things out for you. You could only imagine how much money he was spending on you–wasting on you–and yet, you still came back just before dawn each day, eager to see what awaited you.
It had been so long since you had consistent water and food, since you were somewhat warm, since anyone showed you even a lick of kindness or attention.
Since anyone thought of you at all.
Despite your best efforts, you were becoming a little addicted to it, which only made you more cranky, and yet…here you were. Drawn to the gigantic alpha’s fire escape once again.
It was nowhere near dawn because you wanted to catch him in the act. And maybe, just maybe, a very small part of you, that you loathed, wanted to see him again, and wanted to feel safe after earlier.
"You're not like most alphas I've met,” you muttered as you watched Steve crouch across from you with his earnest, open gaze. 
He smiled, white teeth flashing, and you realized–or more like allowed yourself to acknowledge it in that moment–how handsome he was. 
How beautiful. 
"You're definitely not like most omegas I've met,” Steve chuckled. 
Your lips quirked into an almost smile, because you liked that he found you special in some small way. And your inner omega, the needy bitch, she downright loved it. 
Sighing, you shifted from your corner, hissing as you jarred your injured wrist. The tender appendage screamed in protest and you protectively cradled your arm to your chest to help ease the pain. 
“You’re hurt,” Steve frowned, reaching for you and then pulling up short when you recoiled. "Come inside and let me take a look."
"What are you? A doctor?" you huffed in annoyance, your face blooming with the warmth of humiliation at appearing so fucking weak.
At being so fucking weak.
"Yes, actually, I am."
You gave Steve major points because he wasn’t smug about it either, just amused, especially when you rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, “Of course you are.”
Your inner omega was simply whining at the idea of being invited into Steve’s home, at the idea of actual warmth and shelter and safety, but still, you didn’t like needing help. And you liked accepting it even less.
Steve moved back toward his window, and you unconsciously followed him, your nose twitching as a delicious scent wafted outside, and your stomach growled loudly in response. 
"I'm making some homemade stew for dinner,” Steve told you as he straddled the window sill. “There's plenty if you'd like to join me."
His invitation had your belly swooping, and you shivered, hugging yourself tighter as you watched Steve duck back inside. You hedged closer, and you couldn’t help but rib him, just a little, "You sure? You look like you eat a lot, Hercules."
Steve’s bright blue eyes twinkled at you. "I think I'll manage."
He held out a hand for you, and you stared at it for a long moment, blinking back the sudden burning sensation at the back of your eyes. You sniffed hard, lingering outside a beat longer and shuddering hard as the cold wind kicked up. Then you moved closer, ignored Steve’s proffered hand, and climbed through the window and into his home.
The two of you stood there staring at each other for a long, tense moment, you still glowering and Steve looking genuinely happy that you took him up on his invitation.
And then his features fell ever so slightly as he got a good look at you now that you were standing in his well lit living room. You glanced away as his worried gaze flickered from your split lip to your bruised cheek and the cut along your forehead. 
It was the fact that you found concern and sympathy–not pity–in his gaze that your voice was only a little abrasive as you taunted him, “You’re not very good at this host thing, are you, Hercules?”
Steve huffed a laugh, suppressing the questions burning in his gaze for now as he gestured behind him, toward the hallway. “Dinner still has a little more cooking to go, you’re welcome to take a shower if you want. The guest bathroom is just through the guest bedroom down the hall.”
"Are you trying to say I stink?" 
At your offended look, a boyish grin stole across Steve’s face as he replied, "Don’t worry, your omega scent more than makes up for it."
The soft, rusty chirp was falling from your lips before you even realized what was happening, and then you slapped a hand over your mouth as a wave of humiliation hit you like a tsunami. 
You couldn’t even remember the last time you chirped, and you tasted angry tears at the back of your throat as you turned on your heel, intent on scurrying back out the window and far far away from this alpha who seemed to make you feel and do things you never wanted to feel or do again.
You got one step before Steve’s big hands were on your upper arms, staying your retreat as he turned you back around to face him. It was instinct, the way you flinched away from him and his strong grip on you, going rigid in his hold as you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for what came next. 
Deep down, a part of you–likely your sappy omega–logically knew that Steve wouldn’t hurt you. It was one of the reasons why you came here in the first place, but everything you had experienced at the hands of others–especially alphas–up until now still had you cowering in his grip and choking back a scared whine.
Steve immediately recognized your expectation of violence and instantly released his hold on you, taking a big step back as he held up his hands in the universal gesture of meaning no harm. 
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you,” Steve promised. "I'm sorry."
The burn of your humiliation was still fading as you opened your eyes to find Steve looking so pained at the very idea of hurting you, that you even thought him capable of such a thing, that you felt instant regret–and a little bit of shame–bubble up inside of you.
"It's fine,” you huffed, consciously allowing some of the tension to ease from your body. 
Once again, you could see the concern and questions burning in Steve’s eyes, but he didn’t ask you if you were okay or why you reacted the way you did. He just turned and offered to show you to the guest room and bathroom so you could get cleaned up if you wanted.
You followed him, accepting this offer too, if only to hide away for a little while and collect yourself so you’d stop acting like such a fucking idiot. 
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You stayed in the shower much longer than you should have, but it was such a novelty for you—a nice, hot shower—that you couldn’t help it. Part of you never wanted to leave the obviously expensive marble encasement and the steady stream of clean, hot water pouring down on you. 
But you did, eventually, dressing in the fresh set of clothes that Steve had left out for you in the guest room. Another one of his sweatshirts and pair of sweatpants that you had to roll up a few times to make them functional.
But they were warm and clean and they smelled like Steve, and when you realized you were holding the sweatshirt sleeves to your nose and inhaling deeply, you immediately rolled your eyes at yourself.
Dropping your uninjured arm to your side and gently cradling the other to your chest, you tentatively made your way back out into the front of the apartment, allowing yourself a moment to glance around and take in your surroundings.
Despite being a doctor, and the fact that you were pretty sure Steve was loaded, his apartment was on the smaller side. But it was nice and cozy. Touches of exposed brick and higher end decor, lots of dark browns and pops of red. It felt lived in, like an extension of him.
It felt like home.
A home, his home, you quickly amended in your mind, scowling at your dumb brain and runaway thoughts. 
And that’s how Steve found you when he exited the kitchen, looking even more grumpy than you had before your shower.
He smiled at you, gesturing toward the dining room table which was set on one side for dinner, but occupied by a fancy first aid kit at the other end.
“How about you let me take a look at your injuries?” Steve asked, sitting himself in one of the chairs near the first aid kit. 
You hedged closer as he flipped the lid open and rifled through it, pulling out a few items before his warm gaze was flickering up to yours as you stopped just before him.
It was a fleeting thought as you loomed over him, that he sat down first on purpose, so you’d feel more in control of the situation, and it was such a non-alpha thing to do–surrender any modicum of control and power to an omega–that you felt yourself soften toward him, yet again, just a little bit more.
After drawing out the tension for another moment, you reached for the closest chair with your good arm and dragged it closer, setting it right in front of Steve, and taking a seat as you held out your injured wrist to him.
“It’s probably just a sprain,” you muttered. “I fell on it.”
“Can I push this up so I can see?” Steve asked as he touched the sleeve of his sweatshirt you wore.
You nodded, watching closely as his big hands carefully rucked up your sleeve so he could inspect your injury.
Steve’s brows furrowed as he spied the swollen state of your wrist and the bruising to go along with it. “What happened?” he asked, reaching for a splint and a small jar of something that smelled of eucalyptus once the lid was off. “You don’t strike me as a klutz.”
“A couple of drunk alphas didn’t like being told ‘no’ by an omega,” you sniffed, biting back a hiss of pain as Steve gently smeared the balm along your wrist. 
“Sorry,” he murmured, looking genuinely upset to hurt you even if it was to help you. He finished with the salve before setting it aside, reaching for the splint and gently securing it to your tender wrist, which was already starting to throb less, thanks to the salve. 
His eyes lifted to your face next, that furrow of concern returning as he murmured, “Can I take care of that cut on your forehead?”
You nodded, struggling to meet his gaze. You genuinely couldn’t remember the last time anyone took care of you like this, the last time you let anyone take care of you like this. 
Steve worked confidently and methodically as he treated your facial injuries, and you found yourself soothed by just watching him tend to you. By his alpha scent that was rising up around you - something warm and grassy that made you recall the first days of summer as a young omega, back when you weren’t so beat down by this fucked up world and what it had done to you.
Back when you had hope.
Your vision blurred with tears and you tried to blink them back, but Steve just so happened to look at you at that moment as he finished pressing the bandage to your forehead, mistaking your almost tears for a reaction to his medical care, and not the fleeting memory of what it felt like to not be so hurt and jaded.
“I really am sorry if I hurt you, but you’re all patched up now and should start to feel better soon,” he promised, his hands gently cupping your shoulders and giving a comforting squeeze.
And then he just…watched you as his hands lingered, and you let him, watched him back even. You found yourself greedy for his soft touch that was still warming your shoulders, zeroing in on the way his thumb was just shy of your shirt collar and touching the bare skin of your neck, and how his scent had something stirring back to life in your chest.
Steve seemed just as affected by you and your proximity, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled your scent, his fingers twitching in response as his eyes grew a few shades darker as you stared at each other.
When you realized you were leaning into him–like you were being drawn to him by a magnet–you jerked away, grumbling under your breath about handsy alphas and almost laughing when you got a glimpse of Steve’s abashed look and ruddy cheeks as he shot up from his seat and began to fiddle with his medical supplies.
He took a moment to clean up the first aid kit, and then he was giving you a soft look. "Please stay here, just for tonight, if that’s all you want. It's too cold outside and dangerous…seems like you get into a lot of fights."
"Yeah, well everyone else started it."
He laughed at your instant, sassy response, and you felt yourself melt just a little bit more. It felt good making him laugh.
It felt good being here with him, being taken care of by him.
And you couldn’t remember the last time you felt good, at all, on any level.
"Why are you being so nice to me?” you couldn’t help but ask. “Because you wanna knot me?"
Steve instantly flushed, stuttering a little as his eyes flickered away from you. "I'm just trying to help."
You were delighted by how flustered he was, how affected by you, too. It made you feel a little less cranky to be so affected by him in return. 
"No strings attached?" you asked.
"No strings attached, if that's what you want,” Steve nodded. 
And you knew, despite the way there was this hint of longing in his eyes as he watched you, as his nostrils twitched with another deep inhale of your omega scent, that he really would keep his distance if that’s what you wanted. 
"’If that’s what you want,’” you echoed. “That your way of saying you're interested?" 
Steve raised a brow at your teasing look and tone, challenge flashing in his eyes as he countered, "Are you?"
That hint of challenge was doing something to you. It made you feel playful and brazen as you allowed yourself to rise from your seat and sway closer to him, until you felt wrapped in his warmth and his scent as Steve loomed over you, watching you intently. 
"You know what I really want?” you purred, touching your good hand to Steve’s firm chest and feeling it hitch beneath your willing touch. “What I crave more than anything?"
"What's that?" 
For the first time in a long time, your cunt clenched. Warmth pooled low in your belly at the sinfully husky state of Steve’s voice and the way his alpha scent was growing stronger–amplified by desire, for you–with each passing second. 
"A hot meal,” you spoke your answer slowly, mischief sparkling in your gaze as your eyes found Steve’s.
He laughed at your troll response, the warm sound of genuine joy and amusement making your belly flutter as he nodded and said, "Coming right up."
You watched as he turned back toward the kitchen, following at a distance and leaning against the doorway as Steve washed his hands before moving to the stove where he began to dish out dinner. 
It hit you quite suddenly as you watched him, how once upon a time, when you were a young, romantic omega, you had fantasized over this very scenario. Having a kind and handsome alpha to call your own, one who doted on you, took care of you, loved you.
Your instinct was to instantly stamp down that memory and the feelings that went along with it, but you paused. You didn’t want to extinguish the happiness you were feeling right now just yet.
Because you so rarely experienced it these days, and who knew when you would do so again.
So instead you leaned into it, even allowing your inner omega to rise a bit closer to the surface and join in on your observation of Steve, the kindest, most beautiful alpha you had ever met.
And together, the two of you–you and your inner omega–wondered what it would be like if this was actually your life.
Being here, being home, with Steve.
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Welp. These two are actually progressing way quicker than I thought they would, but this poor omega deserves all the happiness, so I ain’t fighting it lol.
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zaraomarrogers · 1 month
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Steve oh Steve 😍
This is the first time I’ve read a fic from you. I, myself am a Steve hoe and always in search of Steve fics. I’ve been sniffing around for Doctor Steve for a while now and finally found him here.
My heart goes out for the omega and what she felt when Steve offered her help. She deserves all the kindness and love in the world ❤️
And Steve, well he has my heart.
Stray
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,146 Summary: You didn't need, nor want, his help. Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O. A fucked up AU where omegas are generally treated more like pets than people, but don't worry, our babes will fix that. Mild violence/attempted mugging. Sassy/cranky!Reader. Unhoused!Reader. Doctor!Steve.
A/N: Hoe'kay, y'all know I had to include Steve in Pound Town, right? Get ready for a dose of our favorite gentle giant with a heart of gold 🥺
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You bit your lip against the pained scream that wanted to break free, curling in on yourself on the filthy ground of the alley and holding onto your raggedy bag for dear life as two betas tried to yank it from your grip.
