ă Fatherâs Day ă
Fatherâs Day.
The day had always been a little different for Steve. He had never had a father in the traditional sense. Instead, his mother, Sarah, had been mother and father to him. She was the one who had taught him right from wrong. She was the one who gave him courage and hope of a better life. She was the one who taught him how to be a man.
But even so, when Steve was young, he and Sarah would celebrate Fatherâs Day. Every year on the day, she would make her late husbandâs favorite meal, take Steve to visit his grave, and tell her son all her favorite stories about his father. She told tales of chivalry, courage, and honor and her face always lit up in adoration. Steve could always tell that she had loved his father greatly.
He has fond memories of these times, even though he now knows the truth.
The routine had remained the same up until the year of Steveâs 16th birthday. Now that Bucky was in the picture, he was always around the Rogers household. Which meant that Bucky knew a lot about the two of them and their little family. And as it turns out, he knew something that Steve didnât.
The truth came out the day before Fatherâs Day as they sat on the steps outside of Steveâs house.
â 1933 â
âSo,â Bucky said. âYou doinâ anything tomorrow?â
Steve shrugged. âSame as every year. Church in the morning. Help Ma cook after. Then we go visit my dad and come home.â
âYou go visit your dad?â
âYeah, at the cemetery.â
There was a silence as Bucky hesitated. âYou still visit him?â
âYeah, âcourse. Why?â
The brunet shrugged and shook his head. âDunno. I just thought⌠Nevermind.â
âYou thought what?â The blondâs brow furrowed as he looked at his best friend.
Again, Bucky hesitated.
âBuck,â Steve said. â/Câmon/. What is it?â
âIâm not sâposed to say, Stevie. Your ma made me promise not to tell.â
âPromise not to tell what?â
Bucky took a deep breath and stared at his shoes, then exhaled slowly.
âYour dad wasnât one of the good guys.â
âWhat?â Steve looked at Bucky in confusion as Bucky practically shrank where he sat.
âI mean he wasnât good to your ma.â Buckyâs voice was softer now, almost a whisper. âHe drank too much. Got real mean. Heâd hit her.â
Steve frowned and leaned back and away from Bucky so that he could see the boy better. âWhatâre you talkinâ about? Who told you that?â
âI overheard Sarah talkinâ to your neighbor. Mrs. Kelly was askinâ why she still takes you to see your dadâs grave every year when he was so bad to her. After, I asked her if it was true, and she said it was.â
At this, Steve turned his gaze toward his own shoes and felt the world around him darkening. âShe lied to me.â
âNo, Stevie.â Bucky shook his head. âShe said she felt bad that you didnât have a dad. She wanted you to have one. That you deserved to have a dad. She made me promise not to tell you, so justâdonât let on that you know, okay?â
Steve was quiet. He didnât answer Bucky for a few minutes. But when he spoke again, he said, âI have an idea. But Iâm gonna need your help.â
Bucky looked at Steve with a soft gaze, then nodded. âWhat dâyou need me to do?â
The next day, after church, the boys enlisted Mrs. Kellyâs help in distracting Sarah for the afternoon. She said it was an emergency which absolutely required Sarahâs help in resolving, so the boys had the house to themselves. They spent the afternoon recreating Sarahâs favorite dish and tidying up the little house.
So, when Sarah returned home, they greeted her eagerly.
âBoys?â She gave them a wry smile as she hung up her shawl on the hook by the door. âWhatâs all this?â
âTake a seat, Ma,â Steve said with a grin. âDinnerâs all ready.â
âYou /cooked/?â She raised her brows at the boys. âBoth of you?â
âMhm, we made your favorite.â
Steve brought the main dish to the table as Bucky pulled out the chair for Sarah to sit.
âThank you,â she replied with a chuckle. âIt smells wonderful.â
Once the boys were seated, they prayed together and began to eat. When the meal was finished, Sarah wiped her mouth on a napkin, then sat back in her seat and smiled at the boys.
âSo, are you two going to tell me what this is all about?â
Bucky shot Steve a look, then raised his brow as well.
Steve looked back at Bucky, then nodded as he turned to his mother.
âWell,â he said. âI know every year you make Dadâs favorite meal and then we go to visit him, but I thought we could do somethinâ different this year.â
âWhyâs that?â
Steve hesitated and looked at Bucky, who nodded in encouragement.
ââCause I /know/, Ma. I know about Dad. How he was with you.â
âYou do?â The woman looked to her sonâs best friend, who seemed to shrink in his seat once again.
âYeah. Donât be mad at Buck, Ma. I forced it outta him.â The blond rose from his chair and stood beside his mother. He took her hand as he continued. âYou donât need to feel bad that Dadâs not around. And you donât need to keep up some lie to make me happy. I /am/ happy. Youâre all the parent I need.â
The womanâs face was blank for a few moments before it was flooded with emotion. Her eyes welled up as she pulled her son into a hug. âIâm sorry,â she said. âI shouldâve have been honest with you about your father.â
âItâs okay, Ma. I love you.â
âI love you too, my darling boy.â
â 2017 â
A lot has changed since that day in 1933. But, in particular, now Steve has a daughter of his own. She was created by HYDRA, unbeknownst to him, but he rescued her from them and found out the truth. Now, sheâs practically his entire world.
After having spent the day with her, he leaves her in the care of his friends for about an hour before heading out to the cemetery where Sarah is buried. On the way, he picks up a bouquet of flowers to lay before her headstone.
Once the flowers are arranged, he takes a step back and draws in a deep breath.
âHi, Ma. I know itâs been a while. You know how it is. Never any rest these days.â A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âThings are good though. The teamâs doinâ well. Tony and I are great. But I think the biggest thing Iâve got to tell you is about my daughter.â He pauses and smiles down at his hands. âHer name is Sarah, after you. Sheâs eight, but I just met her. HYDRA created her from my DNA. She was so scared when I got her outta that place, but sheâs doinâ better now. Sheâs so happy and bright.â
He lets out a soft chuckle as he runs a hand over his face. âI wish you could meet her. I wish you could meet all of âem. Weâve got a big family now. I think youâd like âem.â He pauses a moment, then lets out a sigh. âAnyway. I miss you a lot, Ma. Itâs Fatherâs Day again, and Iâve just been thinkinâ about all the Fatherâs Days we had and itâs just⌠it wasnât enough.â Again, he stops to run a hand over his eyes, then he sniffles and takes a deep breath. âSo yeah. I miss you. Iâll come by and visit you again real soon.â
The whole way home, heâs quiet and lost in thoughts about his mother. Itâs only when he returns home to the tower that heâs drawn out of those thoughts.
âDaddy!â The little girl called out and waved from her seat at the table, where various crayons are spread out before her. âI made you a card!â She hopped down from her chair and approached Steve, picture in hand.
Steve scooped the girl up and chuckled as he kissed her cheek. âOh yeah? Lemme see it.â He accepted the paper from his daughter and grinned at the sight. Sheâd drawn him, herself, and their dog all with ice cream cones. âIs that Dodger eatinâ ice cream?â
âMhm!â The blonde nodded proudly.
âAw, well, itâs very good! Thank you, sweetheart.â
Little Sarah hugged her father and pressed a kiss to his cheek. âI love you, Daddy.â
A wide grin spread across the manâs lips as he nodded at her. âI love you too, princess.â