"You stupid omega cunt, let go!" the bigger of the two snarled, trying again to rip the bag from your person.
But you refused to let go.
Despite your aching ribs and split lip, the way your cheek was throbbing from being backhanded by the smaller beta when you gave him lip instead of what he wanted…
You refused to let go.
Because this old, worn, falling apart canvas knapsack held your only earthly possessions.
And they weren't much.
As an unhoused omega drifting from one overfilled shelter or cold, dirty alleyway to another, you had next to nothing.
So what you did have? 
You weren't going to give up without a fight.
And if there was one thing you were good at, it was fighting.
Another swift kick to your stomach had you wheezing as all the breath was punched from your lungs, and your grip on your bag finally loosened, but before either of the betas could pull it away from you, a stranger intervened.
He was big, nearly hulking, with broad shoulders beneath his worn leather jacket and his khakis all but bursting at the seams due to his thick thighs. He was handsome, strikingly so, his hair blonde and neatly swept away from his face and emphasizing the beauty of his pale, All American features.
It was his eyes that gave you pause though, bright blue and flashing with fury as he picked up the bigger beta with one hand around his throat–as if he weighed nothing–and threw him into the nearest dumpster, the force of the impact rattling loudly down the alley and making you wince.
When he moved toward the other beta who was already cowering away, you got a whiff of him and went rigid.
Because this big, impressively strong man was an alpha.
And you didn't trust alphas one bit.
Still, you got a tiny sense of satisfaction as you watched the way he literally kicked the scrawny beta in the ass and shoved him down onto the ground beside his partner in crime.
"If I ever catch you out here again, laying a hand on her or anyone else, I'll make sure you regret it, do you understand me?" The alpha's voice was quiet but had an authoritative snap to it that made both you and the two betas straighten up on instinct.
You watched as the betas nodded like broken bobble heads before tripping over each other to flee the alley, leaving you alone with the gigantic alpha.
He turned to you slowly, and it was startling, the way all the fury immediately seeped from his blue gaze, replaced by genuine concern as he took a step toward you. 
You recoiled immediately, hissing as your aching ribs throbbed and you struggled to push yourself up the filthy brick wall into a hunched over stand.
"Are you okay?" the alpha asked, his brows furrowed with worry as he hesitantly took another step toward you.
"I could have handled it!" you snapped, hugging your bag to your chest and giving him the meanest look you could muster.
Instead of getting angry, like most alphas did when they got a hint of your attitude, his eyebrows shot up in surprise before a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 
He held up his hands in a gesture of peace, cocking his head to the side as he watched you for a moment. His nostrils flared every so slightly, and he shifted his weight, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he asked, "What's an omega doing out here all by herself anyway?"
"None of your business, Hercules," you gritted, dropping your gaze to rifle through your bag.
You knew everything you had before was still there, but you didn't like meeting this stranger's gaze.
Because this alpha had the most penetrating eyes you had ever seen, and a small part of you worried that he would be able to see right through you.
More than that, you weren't used to being on the receiving end of such soft concern–of genuine aid, too–especially from an alpha.
"It's Steve, actually," he replied, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. He waited a long, awkward beat for you to introduce yourself in turn, but when you didn't, he continued, "Can I buy you a meal or at least a coffee?"
"I don't need your charity," you huffed, carefully slinging your bag over your shoulder and biting back a pained sound as you cradled your sore ribs with your arm. 
"You should really go to a hospital and get checked out–"
"You should really fuck off!" you snapped back, glaring up at him and retreating further down the wall to put some space between the two of you.
"Okay then," he snorted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
He watched you for another long moment, his gaze shining with much more than concern now - curiosity and…
Something akin to respect.
Then he was digging into his back pocket to fish out his wallet. He pulled a few twenty  dollar bills free before setting them down on a trash can lid that sat between the two of you. 
"I'm right up there," he murmured, pointing behind him and up at the apartment building that loomed high above you both. "Third floor, middle window, if you ever need anything."
Your gaze lifted to the darkened window he was pointing to, and the old metal fire escape just outside of it that twisted all the way down to street level.
Feeling more put out–and distantly overwhelmed by his kindness, and his soothing alpha scent–you hissed out a terse, "What I need is for you to get lost."
Huffing a laugh, Steve gave you a nod before taking a step away from you. 
"Take care of yourself," he murmured before turning on his heel and walking away. 
You stared after him, a strange lump swelling in your throat for reasons unbeknownst to you, and you tamped down the feeling of your inner omega whining at his retreat, that basest part of you desperate to be taken care of by another.
By a kind, patient alpha. 
But you knew enough about this fucked up world you lived in to know that that wasn't in the cards for you.
So you twisted your features into a withering stare when Steve threw you one final look over his shoulder, catching the faint sound of his chuckle before he turned the corner at the end of the alley and disappeared from sight.
Leaving you all by yourself, just like always.
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LET US LOVE YOU, POOR OMEGA BEAN ::ugly cryiing::
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Always And Forever - 17
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of mental health. 18+ content, MINORS DNI
WC: 11,876
A/N: I know its been the longest since I updated. I've been swamped with school, work and life. This chapter is step one in wrapping up this story. please reblog and comment and let me know what you think.
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The sun poured through the wall-sized window of Steve’s bedroom, casting an orange glow around the peacefully sleeping parents who were blissfully unaware of their almost four-year old’s presence in the room. Malcolm whooped to see Y/n wrapped in Steve’s arms and let out a squeal when he realized that his mama was here with him at his daddy’s house. He jumped on the bed and tried to fit himself in between his parents but much to his disappointment there wasn’t any space for him.
“Daddy wakey… move…” he nudged at Steve’s side, “wakey time, daddy. I wana hug mama.”
Steve groaned and pressed Y/n further into him, “Go back to sleep, buddy. It’s too early.” He mumbled sleepily.
“Mama… wakey… daddy’s not moving. I wan’be with you.” Malcolm whined and shook Y/n. He moved to straddle her, slightly kicking Steve in the stomach. Steve hissed in pain and opened one eye to see his son annoyed at his parents. Y/n had already started stirring in her sleep, she encircled Malcolm and laid him on top of her. Kissing his head and cheeks, she felt him smiling and tracing her face with his small finger.
“G’morning Mal-pal.” she said groggily.
“Mama, why you sweeping he’e?” he asked innocently.
“…. Cause I was tired, so I stayed here.” Y/n hesitated for a moment before answering his question.
“Daddy’s mean. He’s not giving me space.” He pouted, making Steve and Y/n giggle.
“Y/n, I think we should stay home today because Mal thinks I’m mean. No more going to Aquarium.” Steve moved up a little to balance the weight on his elbow.
“Daddddyyyyy…. No faiw.” Malcolm whined and looked up to see his mama. jY/n gave him a pressed lip smile.
“Mama, daddy’s be mean again. He no faiw.”
“Mal-pal, daddy’s kidding. And he’s not being mean, he’s just teasing you.”
Malcolm looked at Steve who just laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.
“I’m sorry bubba, I was just joking.”
“Why sowwy daddy? I’m no mad. I wove you.” Malcolm kissed Steve on the cheek.
“I love you too, bubba, so much.” Steve’s heart was filled with warmth, leaning in he placed a kiss on Malcolm’s head then on Y/n’s forehead and let his lips linger on for a while. Their eyes met once Steve pulled away, and they both smiled. Y/n gently caressed the side of his face, scratching his stubble. Malcolm witnessed the affectionate moment between his parents and decided to get his mama’s attention back on him. He kissed her on the chin and then on the nose.
“Why daddy kiss you, mama?” Steve let out a laugh and started to get up from the bed.
“Can’t believe my own child would be jealous of me.” He muttered, kissing Y/n again on the forehead and made his way to the bathroom.
“It’s okay, Mal, daddy can kiss mama.” She answered him muttering the latter part, then immediately redirecting his attention. “Did you go to pee when you wake up?”
“No mama. Not feewing pee.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta try. C’mon, let’s go brush your teeth and sit on the potty.”
“Mama, noooo.”
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… I’ll make us breakfast then we get ready…” she held him in her arms and walked to the bathroom that was in hallway.
Fifteen minutes later, Malcolm and Y/n emerged from the bathroom, with a huge scowl on the little boy’s face and a victory smirk on his mama’s. A freshly showered Steve joined them in Malcolm’s room, laughing at the scene in front of him. Malcolm was only in his spiderman underwear, his small arms were folded on his chest and the look of grimace on his beautiful chubby face.
“C’mon Mal pal, you need to put your clothes on…” Y/n said exasperatedly.
“No mama, I don’t wana weaw this one.” He pointed at the blue Paw Petrol T-shirt. “I want my gween shirt.” He was still in the far-right corner of the room.
“But you didn’t pack the Dino shirt, baby. I showed you all the clothes before putting them in your backpack.”
Malcolm just huffed and ran to Y/n, wrapping himself on her leg. She bent down to his level, engulfing him in a comforting hug. “It’s okay if you don’t want to put this shirt on, you wana see the other shirts we packed?”
Malcolm nodded slightly, moving his head to show his watery eyes to Y/n, “I know you’re upset honey, but don’t worry we’ll find you other favorite shirt.” She smiled, kissing the top of his head. As she started to get up, Malcolm’s hold on her tightened, “don’t go mama, daddy pwease bwing my backpack.”
Steve, who was still there, entertained with his son’s antics, obliged immediately and brought the backpack over to Y/n where she was now sitting on the shag rug.
“Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome, bubba. Do you want me to start prepping breakfast? Scrambled eggs and bacon?” Steve asked Y/n.
“Sure, we’ll do eggs.” She smiled. Steve ruffled Mal’s hair and made his way to the kitchen. Breakfast was not very eventful; Malcolm was back to his happy and chirpy self on the table. Mostly, he was excited to visit the Aquarium with his parents and delighted to eat his favorite breakfast made by his dad. They made a brief trip to Y/n’s house for her to get changed into something comfortable. She was still in Steve’s clothes, her outfit from the other night was way too formal for the day out.
Alice gave her an amused look when she opened the door for them and saw Y/n, she didn’t say anything, but her smile followed by a wink was pretty much telling. Y/n quickly changed into comfy jeans and a top and joined Steve and Malcolm in the living room where Malcolm was animatedly telling his Nono and Nana about his trip. Steve and Y/n decided on not bringing up the Eleanor topic to anyone yet. Though, he told her about having a conversation with his lawyer Natasha during the car ride to her house.
The Boston Aquarium trip was fun and memorable for them. Malcolm enjoyed it there greatly, and his parents got a moment to breathe and unwind. Y/n was still frazzled but Steve’s gentle squeezes and his continuous reassuring I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to Mal kept her from going off the deep end. Steve knew she was holding up on her fear and distress and he was doing the best he could to keep himself composed and not to go after Eleanor and rip her head off. He was angry, no, he was raging inside. Malcolm’s elated face was what gave them both a little sense of peace.
“Mama, when we go daddy’s house next?” Malcolm asked, snuggled up in Y/n as she was putting him to sleep.
“Whenever you want…”
“Ummmmm mowow’ …”
“You’re going to be there tomorrow, remember daddy picks you up after work.” She smiled at her son.
“But I wana don’t come back. You pick up me in the night.”
Y/n chuckled and placed a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead and nose, “You can stay at daddy’s place on the weekend.”
“… but mama I wana stay evewy day. I’ve so much fun with daddy.”
“You don’t enjoy here at Nono’s house?”
“Mmmm, I do but… mowe fun with daddy. Why we not wive with daddy? Mo’gan daddy an’ mommy wive in the same house. She has fun aww the time.”
Y/n looked at her baby’s face longer than she should have; Malcolm’s innocence broke her heart. He deserved to live with both his parents, in a house filled with love and happiness. And Y/n felt she was failing to provide it for her son. With a shaky voice and heavy heart, she gently tightened her grip around Malcolm, kissing all over his face.
“Sweetheart, I promise, we’ll figure something out, but it’s going to take time and I want you to be patient and nice to me and daddy. I promise daddy and I will do everything to give you a home you deserve, my love. We will try our best to be the happiest family for you… just be patient, okay… Daddy and I love you very much.” She kissed his face over and over, trying her best to keep her tears at bay.
“C’mon, close your eyes and start your rest, love. Mama will be here when you wake up.”
“Night night, mama.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
A single tear slid down her eye and absorbed in the pillow as she gently rubbed Malcolm’s back. Within ten minutes, he was out like a light. Y/n placed a light kiss on his cheek and sat up, resting against the bed head.
Steve, you up? She sent a text message to Steve and got his reply immediately.
Yup! Everything good?
Yeah! I think I might be calling in tomorrow. Just wana spend time with Mal. I’m keeping him at home.
And before you bug me with billion questions, I’m perfectly fine… She added in the next text knowing that Steve would worry about her.He sent an eye roll emoji to the latter part of her message.
I’m afraid your presence is important for the meeting tomorrow. I would have done it myself, but you understand the trends better than me and it is also your area of expertise.
Hm! I would do it online…
It’s an in-person meeting. I signed the notification on Friday, requesting everyone to be there.
Fine!
I’m sorry Y/n… but you can take a day off on Tuesday if you want. Remember we’re meeting Nat…
Yeah, I remember. And it’s okay I’ll be there.
Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
Good night.
Night.
Sleep didn’t come easy to both Steve and Y/n that night. Anticipation of what would happen and how things would go further kept swirling in their minds. Monday came and went in a blur, Y/n was exhausted by the end of the day and so was Steve. Tuesday came by with a lot of anxious nerves and snapping on Y/n’s part. Starting with Malcolm, when he was getting fussy after knowing that Steve wouldn’t be picking him up and he had to come back home with Nana because mama and daddy were working late. As expected, he threw some tantrums during breakfast and instead of calming him down and offering him negotiation like Y/n usually did, she yelled at her little boy. She had him have a full melt down, with sinking heart she put him in the car seat and drove them to the daycare while Malcolm was still cranky. He had another outburst where the teacher had to get him from Y/n’s arms. He wasn’t ready to let go of his mama, but Y/n didn’t stay longer to see him getting comforted by Alice who was called in by his teacher because the little boy wasn’t letting anyone touch him.
With the heaviest of heart, she was trying to focus on the designs spread across the table, but she couldn’t. Steve, Wanda, Pepper, and a few other colleagues who worked closely with her noticed her grumpiness and when Steve finally cornered her, she broke down. She was a sobbing mess in Steve’s arms, “I yelled at him. I hurt my Mal… I’m such a horrible mother. He’s going to hate me… he’d never love me, Steve… I became my mom.”
Steve let her cry in his chest, not once caring about his expensive shirt now stained with tears and mascara. He kept rubbing circles on her back and when he was sure that she was all done venting out, he made her sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her knees he made her look at him.
“Hey, you are not your mother! Malcolm is lucky to have you as his mom…”
“Steve, you – “
“I’m not finished yet. I know it is hard and trust me I’m scared too… I’m scared of losing you and Mal. That’s the biggest and only fear I have. And I promise you that I won’t let anything happen to our son.” He squeezed her knee and continued, “Nat is a great lawyer, the best I’ve known. I’m sure she’d come up with best solutions to completely eradicate Eleanor out of our lives.”
Y/n’s breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s name, she didn’t want her in their lives but the thought of cutting down everything from her abuser of a mother still hurt her heart.
“I’m here for you, Y/n. I will always be. Here…” he handed her some Kleenex, “c’mon, we’re gonna grab lunch, pick our boy up and head straight to my house.” He said getting up and walking up to his desk to turn off his computer.
“Wait, I thought we’d meet Natasha here, or some diner may be?”
“Nope, she suggested if we make it look like a personal trip for her.”
“Gosh! Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have saved Mal from a meltdown.”
“Well, Mal is still not part of the meeting but… I don’t care.” He shrugged. “C’mon, it’s already quarter after one, Taco Bell would probably be packed. Would you mind placing the takeout order?”
“Steve, I – I … what’re you doing?”
“What do you mean? You want to order something else?”
“Tch how are you so calm?”
“I’m not Y/n! I’m furious. I’m so fucking done with the mess I’ve created and now the two of you are dragged into it. I can’t wait to put everything out on the table… I know it’s going to get dirty for me and I won’t ask you to keep up with all the ugliness of my life, but I think I’m ready to know what happened four and a half years ago. I’m done drowning in my own guilt… I need answers.”
His beautiful blue eyes were shining with unshed tears, pain and anger clearly reflecting through them. In two strides, she covered the distance between them, and circled her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.
“I want to be there for you too, Steve. I’m so glad that you’re finally looking for the answers.” She pulled away, and held his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you… thank you for being in our lives. Mal and I are grateful to have you…” She smiled with glossy eyes.
“Don’t thank me… I’ve done nothing… I wish I could protect you and Mal from everything that’s happening… I really wish I could…” A pain-stricken smile spread on his lips.
“Hey, you are doing your best… we’re gonna get through this… together.”
“Together.”
After taking a moment to themselves and shook off some anxiety, they both headed out together. Malcolm was ecstatic to see his parents, he ran straight into Y/n’s arms and stayed there while they talked to his teacher who informed them that he refused to eat both his morning snack and lunch and had been upset following the morning events.
“I’m sorry Mal-pal, I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just…” She whispered in his ears while he was still clinging to her.  Steve was setting out the lunch on the table.
“… it’s just… I’ve been…” She was struggling to explain her behavior to her son so that he would understand. “Would you forgive me… for not being good to you?” She sat him on the kitchen counter and looked into his beautiful blue eyes expectantly.
“I’s okay mama. I fowgive you.” Malcolm gave her a toothy smile that made Y/n cry in front of her son. She was smiling through her tears, placing feathery kisses on Malcolm’s face, whispering I’m sorry and I love you.
“Mama, no cwy. I’m okay. I’m not mad. I wove you too.” Malcolm’s small hands cupped her face, bringing her to his level he blew raspberries on her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her forehead causing her to burst into giggles. Steve recorded the moment on his phone, with a grin on his face.
In a few minutes, the room was filled with their shared laughter, the tension from earlier had dissipated into thin air like it wasn’t even there to begin with. Steve was cleaning the table when the doorbell rang, he knew it would be Natasha, he hollered over to inform Y/n about Nat’s arrival.
“Who’s Nat?” Malcolm asked, shifting from one foot to another.
“She’s daddy’s friend. You’re gonna see her when we go down. Be nice, okay Mal-pal?” Y/n was gently rubbing his wet hair with the towel.
“Why is she hewe?” he dropped the towel that was wrapped around his small frame.
“Mama and daddy have important work things to discuss with her. You can play in your room while we talk to her.” She put some baby lotion on his face and back.
“But I wana pway with you and daddy.”
“Honey, you can play with us after we have a big people talk.”
Malcolm pouted, “How many minutes she go?”
“In one hour, maybe two. I need you to be my good boy and listen to what I say. You might get an ice cream after dinner…”
He gasped loudly, “Ice cweam? Yayyy yayy…” he started jumping up and down in excitement.
“That’d be after dinner and only if you listen to mama and daddy.” She smiled, getting a hold of her son. She quickly brushed his slightly damp hair.
“Okie doks, mama… you cute.” He started hopping again.
“What? What’d you just say?” Y/n laughed, tickling him in the belly.
Malcolm’s infectious giggles were heard across the house, making Nat raise an eyebrow in Steve’s direction. She had a wide smirk on her face.
“I can see why you were so desperate to stay in Boston…” Natasha said, taking a sip of water from the glass.
Steve was about to give her a reply when Y/n and Malcolm walked down the stairs. Natasha gave Y/n a mesmerized look.
“Hi… I’m Y/n… nice to meet you…” Y/n shyly introduced herself with a small smile adorning her beautiful face, slightly flushed under Natasha’s stare. Natasha gave her a once over, silently praising her for the way she was carrying herself in fitted work clothes. Y/n was in one of the many Wanda’s creations, with barely- there makeup and hair down in light waves, she was looking ethereal. Nat was finding it hard to tear her gaze away from Y/n, she was good in reading faces and people’s vibes and in that moment the only thing she picked on was the fact that Y/n was indeed a loveable person.
“H-hey… so good to finally meet you. You really are so beautiful. Steve had gushed over you non-stop and now I see why he’s been such a hopeless lunatic… you’re gorgeous.” Natasha pulled her in for a hug.
“Thanks… for being so generous… I guess.” Y/n looked between Nat and Steve as she pulled back from the slightly awkward hug.
“Mal-pal, say hi…” she ushered the little boy in front of her who was hiding behind her legs.
“Hi Nat.”
“Aww… is he, are you Malcolm? Your dad talks about you and your mom all the time.”
Y/n looked towards Steve the same time he glanced at her. They smiled, holding each other’s gazes and it didn’t miss Natasha’s eagle eyes.
“My mama’s a’so cute, and daddy’s funny. He pways with me.”
“Aww… I love him already, he’s a mama’s boy.” Nat handed him a shopping bag she brought with her. It had toys for Malcolm.
“Oh, you didn’t have to…”
“Yes, I did… c’mon, it’s just a small present. By the way, he looks so much like you Y/n. Is Y/n okay or should I call you Ms. Carter?”
“Y/n is fine. And Thanks, you’re one of the few who thinks he looks like me.”
“Mamaaa, caws and fire twucks…” Malcolm squealed loudly. He opened the presents and showed them to Y/n and Steve.
“Wow Mal, what do you say when you get presents?”
“Thank you, Nat.,” he shyly said.
“You’re welcome.” Natasha smiled.
“C’mon, go play with your toys, buddy. We’re right here if you need anything.” Steve gently kissed Malcolm’s head.
“He’s just like you.” Nat cooed, seeing Malcolm leave the room.
“Yeah, but he looks a lot like me…” Steve looked between the two women who had wide smirk on their faces.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Rogers.” Nat raised an eyebrow, earning a chuckle from Y/n.
“You really need to get over yourself, Steve.” Y/n sassed.
“Wow!” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.
“… but seriously guys, you’ve made a beautiful baby. He’s a perfect mix of both of you.” Nat said getting comfortable on the couch. Steve and Y/n shared a sweet smile.
“Thanks Nat.”
“You’re welcome. So... you guys ready for some intense talk? I mean, I don’t want to scare you but Y/n, I hope you’re okay with it because a lot of it involves your mother.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with whatever you have to say.” Y/n nodded.
Nat inhaled deeply, “First things first, I need you guys to be completely honest with whatever you say. This is going to be a sensitive case for us. I ran a background check on Eleanor Rhodes – your mother, I didn’t have to because I already know a piece of shit, she is…”  Y/n shifted in her seat, as much as she was trying to keep her face expressionless, the mention of her mother brought discomfort in her demeanor, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nat.
“I’m sorry, Y/n, but… I know it is difficult for you…”
“It’s okay Natasha, you don’t have to apologize. I know the kind of woman my mother is… but I’m here, aren’t I?”
Gently nodding her head Nat continued, “Steve had kind a filled me in about what happened on the weekend, and I know about your relationship with her as well. Knowing her tactics, I would want you two to fill in the legal documentation for Malcolm’s custody…”
“I have already made the changes in the documents when Steve decided to stay here. He is in Mal’s record as his biological father.” Y/n politely interrupted Nat.
“Now, that’s awesome! Moving forward, I want to ask something? How is your relationship other than being Malcolm’s parents? Since you’re sharing the workspace as well… are you two platonic or there’s some resentment? Y/n, you go first…”
“I think we’re friendly now. It didn’t start off as ideally as it is now. I mean, obviously, I had concerns… I was afraid to let him back in our life but eventually I forgave him… for Malcolm.” She paused, and glanced towards Steve who had his eyes glued on her with a sad smile on his face. “I don’t want Malcolm to grow up not knowing his dad… I’d never seen him happy and cheerful the way Steve’s presence impacted him. I wanted him to experience all the joys of life with his dad, that I hadn’t have with mine.”
“So, you don’t regret your decision of letting Steve part of your life?” Nat knew she had twisted the question a little bit, damn her curiosity of knowing more about her current relationship with Steve.  
“No, I never had any regret making Steve part of Mal’s life… for now, I think we’re good.” Y/n was smart enough to understand Nat’s question and replied to her the way that would leave Nat unsatisfied.
“I’m impressed, Y/n.” She smirked, “You’re a one lucky man, Rogers. She’s a beauty with brain.” She threw a wink in Steve’s direction making Y/n furrow her brows.
“Sorry for being nosy but I’ve been fussing him to make a move on you, he’s just been a thick skull for not doing that. I know you’re dating an extremely hot lawyer, and I’m happy for you, but, damn, you and Steve have a solid history and consider me a fan girl, I totally ship you guys together.”
Y/n gave an incredulous look to Nat who shrugged at her sheepishly and earned a glare from Steve.
“I’m not dating Andy anymore.” Y/n cleared her throat looking from Steve’s wide eyes to Nat’s wide smirk. “Saturday night, we both called it off because we thought it was for the best if we stayed friends. I wasn’t ready and he wanted more…”
“You didn’t tell me.” Steve said in a timid voice.
“I would if I wasn’t so shocked over the reunion with my mom.”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m sorry, I – I …”
“It’s okay Steve. There’s nothing to apologize.”
There was an awkward air in the room, Nat was the first one to clear her throat, “So, moving forward, are you two comfortable with co-parenting?”
“What does it mean? We are co-parenting, Nat!” Steve asked.
“What I mean to ask is, that once either of you start seeing someone else, would co-parenting still be the option you choose? Or would you settle down for custody? Because if that’s the case then you must be aware that you will be going to a legal process. My next question is based on what you’re going to say to me.”
Steve glanced at Y/n who was still deep in thought, a deep frown had formed between her eyebrows.
“It’s okay if you want to take time and think about it. Because Steve was previously linked to Peggy Carter. Whatever they had was very public. My concern, well, I know for sure that Eleanor will use it against you Y/n. I don’t know what she wanted from Steve but she’s desperate to get there and she won’t hesitate to put you on the line if it means that she gets what she wants.”
“I had called off the fucking engagement, I did everything I could to remove her completely from my life. I took the fuckin’ blame for ending it, I don’t understand why we are dragging Y/n into this?” Steve was exasperated.
“We’re not dragging Y/n, she is going to use every dirty tactic in the law book to bring you down. You’d hurt her ego. Whatever malicious plan she’d have, you’d ruined it. I’m sorry to say but Y/n and Malcolm would be the collateral damage. It is your fight, Steve.”
“Do you think I don’t fuckin’ know that? I know we’re in this mess because of me and I honestly want to change that, Nat. I just don’t know what to do… I can’t live with myself without getting all the answers.” Steve sadly looked at Nat. His worry lines were visible, and shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry Y/n, I know apologizing is not enough – “
“I know Steve, trust me I know. And I know it’s hard for you but I’m here, willing to fight whatever it is, with you.” she emphasized on with you.
Y/n didn’t give Steve a chance to say more, she shifted in her seat, inhaling a deep breath. “About your question, I think… I’m sure I wouldn’t want to change anything about co-parenting with Steve. I’m sure we’ll figure out something, when or if either of us would be ready to have a relationship.” She looked at Steve expectantly to which he nodded.
“I second that. We’re on the same page.”
“That’s a relief.” Nat chuckled, “It means less work for me.”
“Does people at your workplace know that the two of you have a son?”
“My assistant knows, she was babysitting Mal the day he met him for the first time. She was there.” Y/n told Nat.
“Do you think she had told other staff? I know gossips blow faster than the wind.”
“I honestly don’t know but even if she had, I don’t think I’d be worried about that. So far, Steve and I have been strictly professional about it.”
“Well, it’s time to let them know that Malcolm is made purely with your love and not a product of a one-night stand.” Nat carefully looked at Steve and Y/n, “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I want you guys to play safe here. With Eleanor I can’t guarantee how filthy it gets and if things go south and a judge gets involved, we’d need testimonies to prove a solid background. But don’t worry about it, I’ll try my best to take care of it. Meanwhile, just lay your groundwork.”
“Do you have any suggestions, Nat? I mean, we’re putting a very personal part of our lives out there… it’s not exactly very comfortable.” Steve asked.
“Just lay it out there in a subtle way, like… I don’t know, may be…” Nat paused for a moment and continued, “… may be throw a party, invite them over… give them hints of what you two had, a relationship, a connection… honestly, I don’t know. This is something PR handles, if you want, I can loop in Gamora, she handles our PR.” She looked at them expectantly.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.” Steve said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Are you sure about digging it?” Nat said in a serious tone.
“Yes. More than ever! I need to know what happened…” his frown deepened, and he looked towards Y/n who just nodded encouragingly.
“You deserve to know the truth Steve, and it’s about time you stop running from the...”
“I wasn’t running Nat, I was just… “he cut off Nat in the middle but couldn’t continue talking, a lump formed in his throat, and he let his head down fixing his stare on his open palms. “… the guilt’s been eating me alive…”
He murmured under his breath; Y/n looked at him sadly, not sure how to make him feel better.
Nat heaved a sigh, “Do you want me to document everything I’ve known so far as your statement, Steve? Something you might want to add.”
“Yes please. I’ve told you exactly what happened that night.”
“Yeah, he told me over drinks in a very colorful language.” Nat smirked looking at Y/n who just smiled half-heartedly.
“Okay, le’me go through it one more time and then I’ll get out of here.” Nat rubbed her palms together and sat straight, “So the night starts with your graduation party, everyone was there. And by everyone, means half of the people from your college, right? And you’ve had everything set up at the harbor front. Sarah and Bucky helped you in everything…” Y/n frowned; she didn’t know that part of the story. She looked at Steve in confusion. From his peripheral, Steve could feel her gaze, but he kept his eyes glued to the floor.
“… plan was to snuck Y/n out from the party, and then you were supposed to drive down to the harbor where you had planned to propose to her.” Y/n gasped loudly, getting Nat to look at her, “But once Y/n left you at the bar…. Y/n, you, okay? Do you know something else?” Nat asked Y/n in a professional tone.
Steve sucked in a breath, internally cursing Nat for bringing up the proposal part for Y/n to know. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory for him, the ring he had bought for her was still in the top drawer of his closet, a reminder of his epic failure.
“Umm I think I need some air… You carry on Nat.” She got up, in her hurry to leave the room her knee collided with the coffee table, a painful hiss escaped her lips.
“Y/n… You okay.”
 “I’m okay, I’m okay…” She held her hand up, signaling Steve to not get up from his seat and made a beeline to the kitchen door that opened in the patio.
Nat’s eyes were fixed on her figure and once she saw her figure disappeared, Steve snarled at her, “What the fuck were you thinking Nat?”
“Thank me later, Rogers. I just did a favor, besides how long were you planning to keep it from her?” a wide satisfactory smirk adorned her beautiful face.
“It wasn’t really an important detail, not after what happened. It doesn’t matter now.”
“It does! Every single detail that you think is not worth mentioning is important when you’re preparing to file a case against someone. You have no idea how things could get ugly, its fucking Eleanor we’re talking about.”
“Damn it…” Steve muttered under his breath.
“Go, talk to her.” Nat said with a lope- sided grin. “She could be expecting you, now shoo…”
“Nat… I don’t know, it’s not easy.”
“Since when you have been looking for easy? Go!”
Steve shook his head and walked towards the patio, his heart hammering in his chest. He gently opened the door and stepped outside, seeing her back towards him. She turned around to look at him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Y/n… I - I can explain…” his throat went dry.
“N-no, Steve, just for once stop explaining things to me.” She frowned but her voice was wavering. She took a small step toward him. “… for once stop being contrite for everything you do.” She chuckled painfully, “I don’t know what I’m trying to say here… I don’t know…” she came closer to him, placing her palms gently on his chest, “You bought a ring for me?” Her eyes were glistening with tears, but she had a smile on her face.
“Yeah, I did.” He whispered; his face was mirroring hers. Teary eyes and a beautiful smile. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug, he welcomed the warmth of her embrace tucking his head in the crook of her neck. They relished in each other’s arms, gentle squeezes, and quiet whimpers as if they were back to their youth where the only concern was to stay together no matter what. There was so much to say but they both opted to just be in each other’s proximity.
“When were you going to tell me about the ring?” Y/n pulled back a little to look straight into his eyes.
“Never!” came his prompt answer.
“Why?” She frowned.
“I don’t know, Y/n? Things haven’t been perfect for us lately. I still don’t know if we’re us to be honest.”
“I wish I could give you an answer for that.” She looked down sadly.
“Hey! You don’t have to say anything. I totally understand…” He softly lifted her chin making her look into his eyes.
“But now that I know…” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingered between his eyes and lips, “…you think it’d make a difference?”
“I like to think it would, but I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He involuntarily leaned into her.
“We’ve got a lot to talk about…” She chuckled lightly. “…with everything going on… I feel like I’m going crazy.” She gently brushed her thumb over the corner of his lips and sighed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. Just then, they both heard a soft knock on the sliding glass door behind them. They turned around to see their little boy’s face pressed into the glass and a small pout on his pushed-up lips. Steve let out a laugh as he stepped towards the door and slid it open.
“Daddy, mama….” Malcolm jumped into Steve’s arms, Natasha making her way behind him with her signature smirk.
“Aunty Nat said she can get me passes for Wegowand in ‘ew Yowk. I’s huge, she said.” He excitedly told Steve and Y/n who came to stand beside him and seeing their son’s excitement. “I wike Aunty Nat.” He whispered the part in Steve’s ear but loud enough for all three adults to hear and laugh.
“Aunty Nat huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow towards Nat who just shrugged and looked at Y/n whose gaze was at her. Y/n returned Nat’s smile and stepped inside the house.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing up the ring thing… I know it wasn’t my place, but Steve would never…” She paused for a second and looked where Steve and Malcolm were still on the patio laughing at something. “… I just thought you deserve to know that.” Nat rushed the latter.
“How long do you know Steve?” Y/n asked softly.
“Just last four years.”
“Mhmm...” Y/n nodded, still having the distinct look on her face. Nat quickly picked up on the awkward silence between the two of them.
“Just so you know, I’m not on the list of women he had slept with.” Nat’s smirk returned; Y/n looked at her quizzically. “We met when I was already engaged to Bruce, besides Steve is not my type.”
“You don’t have to explain, Natasha… I trusted Steve when he told me that you’re a good friend. It’s just – I think you might take the awkwardness in a wrong way but it’s not that… it’s just… you know so much about my mom and I’m just trying to process everything, you know what I mean?”
“I know” a friendly smile appeared on Nat’s face, “… but sugar coating the truth is not me, Y/n. Eleanor’s track record has been perilous, I can’t side-eye that just because she’s your mother.” Nat’s tone was gentle but professional.
“I’m not asking you to do that. It’s just… I – I don’t…” Y/n contemplated in her mind if she should tell Nat about Peggy’s email and what it said or may be just tell Steve first – perhaps ask her dad now that the lawyer was involved it’d be impossible to keep it a secret. No, she couldn’t do that to Steve.
“…” She felt Nat’s eyes on her, waiting intently for her to continue.
“Never mind.” Y/n gave her a fixated smile. “You want something… snacks? Drink? Anything? I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” She opened the pantry and looked for some quick snacks to fix, Nat could easily read her anxiety.
“Oh boy,” Y/n muttered under her breath, “seems like Steve needs to do some groceries. Here, have some pretzels.” She took out the box of pretzels and put it on the counter. “… and some mozzarella sticks, I can air-fry ‘em for you.”   
Nat laughed shaking her head, “You’re offering me Malcolm’s snacks?”
“That’s all I have here.” Y/n chuckled lightly; she took out two glasses from the cupboard, and a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the refrigerator. She poured more than a half glass for both and moved the glass towards Nat.
“Can’t say no to this…” Nat took a sip, “thanks.”
Y/n gulped down the cold liquor in quaff, placing her empty glass in the sink.
“Woah! That was super quick.” Nat raised an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t usually do it but… I think I needed it today.” Y/n said with a tight smile.
“We all do, once in a while.” Nat shrugged taking a sip from her drink. “You know, you really gave him a purpose… to life.” Nat said, looking out the glass door where Steve and Malcolm were now playing with the throwball. Y/n followed her gaze and smiled.
“It’s our little boy… he gave both of us a purpose.”
“For Steve, it’s you and Malcolm.” Nat emphasized on you. “This is the first time in four years I’m seeing Steve genuinely happy and it’s because of you.” Nat softly said with a smile. “… he belongs with you, Y/n.”
Y/n’s gaze moved from the glass door where she was looking at her whole world playing and laughing together, realizing in that moment that Steve had indeed made her life complete, that he had given her Malcolm when he wasn’t there for her. He had left a part of him in the form of their little one, he never abandoned her. She looked at Nat with a smile, “Maybe I should plan a little catch up before we dive further into this mess. Just the two of us, dig you a bit, get some info on my child’s father.”
Nat chortled, shaking her head; “I look forward to that. I’m here for all the juicy stuff.”
“Let’s do it.” They both laughed.
“You sure you can handle that?” Nat winked.
“Try me.” Y/n challenged.
Steve made his appearance with Malcolm on his piggyback laughing hysterically at some silly noise his father just made.
“Mama, daddy don’t know ‘bout old Mcdona’d had a farm… he said unc’e Mcdona’d was his neighbor…” A loud cackle echoed in the room when Steve rolled Malcolm upside down not letting him finish.
“He doesn’t have to know that…” Y/n chuckled narrowing her eyes at Steve at their old joke. Uncle Macdonald was Sarah’s old neighbor and Steve used to hide in one of the branches of his old tree that was crossing the Line fences separating the two houses and landed himself in trouble every time he’d climbed up that big tree.
Y/n crouched down and looked at their giggling son, she opened her arms for him with a smile and Malcolm ran straight into her. Steve took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge, twisting the cap he gulped down the liquid quickly. Nat cleared her throat, and smirked at Steve, “I should be get going.”
“You’re not staying for dinner? We can order something in…” Y/n said standing up, Malcolm in her arms.
“Thank you, Y/n, but maybe next time… got a lot of stuff piled up for me.” She said taking a last sip of her drink.
“Thank you for flying down here, Nat. I appreciate it.” Steve came to stand beside Y/n.
“You better make it worth my while.” Nat said meaningfully, causing Y/n to chuckle and Steve glared at her.
“Hit me up when you’re in mood for gossip.” Nat winked at Y/n and gave her a side hug. Malcolm was still sitting on his mama’s hip. She slid her business card in Y/n’s hand and ruffled Malcolm’s silky hair. “For sure! Thanks Nat.” Y/n smiled.
“Bye sunshine, I’ll see you around.”
“Bye Aunty Nat.” Malcolm put his head in Y/n’s neck, rubbing his eye, evidently tired.
“I’ll keep you guys posted on everything. Meanwhile, if you think of anything worth sharing, just give me a call.” Nat said looking at Y/n to which she nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” Steve said, “Thanks again, Nat.” he opened the door for her to step out and he followed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She smiled and pulled Steve in a friendly hug, “Follow your heart, Steve.” She pulled back and smirked at him.
“Yeah, right.” Steve scoffed.
“We have what we have when we have it…” She gave a gentle tug on his forearm.
“Nat, I- I”
“You got this, Steve.” With one last bye Nat walked down the concrete steps and got into Uber.
Steve waved a goodbye and sighed deeply, inhaling the fresh summer air he pondered over Nat’s words follow your heart, he repeated the words in his head and smiled contentedly. He turned around and headed inside the house with a small smile still playing on his lips. Looking around he found Malcolm sprawled on the couch watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Y/n was nowhere in sight.
“Hey bubba, where’s mama?” Steve leaned down kissing Malcolm’s head.
“Dunno.” He shrugged; eyes glued on the TV screen. “Mamaaaa, whe’e you?” He hollered making Steve chuckle.
“In your bedroom.” Y/n’s voice came in.
“Mama in my bedwoom, daddy.”
“Yeah… thanks buddy.” Steve muttered and came in front of Malcolm’s line of vision blocking him from the screen. A small frown immediately formed on his face as he looked at Steve making him laugh out loud.
“Daddy…”
“Yes bubba…” Steve laughed, ruffled his hair, and kept trying to block his view of the screen.
“Daddy, move…” this time he sounded little annoyed, and Steve kissed him hard on the cheeks and got up. He saw Y/n coming down the stairs with Malcolm’s backpack and his socks and shoes in her hands.
“Steve, I tidied up his room…” She put the backpack on the couch and sat down beside Malcolm to put the socks on his feet. “… and I think I don’t have to take the truck Nat got him. He’s got enough toys there… he doesn’t need another set of truck, also I’m leaving some of his clothes here as well.” She got up and walked towards the kitchen, Steve followed her like a lost puppy. Opening the pantry, she gave it a look over and turned around to see Steve leaning against the counter.
“I will send you a list of couple things for Mal so when you do grocery you’d remember.” She quickly typed something in her phone.
“We can go… together… if you want too of course… I mean if its not a problem…” Steve didn’t know why the nerves got him unexpectedly, it wasn’t like he was asking her out on a date. Oh, had he remembered their very first date in high school, his dad drove them to Coney Island. It had been so long, but he still missed his father, he still missed their Saturday morning fishing trips to Brooklyn Bridge Park at the western end – he simply missed his presence, and he knew the value of his own existence in Malcolm’s life. A warm touch of Y/n’s hand brought him out of his reverie, making him clear his throat.
“… earth to Steve…”
“Yeah, I’m here… I’m here…”
“Are you?” she raised her eyebrow playfully.
Steve smiled at her sheepishly, “I kinda spaced out… any way I – “
“Anyway, I’m fine with that. I was thinking we could go on the weekend; I’ve got couple things that I need to do so we’ll check it off the list. And I also wanted to show you what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday and if you want to put in something that’d be great.” She smiled, leaving him mesmerized. “Oh, before he falls asleep, would you mind dropping us off? My car’s still in the parking lot. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”
“I like it.” He cleared his throat again, “I mean I like seeing you like that… I love this about you, I – I mean…” Y/n chuckled. “Gosh, I’m making it awkward.” He roughly combed his hair with his fingers.
Y/n took a step forward, “I get what you’re trying to say…” she has her signature smile spread across her beautiful face. Steve inhaled in the scent of her perfume, intoxicating his senses.
“I’m just trying to focus on Mal’s birthday right now. Talking with Nat was a lot more helpful than I thought. I am still scared though… but I’m trying not to get it affect me, Steve… you know what I mean. I just want to make it memorable for him… it is going to be his first birthday with you – you don’t know what it means to him and … to me.” Her voice wavered with emotions and Steve took a step in her direction, closing the distance between them.
“Hey…” He cupped her cheek gently and looked straight into her eyes, his intense gaze holding hers, tears glistening her eyes.
“I’m okay.” She smiled as the tears bubbled over, without wasting a moment Steve wiped it away with his thumb.
“I know.”
“I’m okay and it’s because of you, Steve.” She pulled Steve closer, still holding her, he leaned in to place his forehead against hers.
“Y/n, I…”
“Yeah?”
She blinked, leaning in a bit closer. Steve opened his mouth, but no words came in, he mirrored her action and moved his face closer, her breath tingling his lips. She nodded at his silent permission and Steve gently pressed his lips on hers. The kiss was soft and delicate, like butterfly wings. It was warm and tender and intimate. It was perfect. Her lips were tingling when Steve pulled back, resting his forehead on hers again.
“I love you.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Steve, I – “
“You don’t have to say it back. Take your time, as much you want. I’m just letting you know how I feel about you. No rush, sweetheart.”
Y/n nodded, giving him a shy smile. “You, okay?”
“Never better.” He gave her a toothy grin that made her laugh. Shaking her head, she pushed him lightly in his abs and walked towards where Malcolm was still engrossed in the TV screen.
“All done Mal-pal. Go use the bathroom before we leave.”
“No feewing mama.” He whined and went back to watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
“Oh no no… we’re trying buddy.” She made him sit up, but the little boy crawled up to his mama’s lap, resting his head on her shoulder.
“I so tiwed, mama.”
“I’d help you, honey. C’mon…”
Once settled in the car, Steve and Y/n tried to keep Malcolm awake for the twenty-minute journey. Most of the part it was Steve being goofy with his son.
“Mm so yummy Nana.” Malcolm said mouth full of nuggets, his favorite dinner.
“Mal-pal, we don’t talk with food in our mouth.” Y/n whispered in his ear.
“But mama so yummy. I say thank you?” He whispered loudly.
“First, finish the food in your mouth then say thank you.”
“Thank you, Nana. I so…. Ummm… thank you…”
“You’re very welcome, love.” Alice said while laughing with everybody. The dinner passed with light conversation and some laughter here and there.
While Steve put Malcolm to bed, Y/n helped Alice clean up the kitchen. They both were having a light conversation when Steve came down the stairs, ready to leave.
“That was quick.” Alice said wiping her hands with the towel, “Would you like to have some tea?”
“Umm…” Steve seemed a bit tentative.
“You wouldn’t wana miss it.” Y/n came to stand beside Steve after loading the dishwasher. “Alice’s special.” The chirpiness in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Alice, her smile widened when Steve looked at Y/n the same way Malcolm looked at her – with utmost love. She made a mental note of mentioning it to her husband who still sometimes got over-protective over Y/n.
“Sure.” Steve smiled.
“Ahuh, we could…” she paused, “Do you wana see what I have planned so far for Mal’s birthday? Wait, let me get my iPad.”
“Here you go.” Alice placed a cup in front of Steve as Y/n left to get her device, he thanked her with a smile.
“You can take your cup to her room, you know.” Alice smiled with a raised eyebrow when Steve’s eyes stayed glued to his cup for a bit longer.
“Uhm… Itsokay – a-are you sure?”
“Positive.” Alice laughed; she patted him lightly on the shoulder as she passed him to go to her room. Y/n climbed down the stairs receiving a wink from Alice she asked amused, “Did I miss something?”
“Just Steve being … Steve-vie.” Alice hollered over the staircase making Y/n scrunch her nose.
“So, do you like the tea?”
“Y-yeah it’s great.”
Steve cleared his throat as Y/n stepped into his personal space.
“It’s okay if you don’t like it.”
She gently grabbed the still hot cup from his hold, placing her lips on the same spot where Steve had a sip from. Steve was already having a hard time shaking their brief kiss off his mind and seeing her doing that spasmed his heart with emotions, particularly desire - desire to feel her lips against his again. It was an innocent act on her part, yet he found it extremely hot.
“She brings some old herbs from the flea market to make this tea. Bucky doesn’t like it either.” She placed the cup on the kitchen counter and turned on her iPad. Once she pulled up her illustrations on the screen which were basically a fancy truck themed floor plan of his backyard, she started showing how she wanted to incorporate activity station for kids, cake table and DIY dump truck photo booth with the theme because Malcolm was obsessed with anything with wheels. Steve wasn’t really focused but still responding to her with mhm and great. His eyes were on her face, her long lashes, her lips, and scrunched eyebrows when she pointed to the photo booth corner and told him that she was not sure about it. His eyes fell on her slender neck, her sweet spot just above her clavicle –
“What?” Y/n turned to face him and asked.
“What, what?” He was caught red handed.
“You’re not paying attention” She put away her iPad.
“I am.” He lied, well partially. “… everything is perfect, I don’t want to change anything.” He had a glint of amusement in his eyes.
She frowned at him, “Not even once have I said something about making changes. I just wanted to – you know what, forget it.”  She sighed and walked across the counter to sit on one of the bar stools.
“Hey, I’m sorry…” He came near her, “… I got a little distracted.”
“Yeah, I know. I was that distraction.”
Steve smiled, “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing, it is NOT.”
“Steve, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” He sat beside her.
It took her a minute or two to gather her thoughts, he waited patiently trying to read the contort of her face.
“What do you want us to be? You and me?” She was straight to the point.
“It depends on you. I’m happy with whatever you decide us to be.” His answer was prompt.
“I’m asking you, Steve.” She sounded a little frustrated.
“And I just told you. I’m happy to be a part of your life, yours, and Mal’s – in whatever capacity.”
“This is not the answer I want Steve. I want you to tell me what you want moving forward. What do you expect of us?”
Steve smiled and moved his hand to cover hers, intertwining their fingers gently, he leaned forward and placed a feathery kiss on her cheek.
“I want us to be us – however long it takes.” His intense gaze was holding his raw emotions, and she knew that he wasn’t lying. He meant every word he said.
“I’m ready to take the next step, only when you are ready, Y/n. I know it won’t be easy but I’m here and I want to stay by your side for as long as you want me in your life. It does not mean that I want to rush you into making any decision, I just want to be here, with you and our son, in any capacity you allow me to be. I know we have a long a way to go back to what we had before, and I know it in my heart that it’s worth the wait. You set the pace – I’d happily follow your lead, Y/n.”
He smiled, his boyish grin that was just fixed for her and what she did next wasn’t just a reflex of his words, it was her assurance to him – what she wanted. She pulled him close by the neck and placed her lips on to his. Steve responded with equal eagerness. Her lips were soft and inviting, faintly tasted like the tea she just sipped on a couple minutes ago. They parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside causing her to moan softly. Groaning, Steve rose from the bar stool and came to stand between legs without breaking the kiss. Her arms now circled around his neck, pulling him closer. He cupped her cheeks and pressed into her when she tugged at his hair. The kiss was filled with love and passion, it was just about the purity of their feelings for each other. There wasn’t any lust but longing for each other, both wanted to show the other that despite four years between them, their love for each other remained – unscathed and lasting.
Y/n pulled away first, Steve kissed the tip of her nose and then placed his forehead on hers. They both chuckled while catching their breath.
“It was … perfect. Wasn’t it?” Y/n whispered, savoring in their proximity.
“Mhmm…” He kissed her on forehead and pulled away to take his spot on the stool. She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers.
“Maybe I don’t want to go back to what we had…” She carefully chose her words, noticing that Steve was holding his breath. “…. Maybe… I just want to move forward as parents first, doesn’t mean that I don’t cherish what we had before. We brought life into this world, that’s how beautiful our relationship was. Mal is precious for both of us and whatever we decide will have direct impact on our son.”
She squeezed his hand softly, smiling she continued, “Parenting is not easy, Steve. It means a lot of sacrifices on our part. It also means disagreements… and it would probably lead us to deal with a sudden outburst and tantrums, he’s handful when he’s sick. We wouldn’t be in our best behaviors all the time, means it comes to a point where we would snap at each other. Sometimes it means ‘us’ would be on the back burner because our child’s needs come first. Back then it was just the two of us, we’d fight, and we made up but now we can’t have arguments in front of him.”
Y/n looked at him expectantly, “I know I’m drawing the worst-case scenarios here, because… somewhere deep inside I’m still the same teenager Y/n who was shit scared of her mother…” her eyes glistened, it took all of Steve’s strength to not hold her in his arms, but he let her continue.
“… that part of me still tricks my brain into believing that nothing good would ever happen to me. And last four years had made it worse.”
“It is not true.” Steve caressed her cheek.
“I know. I have learned to live with it, in fact, according to my therapist I’m doing a pretty good job with handling my anxiety.”
“Therapist?”
“Yup! I had a sever case of post-partum depression and had to seek help… but that’s the story for another day.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile and he nodded in understanding.
“So…” She sighed, “if you’re still willing to be a part of my life, would you be onboard with the bad parts of it too?”
Steve leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Is that a, yes?” she smiled on the tingling feeling of his lips.
“You have a doubt?” He pecked her lips again.
She shrugged her shoulders, “could you be more convincing?”
Steve laughed and captured her lips in yet another deep kiss and when they broke apart, she pulled him in a hug. She closed her eyes and breathed into the crook of his neck. The distant smell of his cologne was comforting her, she stayed in his arms savoring the warmth and solace in him. It had been almost five years since she felt at peace and it was in this moment, in his arms, that she finally found tranquility.
“Hey, you with me?” Steve asked in a whisper. She was so quiet that he had to confirm if she was awake.
“Mhmm…” She slightly pulled away to face him. “Can we take ‘us’ slow? Like turtle speed slow? Sneaking around, stealing moments for us and see how it goes?”
“Yes, absolutely.” He returned her smile with love filled eyes.
“You won’t ask me anything?”
“About what? I think everything we settled on is pretty straight forward.”
“So? Coffee or hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate. And I’m making it.” Steve said walking towards the refrigerator to take out milk.
“If you insist.” She shrugged playfully. The next couple minutes were spent in comfortable silence, while Steve focused on making hot chocolate Y/n just sat there in the kitchen watching him.
“Ya’ know staring is considered rude.” He placed a steamy mug in front of her and came to sit down on his previous spot.
“I’m not staring.”
“Ahuh.”  
“What? I was thinking about something else.”
“I believe you.” he smirked.
“You’re being a sarcastic jerk to me!” she playfully hit him on the arm.
As they both settled down from a shared laugh, she took a sip from her hot drink. Steve looked at her face expectantly, noticing the way she had closed her eyes enjoying the taste of the hot chocolate in her mouth. It wasn’t an instant mixed hot chocolate; Steve had made it from scratch.
“Mmmm… this is so good.” She almost whispered.
“Thanks. Glad you like it.”
“I didn’t know I’ve been missing your hot chocolate more than I missed you.” She licked her lips.
Steve chuckled, “I’ll make you whenever you want to have one.”
“But you’d never share the secret recipe, Steve? You used to make it almost every night for me when we were young. Remember the exam nights, this hot chocolate did wonders.”
“I remember it all too well, Y/n.” He smiled but it wasn’t reaching his eyes, he took a sip from his own cup. “… It’s my dad’s recipe.”
Y/n looked at him like she had seen a ghost, her face went pale. Steve’s eyes were fixed on his cup else he wouldn’t have continued.
“When I first told dad how I felt about you, he told me that I’d have to do something extra ordinary to win you over. He shared his recipe with me, the same one he used when he and ma started dating. This is something very personal to me, close to my heart. He never shared it with Ma, he’d always fix some for her after dinner… It’s been years but I still miss him. I look up to him whenever I’m with Mal. I just… think about how he was with me when I was a kid and instantly, I know what to do. I wish I’d be half of a person my dad was to our son… wish there was a way I could tell him that ‘hey dad, your loser of a son is a father now.’” His eyes were distant, and a sad smile plastered his beautiful features. Y/n reached out to hold his hand but stopped not knowing what to say to him. Suddenly, she held herself accountable for something her mother had done years ago. How would she ever be able to tell him that her mother was the reason he lost his father.
“Hey… hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/n, tch… sweetheart…” When he finally turned his face to see a wet trail on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry Steve.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, Y/n.” And she looked at him with pain-stricken expression.
“I wish… I could be of help.” She snuffed. “You can talk to me about him, you know that right?”
He nodded with a small smile and moved on to talk about Malcolm’s birthday party arrangements. While they discussed a few things keeping in mind what Nat had told them earlier in the day, Y/n knew what she had to do at the end of their conversation. When Steve left, giving her yet another amazing good night kiss, she didn’t miss a moment to forward Peggy’s email to Natasha. She didn’t know if it was a hasty move, all she knew was that she couldn’t keep this information from Steve. Within ten minutes, she got a text message from Natasha.
-does Steve know about this?
-No.
-okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
-sure. Thanks Nat.
-Don’t thank me yet. You’ve been sitting on a bomb.
-I didn’t know what to do.
-We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Night.
-G’night.
As she lay down in the comfort of her bed, she wondered if she had done the right thing. She wanted to think about herself and Steve, and their future together but she couldn’t get Steve’s words out of her mind. Tossing and turning in bed, when sleep finally embraced her, she was jolted awake by the sound of Malcolm crying. She jumped out of her bed making a beeline towards Malcolm’s room.
“Mal-pal, what’s wrong?” She took him in her arms, slightly rubbing his back. “See mama is right here. Did you have a nightmare?”
He nodded with a sob.
“Okay, sweetheart. Here, take a sip of water and look at me.” She passed a water bottle, “You’re okay, everything is alright. It was just a nightmare. You wana tell me about it?”
“No wemembe’. But was scawy.” He sniffled between the words.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Okay? We’ll bring a new flashlight for your bedside table.” She set him down on the bed again, gently rubbing his back and she put herself in a comfortable position beside him and closed her eyes.
The next time she woke up with Alice gently calling out her name, letting her know that it was quarter to eight. Malcolm was still asleep on her chest, she put him down softly and got out of his bed, assuring Alice that she was okay, but she wasn’t. A slight pound of headache was making its way and before it got worse, she needed to take a shower and get ready for work.
She joined her dad and Alice at the breakfast table with unusually quiet Malcolm. She poured some coffee in her cup and made bite size pieces of pancake for her son.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Daniel asked. “Hey champ, you didn’t say good morning to Nono and Nana.”
Malcolm looked at his mama and then his Nono, “I had a nightma’e. I no sweep good.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, buddy. What can we do to make you feel good?”
Malcolm looked towards Y/n who smiled at him, “Dunno.” He shrugged.
“How about a shopping trip? I heard someone’s birthday is just around the corner and we think if we can go gift shopping…?”
Malcolm’s face light up immediately, “Its my birthday Nono, in…. twe’ve days.” He got excited.
“Okay, then I will pick Nono and Mal from the day care in the evening and we’ll go shopping.”
“… and we eat ice cweam too, Nana.” He said with mouth full, thrilled, and delighted.
Y/n leaned down to place a kiss on Malcolm’s forehead, this time she genuinely smiled seeing the happiness on her son’s face. Her heart melted and she gave another kiss in his hair before getting up and heading to the kitchen cabinet, taking out two tablets of Tylenol, she popped them in her mouth. Her phone on the counter started buzzing, seeing Natasha’s name on the screen, she stepped out of the kitchen clutching the phone in her hand.
“Hey Natasha!”
“Hey wassup?” Natasha chirped in her carefree tone. “And you can call me Nat. you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Y/n was amused at her confidence.
“Oh! May be not yet but I can see it happening.” It’s the way that Nat said it had made Y/n chuckle, finally easing up her tensed muscles.
“My alleged boyfriend told me you were a lawyer, didn’t know you could read future.”
Nat laughed out loud through the phone, “I like you… gosh why didn’t we meet earlier. You’d have been my best friend.”
“Thanks Nat.” She smiled.
“You’re welcome, Y/n…”
“What do you think about the email, Nat? I’ve been sitting on it for almost a month.”
“Oh boy!” Nat heaved a sigh, “Have you told Steve about it?”
“No! I wanted to but my dad told me not to…” She explained why her dad didn’t want Steve to know about this email.
“He’s right though, I respect your Daniel Carter, wouldn’t questioned his judgment. But its about you and Steve.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, the truth about his dad will eventually come out because Steve has filed a case against her. I’m gathering all the proof before I send an official court notice to her. And this email is solid evidence… its totally up to you if you want to tell Steve or just stay quiet…”
“How could I stay quiet, Nat. Just the other day, he told me how much he misses his dad, how much he still looks up to him… that’s unfair… I can’t hide it from him, but I’m also scared… scared that he would do something reckless. I don’t even know at this point.” Y/n was frustrated.
“I get what you’re saying. But it’s your choice to make, Y/n. If you don’t want to tell him, I wouldn’t let him know that you helped me with this evidence. You still have time to think over it though. I’m handling everything the best I can. I appreciate that you sent it to me, I’ll put together everything I have gathered against her. I would suggest you just chill and enjoy prepping for your little one’s birthday party.”
“Yeah… Thanks Nat. I seriously had no clue…”
“Don’t worry about it… unless I asked you to.” She laughed.
“I will try my best not to…” Y/n chuckled. With the sound of door opening, Malcolm rushed off to his mama and wrap himself on her thigh.
“Mama, you talk with daddy. I too.”
“I’m not, Mal-pal. Its Aunty Nat on the phone.” She ruffled his silky golden locks.
“I wana talk to daddy.” He whined.
“You will, sweetheart. Just be patient. Let me finish up with Aunty Nat.”
Nat, in the background cooed over Malcolm telling Y/n to give him a kiss for her. Once she ended the call with Nat, she Face- timed Steve and gave the phone to excited Malcolm as she walked them back inside. While he was busy with Steve, she started getting ready for work. After conversing with Nat, she was able to put aside her stress and think positively of the situation. If it was up to her to let Steve know about his dad, then she would make sure that she’d do it sooner rather than later. She didn’t want to build a relationship with him, keeping secrets from him. She had no idea how he would react, maybe he’d do exactly same what her dad had deduced that is going rampage after her mother, but she hoped it wouldn’t be the case because Steve had already filed a case against Eleanor.
Y/n settled on waiting until after Malcolm’s birthday party, then she would let Steve know the truth. Giving herself a satisfied look in a full-length mirror, she headed out to find her son who happened to be a big fan of his father. She smiled seeing him sprawled out on the couch where she left him, in a deep conversation about garbage trucks and their history. She waited patiently for them to end the call while also wondering about finally starting something with Steve. Even to this day and what they had gone through in the past four years, her heart still fluttered, and butterflies still erupted in her stomach to the idea of finally having a significant relationship with Steve. There’d be ups and downs, moments when they both needed space from each other but in her heart, she knew that they would be just fine together.
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zaraomarrogers · 2 months
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Boy oh boy!!! What the heck!!!
Did I just watch a Netflix episode?? It had everything from action to thrill and then that little kiss on the tip of Steve’s nose 😘❤️ our reader is definitely not making it easier for him and I love every bit of their banter.
Also, why I feel Regina is being shady. I’m unable to completely trust her. There’s something really wrong about her.
I enjoyed this chapter so much 🩷
Heart’s Munition
Chapter 7
Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader
Word count: 6.3k
Warning: mention of blood/blood splatter, gun use, gunshot, knife use, non-con touching (not Steve), SA, attempted rape, bruises, beating, angst, protective Steve
A/N: I really liked writing this chapter. Here we have a situation in which reader knows that Steve is in the mob but has never been in direct contact with any type of violence or anything until she is… We also find out who the woman that broke Steve's heart is (Are we surprised who it is?) We'll find out why later on so here we go....
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“One more piece of tape.” You said as you held your hand out. 
“Here you go.” 
You place the tape on the last corner and then smooth it out to make sure it stays in place. 
“Mom are you done?” Eli pops his head into the room you’re in. “They’re downstairs.”
“Yes, come on.” 
You and Eli were two balls of energy. Everything was in place and Regina was more than supportive in your excitement. For the last two days you had been working on getting a room ready for Peter. He was finally being released from the hospital and considering how things were going Steve thought it would be better if Peter stayed for a while. 
There’s voices coming from the hallway so you and Eli stand together and wait for the door to open. Steve smiles as he opens the door and steps inside. Peter is right behind him. 
“Welcome home.” You and Eli yell at the same time. Peter, still being medicated, is startled before he starts laughing. 
“Thanks guys. Did you help decorate?” He asks Eli who walked up to Peter and hugged him gently. 
“Yeah. Do you wanna watch a movie?” 
“That sounds like a great idea bud.” 
“Eli, let Peter get settled first. Why don’t you go help Dom make some snacks for the two of you?” 
“Ok ma. I’ll be right back.” Eli says before he’s running out the door. 
“It’s good to see you’re back.” You said as you gave Peter a hug of your own. 
“Glad to be back too.”
You smile as you help him get comfortable in bed. Regina helps by getting his bags from Sam and sorting out the items. 
“Who’s she?” Peter nods in her direction. 
“This is Regina, the newest member of our staff.” 
Peter gives her an awkward smile and his eyes dart to Steve. He thought he’d find the boss checking her out but his eyes were only on you. Peter knew from the first moment Steve liked you but he was stubborn. He wouldn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. Steve had warned him to keep a level head and to keep feelings out of the business. But seeing him now it would seem as if his boss was going against his own advice. 
“Nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything.” Regina offers. “I’m going to get back to work.”  
“Thanks.” Steve says as he moves so that she can reach the door. 
You stay for a few more minutes catching up with Peter before you excuse yourself too. Bucky and Sam walk out with you.
“We’ll let you get settled but we do have to talk about what happened at some point.” Steve says. 
“Of course boss.” Peter nods. “I’m glad you brought them here. Y/N and Eli I mean. It was just the two of them and with Eli as sick as he is Y/N needs all the support she can get.” 
“And she has it now. Why didn’t you tell me about her and her son?” 
Peter looks down at his hands. 
“You’re not in trouble.” 
“She asked me not to. Simple as that. Eli is her priority and I respected that.” 
“You’re loyal, I like that about you kid.” Steve says. “You’re not keeping any other secrets from me are you?” 
“No sir. Eli is the only thing I’ve ever kept a secret.” 
“Good. Now get some rest.” 
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Steve flexed his hand, assessing the damage on his knuckles from the interrogation he’d been a part of. He hissed when the cold alcohol swab touched the open skin on his other hand. 
“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur as you throw away the used alcohol pad. 
You turn away from Steve to grab some ointment and when you turn back he’s lighting a cigarette. 
“Hey.” Steve protests when you snatch the unlit cigarette from his mouth. “What the hell, I need a smoke. I'm stressed.” 
“No smoking in the house.” 
“It’s my house.” Steve argues back. 
“Elijah can’t inhale smoke so either quit or go outside to the other end of the yard where he doesn’t play.” 
“So now I can’t do whatever I want in my own house?”  Steve glares at you but you aren’t intimidated by it. 
You roll your eyes before taking his hand again and finish cleaning it up before moving around to the next one. 
“I didn’t ask you to move in. You brought me here and told me this place was safe for me and my kid. Now if you go and trigger an asthma attack it won't be good for him.” 
Steve huffs but agrees. He sits silently for a moment as he watches you.
“You know maybe I should get you a sexy nurse uniform.” 
“And who would I wear it for?”
“Your only patient.” Steve says, matter of fact. “Do you think I’d let anyone else see you dressed in something like that?” 
“I don’t know, I thought it was my choice who I let see me with or without clothes on.” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, a smirk playing on your lips when Steve’s jaw clenched. “What? Does it bother you that I could go out there and find someone and let him take me home?” 
Steve stands abruptly and spins you so that you’re chest to chest with him. His hands lay flat against the flat surface of the desk  behind you, his eyes darkening at just the thought of someone else putting their hands on you. Your breath hitches at the intensity in his gaze. 
“Do you really think I would let that happen? Let some asshole touch you.” 
“It’s not up to you, Steve. I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want. Why do you care anyway? Are you still just trying to get me in your bed? Is this why you’ve been so helpful, you think that helping me with Eli will get me to sleep with you? I won’t risk it. My job is much more important than a one night stand with you. Besides I thought we were past this you sleeping with your maids thing.” 
Steve groans in frustration, his head falling to your shoulder. You smile and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“No. I’m helping you with Eli because I genuinely care.” He pulls back to look at you, his gaze much softer now. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before but I will be now. I want you. Not just for one night.” 
“Well two nights isn’t going to cut it either.” 
“You’re being a brat, you know that? I'm going to win you over.” 
You laugh and get closer to his face, his eyes immediately going to your lips. 
“Well I’m not going to make it easy for you.” You murmur and kiss the tip of his nose just as the door opens. 
Bucky walks in, his steps falter as he watches the two of you separate yourself from one another. 
“Hey Buck, right on time I was just finishing up here.” You say as if he didn’t walk in on the two of you in a compromising position. 
“Uh-ok cool.” 
You pick up the first aid kit and place it back in its spot within Steve’s office. As you head for the door you stop and turn to look at both men.
“How much longer is that mess going to be downstairs?” You asked about the nameless idiot that shot Peter.
“It will be cleaned up soon.” 
“Ok, just let me know if you need me to take Eli out for the day. I don’t want him to see any of that.” 
“Of course.” Steve smiled and you walked out.
“What was that about?” 
“Don’t worry about it.” Steve waves his hand dismissively. 
“Ok? Anyways, Beck still won’t talk. We’ve tried everything.” 
Steve sighed as he ran a hand over his beard. “We’re going to have to call either Lloyd or Loki in. But we’ll move Beck first. I don’t want that done here.” 
“I’ll figure out where to move him to.” 
“Thanks, I’ll make the call.” Steve leans forward and grabs the phone while Bucky heads back out. 
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You heard Steve’s voice before you walked into Elijah’s room. Almost as soon as you had moved in, Eli requested that Steve read with him at night before bed. You told your son you weren’t sure that was possible but in the short time you’ve been there Steve hasn’t missed a night. Although reading didn’t take long, all of the medication Eli was on made him sleepy. It didn’t stop him from fighting it and trying to stay awake for just a few more minutes. You lean against the doorframe and watch Steve tuck Eli in and turn off the lamp next to his bed. 
“Hey.” Steve says as he walks out of the bedroom. 
“He didn’t put up much of a fight did he?” 
“No.” Steve shakes his head. “I think all of the excitement of having Peter here wore him out.” 
You smile while looking back into the darkened bedroom. “I’m not surprised. He loved when Pete would come over and play video games.” 
Steve’s eyes were still on you when you looked back up at him. There was an intense feeling of need between the two of you as you stood in the quiet dimly lit hallway. One that pulled you closer to each other. He cleared his throat and you looked away.
“I have some business to attend to at one of my clubs. Will you be alright here alone?” 
“Yeah. Peter is sleeping too and I think Dom had a poker game. I’m just gonna enjoy a nice bubble bath before bed.” 
Steve groans and closes his eyes. You bite back a laugh. 
“Do you need a hand with this bubble bath?” 
You smile and shake your head before starting to walk backwards toward your own room. “I’m good, thanks. I can take care of myself just fine.” 
“Tease.” Steve mutters as he watches you walk into your room. 
****
Steve shook hands with his newest associate, Erik Killmonger. They had worked together before but this was going to be on a more permanent and lucrative basis. The two men were in the vip section with a drink in hand celebrating their new business deal. 
They looked down at the sea of people dancing and drinking as they talked about logistics and expectations. 
“Good evening gentlemen.” A sickly sweet voice called out from behind them. 
It was a voice Steve recognized and immediately tensed because of it. He turned slowly, anger already rising within him. A glare was sent in the direction of the uninvited guest but she was unphased.
“What are you doing here, Sharon?” Steve demanded to know. 
“I just came by to say hello, see how my old friend was doing.” 
“You shouldn’t be here. Not my club and not in New York.” 
She rolled her eyes and sat at one of the plush couches, motioning for a waitress to get her a drink. “I heard you were doing business and I have a proposition for you.” 
Erik looked between the two and excused himself after mentioning something about someone catching his eye. It left Steve alone with Sharon although Bucky quickly and quietly joined them. 
“So what do you say, Rogers? Want to make a deal?” Sharon asked as she batted her lashes at Steve. 
“No. You shouldn’t even be in New York but I’ll be a gentleman and give you twelve hours to leave.” Steve nods at Bucky who moves and grabs Sharon by the arm. 
“You can’t be serious? Is this because of Peggy?” 
Steve tensed at the mention of her name. It brought back bitter and hurtful memories. He kept his expression unreadable though and looked back at the blonde. 
“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d never work with The Carter Family again and I intend to keep it. I also told you that you have twelve hours to leave.”
Sharon pulls her arm away from Bucky’s hold. “It’s a shame you’re letting your emotions get in the way of a very lucrative deal.” 
“Sharon-” Steve raised his hand to stop her from talking when she opened her mouth.
“Steve.”
“What Buck?” He looked over a Bucky, annoyed that he was being interrupted. 
“We have to go. Check your phone.” 
Steve pulls out his phone to find a few missed calls and texts from your phone. 
Y/N: Steve mom needs help. 
Y/N: Come home now!
Y/N: Please!!
Y/N: Answer your  phone.
Steve immediately called you back but you didn’t answer. The urgency came from the first message that was obviously from Eli. He wasn’t sure how he missed yours and Peter’s calls but he left Sharon forgotten in his VIP section and headed back home with Sam and Bucky.
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Eli and Peter were sleeping. Dom had gone to a weekly poker game with his friends. The house was quiet and you have wanted to take advantage of the bathtub in your room for a while. So that’s what you did. You lit some candles and added epsom salts and oils into the water. It was perfect. With some music playing softly in the background the only thing missing was a glass of wine. You grabbed your robe and headed downstairs with the intention of pouring yourself some. 
It was while passing Elijah’s room that something felt off. While you left the door ajar it was opened a little too wide. Then there was a smell of cigarette smoke that bothered you. Especially after asking Steve not to smoke around him. You knew that request bothered him but he wouldn’t go do anything to harm Eli either. So you crept up to the door and peered inside just to make sure Eli was still asleep. You could see him on the bed sleeping soundly but the cigarette smoke clung in the air heavily. Since the room was dark other than the sliver of light that illuminated the bed you struggled to make anything else out. 
You hear it before you see it. The deep inhale in the corner of the room. Then the lit cigarette. The person smoking takes a step out of his hiding place and you can barely make out his short slicked back hair and large frame. Your breathing stops as you stare at this stranger in your son’s room. 
“Well what do we have here?” It’s almost a whisper but it sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine. 
“Get out of this room right now.” 
The stranger walked closer to you. He was tall and obviously strong. You were sure he would overpower you but he was a threat to your son. You’d do anything to protect him. With every step he took you took one back in the hopes of leading him out into the hallway. 
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Rogers must be treating you well if you walk around like that.” He motioned toward your robe which had loosened and revealed your bra. He licked his lips as he eyed you. “The kid might be a bit of a mood killer though.” 
You wrapped the robe around yourself tightly and headed towards the stairs. He stalked towards you with a predatory gaze in his eyes. Before you could get to the top of the stairs he grabs the back of your neck, pressing his body against your. One hand wraps around your throat and the other starts roaming your body.
“That’s no way to treat a guest, Honey.” He whispered in your ear before sniffing your hair. 
“Let me go.” 
“Show me a good time and maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll keep you.”  
He started dragging back into the hallway and opened the first door he found. 
“No. Please don’t.” You tried to push against him in hopes of avoiding being thrown into the bed. But he was taller and obviously stronger than you. 
“You should cooperate sweetheart. Maybe I’ll go easy on ya.” 
You're thrown onto the bed. The robe you were wearing is now open, exposing your bra and revealing the shorts you were wearing. You cry and beg as your attacker moves to crawl over you, his lips find their way to your neck as he holds your hands above your head with one hand. His grip is hard and painful. The other he uses to keep your face still as he kisses you. He pulls back and smirks down at you. 
“Look at you, you’re so pretty when you cry.” He laughs as he moves around in order to undress you. In a moment of desperation you kick your feet up and manage to kick him in his groin. “You fucking cunt.” In his moment of weakness you kick higher this time and your foot connects with his face. He grabs his nose and starts cursing at you but you’re moving away from him.
You ran faster this time in hopes of getting down the stairs. As long as he was away from Eli you didn’t care what happened to you. 
“Dumb whore. I was going to be good to you but now you’re fucked. When I’m done with you, you’ll never see the kid again.” He yelled as he followed you down the stairs. “Stop running or I’ll go back up there and shoot the kid.”
Turning to look over your shoulder slowly you saw the gun aimed at you. 
“I really only came here for one thing. You see your little fuck buddy, Rogers, he has an associate of mine.” He says while taking a few steps down towards you. 
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Elijah creep out of his room. He stood there unmoving as he watched a stranger pull a gun out on his mom. You prayed he would go hide again and were relieved when he moved away from the railing. 
On the landing that led to the second floor you stood looking up at the intruder. He takes slow deliberate steps just to show you that he was in control. Your tear stained cheeks do nothing to deter his attack.
“If you tell me where he is,” he pulls his phone out and shows you a picture. “I won’t have the kid watch what I do to you. I won’t sell him off to the highest bidder either.” 
A door opens up at the end of the hall. He stops on the last step so that he’s hidden from whoever is there.
“Y/N?” Peter’s sleepy voice breaks the tense silence. “Y/N, I need some help.” 
The stranger takes a peek around the corner and sees Peter making his way down slowly. You take his distraction and charge at him full force hoping to at least knock him down and get the gun away from him. Barreling into him, shoulder first, he falls back. It wasn’t so much your strength but catching him off guard that helped you. He groaned as he grabbed his head, a small amount of blood started to trickle from the apparent gash at the back. While it looked like it hurt it didn’t completely knock your aggressor out. 
“Peter, get back in your room. Call Steve or anyone tell them to get back now.” You yelled before running down the stairs with the gun in your hand. 
Not even hitting his head against a few steps slows down your attacker. It forces you to head into the kitchen instead of outside. You turn on your heel and hold the gun up, pointing it at him.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you.” You say.
“Really? I don’t think you’ve ever used a gun before.” 
“First time for everything.” You reply. “On your knees.” The gun is still pointed at him but it shakes almost violently in your hands. 
He smirks and takes another step closer. The gun goes off but it hits the floor. It makes your hands shake even more.
“Don’t. Move.” You say through gritted teeth. 
There’s movement behind him and then Peter is telling you to move. The intruder turns around to face Peter knowing you won’t be able to shoot. He still gets shot once in the shoulder and in each kneecap forcing him to the ground. When you stand from behind the kitchen island you see Peter standing with a gun in his hand, suppressor attached. 
“Are you ok?” He asks while keeping his gun aimed down at the intruder. 
“I think so.” You say with a shaky voice while looking him over. “You’re bleeding.” 
“I think I ripped my stitches.” 
“I’ll get you cleaned up. Let me just-“ you look around unsure of what you can use to restrain him.  “I’ll be right back.” You run down the steps to the basement on wobbly legs. 
“We can use this.” 
You say as you get to the top stair with some rope. Peter nods but grimaces at any slight movement. 
“What do I do?” You look up at Peter.
“Y/N, Peter?” 
“In the kitchen.” You yell out. 
Coulson’s quick steps echo throughout the otherwise quiet home. He stares at the scene in front of him bewildered for just a moment. 
“Give me the rope.” He says and moves into action. 
You help Peter get to the couch. “I’m gonna get the first aid kit ok? I’ll be right back.”
“Hey,” he catches your hand. “Go check on Eli first, this can wait a few minutes.” 
He saw the relief in your eyes and the way your tense shoulders slumped. 
You run up the stairs and head directly to his room where you find the door locked.
“Elijah, baby it’s me.” You knock. “Baby please open the door. It’s ok.” 
The door opens and Eli’s crying face comes into view.
“Mom.” He rushes to you, burying his face in your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist. 
“It’s ok, it’s safe now. Are you ok?”
You feel him nodding against you. The only thing you can do is hug him back and assure him that he’s ok. After a few minutes you pull away, kneeling to get a better look at him and make sure there are no marks on him. 
“Why was that man here? Why did he want to hurt you?”
“I don’t know, baby.” You brush away his tears. “Let’s go sit.” 
Eli takes your hand and walks back into his room. You aren’t sure if it’s him shaking or you but it’s almost uncontrollable. 
“I tried to call and text Steve but he didn’t answer.” He holds out your phone.
“You did a good job, come here.” 
You take your phone and call Steve immediately but there’s no answer. Then you call Sam and Bucky and still nothing. You send them all a few texts and you start to worry that they have been hurt. Dom answers right away and he tells you that he’ll be back in a few minutes. After that you sit against the headboard and bring Elijah to sit on your lap and you hold him tight like when he was a baby. The only thing you could do now was wait. 
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Steve flew through traffic in order to make it back as fast as he could. His mind raced as he tried and failed to get an answer from you. He came up with the worst case scenarios of what could be happening. All Steve hoped was that you and Eli were ok no matter what the issue was. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to either of you. 
 Sam and Bucky weren’t far behind when Steve finally pulled into the driveway of his mansion. Immediately he knew something was way off. The normal guards that were posted around the perimeter were missing. He grabbed his gun as he stepped out of his car. When he looked backed, Sam and Bucky also had their guns out. 
Steve rushed to the door, opening it without warning. His gun was up as he walked in with Sam and Bucky behind him. They walk into the living room only to find Peter sitting back on the couch, his hand putting pressure on the area where he had been stitched up previously. Dom was fussing over him trying to help stop the bleeding.
“Peter? What happened?” Steve asked, getting the attention of the semiconscious young man. 
“There’s this guy. He broke in.” 
“I have him down in the room.” Coulson stepped out of the kitchen. “I got an alert from the security alarm. I got here just as Peter shot him. It seems he had his eyes set on Y/N.”
“Where is she?” 
“Upstairs.” Peter answers. “With Eli.” 
Steve looks back and Bucky lifts his chin up towards the stairs. 
“We’ll go see who this idiot is.” 
“Get Peter medical help and find out what happened to the guards.”
“Clint and Nat are on their way.” Coulson says. “I’ll have them take Peter in.”
Steve nods and heads upstairs. He takes two at a time until he reaches the third floor. His heart is beating out of his chest as he walks up to Eli’s room, worried about the state he would find you in. He knocks but doesn’t get an answer so he opens the door and takes a peek inside. The cigarette smoke still lingers but he doesn’t find either you or Eli. Steve walks out and heads to your room, knocking a bit more harshly than he intended too. 
“Y/N? Can you open up?” Steve calls out. After a minute the door opens and your tear stained face peeks out. 
“Steve.” You whimper when you finally see him.
“C’mere, baby.” Steve pulls you into his chest. He feels your whole body trembling and his arms tighten around you. “Are you ok? Is Elijah?” 
You nod against his chest and begin to sob now that Steve was there. 
“It’s over. You’re safe.” Steve murmured.
He kept as calm as he could but he felt nothing but rage. Not only did someone think they could just walk into his home without any repercussions, they also terrorized you. There would be hell to pay once he was downstairs to get the necessary information. 
“Do either of you need to see a doctor?”
“No. We’re ok, just shaken up a bit.” You reply as you finally look up at him again. 
“Alright. What about you? Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did he do anything to you?” 
You avert your eyes and Steve’s stomach drops. 
“What did he do? Did he touch you?” Steve’s voice hardened. There was this underlying and unsettling sharpness to it.
You nodded. Steve took a deep breath while he slowly pulled away and turned his back towards you. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about all the ways he was going to rip the asshole that dared touch you apart. 
Steve turned back to look at you. “Did he force hi-“
“Tried to. I got away from him before he could.” 
“Ok.” Steve takes a deep breath. “C’mon let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.” 
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Once Steve realizes that you’re asleep he leaves the room quietly. He walks down to the first floor to find out what the hell is going on in his own home. There will be hell to pay for this, not just for the disrespect of breaking into his house but for what you went through.
“Update, now.” He demands.
“The idiot that broke in is none other than Jack Rollins. Apparently he was looking for Beck when he stumbled upon Eli’s room.” Bucky says. “He’s a sick twisted bastard from what Peter told me he heard.” 
“Did he say anything else?” 
Bucky shakes his head. Steve starts rolling up his sleeves. He heads for the basement door with Bucky on his heels. 
“What are you going to do?” 
“What do you think?” He growls but continues toward the basement door. 
“Steve, think about this.” Bucky says. “We could get information out of him if we do this right.”
Steve stops and turns to look at Bucky and the rest of his team. 
“He put his hands on Y/N. I don’t give a fuck about information.” 
Bucky’s eyes harden at the new information.
“I’ll come with you.” 
The two men walk down to the basement and into the soundproof room. Sam was standing over Rollins, who already had a few cuts and scrapes along with the gunshot wounds. Steve doesn’t waste any time at all as he connects his fist with Rollin’s jaw. The man, who had been tied to a chair, falls backwards. 
“I’m guessing that pretty little thing you have upstairs told you about our time together.” Rollins chuckles. “She was real sweet.0
Steve lands a few more hits before he stretches his hand out behind him. Bucky already knows what Steve wants and hands him a knife. Steve inspects it carefully before looking down at the man below him. 
“Oohh should I be-Aahh.” Rollins screams when Steve plunges the knife into the bullet wound on his shoulder. Blood splatters into Steve’s face but it doesn’t deter him.
****
When Steve finally stopped his assault he was covered in blood. Steve’s anger hadn’t subsided even as he walked back into the kitchen. The others were gathered around the island talking about what happened when he joined them. 
“Has anyone checked in on Y/N?” He asked. 
“Still sleeping boss.” 
He nods and starts walking out. “I’ll be back in about 10 minutes. I want to know everything when I come back.” 
Steve goes up to his room to shower and change quickly. Then he heads back down to the kitchen. Dom has a cup of coffee ready for him. The sun was just starting to light up the sky. Steve grabs his cup and takes a sip. 
“What do we have?” He asks as he takes a seat at the kitchen table. 
“Rollins killed some of the guards around the perimeter, enough to slip by undetected. He hacked the security system. He couldn’t completely deactivate it but he delayed the notification Coulson would get.” Clint said. 
“He was looking for Beck. But he won’t say anything else.” 
“What should we do now?” Bucky asks. 
“First I want him out of the house. Get him some medical attention, I’m not done with him just yet.” Steve orders. “Let’s double up the guards. Let’s have Jensen double check the security system and upgrade whatever needs to be upgraded.”
“How is Peter doing?” 
Steve and the rest of the group turn to see you standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Even though you slept most of the night you look exhausted. Eyes are red and slightly swollen as if you’d just been crying. 
“Peter’s fine. He just ripped some stitches, he’s in his room sleeping.” Nat tells you. 
You nod as Dom walks over to you. 
“Want some coffee, Mia Cara?” 
You shake your head. Dom opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace. The older man pats your back in a comforting manner. 
“You’re safe now, Mia Cara. We won’t let anything like this happen again. You hear me?” He reassures you. 
You just nod against his chest. Everyone silently shuffles out of the kitchen. Dom places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves, giving you and Steve some privacy. 
“How are you feeling?” Steve asks as he gets up and moves towards you.
You shrug. Other than being worried about Eli you were numb to the whole situation. 
“Baby, look at me.” Steve says softly.  He tucks a finger under your chin and pulls up so that you have to look at him. 
You’re fighting back tears for what felt like the millionth time. 
“Tell me what you need?”
“I don’t know.” 
“How about some time away from here? We can get away for a weekend and take Eli somewhere fun. What do you say?” Steve offers.
 It angered him all over again to see you like this. A shell of who you really are. Your arms wrapped around yourself. Steve didn’t like seeing you down like this although it was completely understandable. 
You shrug again in response and he sighs. 
“Why don’t you go rest for a little bit longer and I’ll have Dom make you something and bring it up.” 
“I can’t.” You mumble as you look around the room. 
“Why?” 
“I have to work.”
“You’re joking right? You aren’t going to be working today. Regina will be in any minute now, she’ll do what she can. You worry about taking care of yourself and Eli.” Steve says as he leads you out of the kitchen and into the living room. 
In the distance you hear the door that is normally used by the house staff to come in and out.
“See, that's probably Regina right now. I’ll talk to her.” 
You gasp when Regina appears in the doorway. She’s sporting a black eye, busted lip, bruises around her throat and she’s holding her side as if it hurt. You rush over to her to make sure she’s ok. 
“What happened?” 
“The-these men they-they broke into my house early this morning.” She sobbed before hiding her face in your shoulder. 
“Fuck. Bucky, Sam.” Steve yells for them. The two men rush out of the hallway that leads to Steve’s office. 
“What happened?” Bucky asks once he sees Regina crying. 
You tell them what she had just said since she couldn’t control her crying. Both men look back at Steve, the same anger in their eyes. Dom and Coulson soon join the others.
“Do you know who did this?” You ask her as you guide her to the couch. 
“No. I’ve never seen them before. I was sleeping when they broke in.” Regina sniffles.
“Did they say what they wanted?”
Regina nods. “They told me that I had to get whatever information that I could on you and report back to them.” 
“I have a few questions.”
“Ask away.” 
“How did they know you work for me?” Steve asks and you look between him and Regina.
“I don’t know, maybe they had been following me?” 
“Why tell me?”
Regina swallows thickly as tears well up in her eyes again. “Well everyone here has been so nice to me, and this is the first job I don’t have to get almost naked to get money for,” She sighs, wincing due to her injured ribs. “I didn’t want to ruin what I had here. But my grandma, she’s in a nursing home and they had pictures of her. They said that they’d hurt me and make her watch.”
“They said the same about me and Eli.” 
“Wait what?” Regina looks at you confused. 
“Someone broke in last night.”   
“What is happening?” Regina asked. She was scared and so were you. The only difference was that you knew Steve would make things right. 
“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. In the meantime you can’t go back to your place.” Steve tells her. “We’ll have someone pick up some clothes for you and have a doctor look you over. Do you think you could recognize these men if you saw them again?”
“Maybe. Oh wait,” Regina grabs her phone. “Would a video help?”
“You have a video of them?” 
She looks at Bucky and nods. “I installed a doorbell camera and a camera in the living room. Here, you can definitely see their faces.” 
“You have a camera in your living room?” Sam asks suspiciously.
“I live alone and I’m single. There have been some break ins around the neighborhood. I was trying to protect myself.” She says as she hands the phone over to Bucky.
Sam and Steve huddle around Bucky to look at the video Regina had. They see her being dragged out of her room and beaten. Unfortunately they didn’t recognize the men in the video but they would find them nonetheless. 
“Thank you for this. I don’t know who they are but we’re going to find them.” Steve tells her. “Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?” 
You get up and follow Steve into his office where he closes the door behind you. 
“What’s wrong?” You ask Steve after watching him pace back and forth for a few minutes. “Is it about whoever broke into Regina’s place?”
Steve leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. 
“I’ll most likely have to be out more. At least while I track these sons of bitches down.”
“Ok, and?” 
“Will you be ok here? After last night… I’m doing everything to make sure this place is more secure.”
“Ok.” 
“I’m also going to assign Nat to be with you whenever you go out. I know you’re independent but I need you to do as she says if something were to happen.” 
“Do you think someone would try to hurt me again?” 
“Honestly? I don’t know. I mean look at what they did to Regina and she hasn’t even been here that long. I’m not going to risk you and Eli being in danger again.” Steve pushes himself off the desk and walks over to you. “It should’ve never happened in the first place. I’m going to handle this.”
“I’m more worried about Elijah than myself.”
“Of course you are because you’re a good mom.” Steve cups your face when he sees your eyes start getting glassy. “You just take care of him like you always do and I’ll keep you both safe.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” 
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zaraomarrogers · 2 months
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This is awesome 👏 and I love the surprise at the end as well.
Reunion-Oneshots (Steve Rogers AU)
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Character: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Modern AU)
Words Count: 2,962
Warning: 18+, Smut, Minors do not read. My first time writing a smut Forgive me if it’s not good.
The Italic fonts is to show the flashback.
Any feedback would be lovely.
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Steve is nervous about attending his high school reunion. He kept checking himself in front of the mirror. He used to be bullied because he used to be a skinny boy. 
Bucky always there for him. But because he’s the star athlete of their school, he doesn’t attend the class for the sports season. 
And there’s another person who would help Steve other than Bucky; it’s (Y/N). 
He still remembers that day. 
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Steve was sitting alone at the library after the test result got handed out. When he was alone, suddenly, heavy armrest on his shoulder “Hey Stevie, we heard you got the highest point on the exam.”
Steve want to walk away; this bullied must want him to do their homework. 
“Hey…”
The bully turned their head and gasped, “Oh shit, it’s (Y/N).”
You sitting at the table not far from Steve look at the bully group with a cold expression. “This is a library. If you still making noises get out.”
“Yes, ma’am.” They left immediately leave Steve alone. 
Steve grabbed his book and walked to your table. “Ehm, thank you (Y/N).”
You didn’t answer him at that moment, but then you called his name “Steve.”
“Yeah?”
“You know they’re jealous of you. Even though you’re not tall like them but anyone could see you have a big heart.”
“You are smart, and a gentleman reminded me a little bit of my grandpa.” (Y/N) giggled a bit. 
Since that day, Steve has a big crush on (Y/N). 
But when he wants to get closer, you suddenly has to transfer abroad again.
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