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Future Mrs. Rogers - Chapter One

Written for: @arrowsandmixtapes Rom-Com Writing Fic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: Mature

Words: 4619

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Implied Smut, Language, Proposal AU

A/N: This is inspired by the Proposal with a slight twist to make it work but overall same premise. Shitty boss, sweet assistant with dreams of more, a fake engagement, you know the works. All errors are my own, gifs/photos found on Google unless noted above, and as always thank you so much for reading!

I originally planned this as a one-shot but I’m wordy so it will be a small series with three chapters.

Summary: Steve Rogers while devastatingly handsome is quite possibly the devil incarnate. As his assistant you are usually his door mat especially when his promotion hangs in the balance leading to a surprising proposal.

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The coffee shop was buzzing with the typical Monday crowd. College students sucking down caffeine to help with the sleepiness of late night party binges, people in suits trying to work up the strength for another week of mediocre life, and then there were the people like you. Those running late, disheveled, and picking up orders for their bosses, their bosses who were probably reincarnated versions of Satan! Well, that was unfair. They weren’t Steve Rogers’ personal assistant but you were and he was going to have your head if you didn’t hurry up with his caffeine.

“Y/N,” Peter waved from the side counter with your litter carrier filled with four coffees. You thrust the money in his hand and darted out with a wave. The other customers gave you murderous glances but she ignored them. Peter paid no attention either. You had moved into the apartment across from him and his Aunt May. They’d made you feel like family since day one so you sometimes go advantages like your coffee run this morning. Peter had probably saved your life. Well, at least your paycheck since you didn’t know what kind of mood Steve would find himself in this morning.

Thankfully by whatever God was above you managed to make it there for Steve did. The office was more relaxed before he arrived, but the moment he entered that building the tension was everywhere. This week especially as the partners were announcing that a top publisher would be making partner. Steve had his eyes on partnership as long as you had worked for him and that would be three years fairly soon. Besides his often abrasive demeanor you couldn’t deny he had more than earned partnership. In fact, you’d never tell Steve this, but you couldn’t see why he didn’t start his own publishing company. Not that you didn’t love Pierce and Rumlow Publishing but frankly they both gave you the creeps.

“Wanda, Pietro,” you sat their cups down at the twin’s a joining desks. They worked here when you were hired and you really enjoyed their company. They were assistants to other publisher’s but they were more than happy to help when Steve put too much on you.

“You nearly didn’t make it,” Pietro teased.

You shrugged your coat off and quickly pulled Steve’s coffee from the carrier as Wanda handed you the papers she printed off for you last night. Of course, not only had you taken work home with you in an attempt to get this new writer’s contract complete, but your printer decided to bite the dust. Wanda was a lifesaver.

“Thank you so much! I panicked and I’m sorry I called you so late,” you squeezed Wanda’s shoulders with a hug.

“It’s alright,” she smiled wickedly. “I had knocked Vis out fairly well so no fuss.”

“Sister,” Pietro made a disgusted face but he only served to make you and Wanda share a giggle.

The laugh was short lived as a few desks away Jane popped up, “The Captain is in motion.”

“Shit!” you hissed. That was the signal for Steve so you turned rushing towards Steve’s office but missing the towering form of Jack Rollins’, another publisher and friend of Mr. Rumlow’s. He was technically under Steve but thought with his connection that he’d be taking the partnership this year. You highly doubted it.

“Watch where you’re going? This suit is Armani,” he hissed and you cringed at the coffee that now stained your pale pink blouse. Thankfully you had started drinking whatever Steve had just for these emergencies. You put the half spilt cup down and ignored your stained top to rush into Steve’s office and lay out the contracts Wanda had printed and power up his computer.

Steve was a big guy and strode into the room without a second glance at you as he toss his coat in your direction. You were waiting and quickly hung it up and reported to the front of his desk per usual. You attempted to pull your cardigan around enough to cover the stain but stopped fidgeting when he looked up.

“Didn’t have laundry facilities or clean clothes for work?” Steve asked with a cold look of displeasure.

“No sir just an unfortunate run in with Mr. Rollins,” you kept your voice clipped but enough so that Steve would know you weren’t happy about the situation any more than he was.

“Did you get the contract finished for Mr. Pym?” Steve asked dismissing the subject of the coffee stain.

“Yes,” you leaned over pointing to the papers just in front of him. “I triple checked them for the final figures you discussed and have the meeting set up for Monday at three pm.”

He hummed looking through the large stack of papers. Before he asked you’d already marked with tabs the areas needing to be signed. He didn’t say anything nor did he dismiss you which made you all the more unsettled. The silence drained on as he went over every single page of the contract.

“Is there a problem?” you questioned eager to get back to work.

He looked up and then sat the contract down, “I spoke with Mr. Pym’s daughter Hope last night and Hank was pulling out. Unfortunately, this contract is nothing but scrap. I emailed the new contract details and I’ve moved the meeting up to Friday at noon.”

Anger surged in your veins but you strived to remain calm, “I worked all night on this and you couldn’t call and give me a heads up.”

“I’m sorry I was focused on keeping a client rather than playing phone tag with my secretary. I’ll need these done for the meeting and I’ll need you at the meeting to notarize and act as witness.”

You paled stammering. This client was big but you’d promised to finally make the trip home for your godmother Peggy’s birthday, “Sir, I can’t. I’m off at noon on Thursday and won’t be back until Monday morning.”

“I’m sorry but you’re needed here Y/N,” he stood with a firm grimace on his face. “I need you at the meeting.”

“There are other notaries that can be there I have priorities. I haven’t been home in two years because I’ve been completely dedicated to this job. One meeting can be taken over by someone else.”

“And my assistant can be replaced by someone else as well,” that stopped you. He was serious and you nodded. You collected the worthless contract and retreated from the office dreading the work the new contract would require but more so the call home.

The work on the new contract lasted all of five minutes before you pick up the phone to give the bad news to your family. There is a small hope that your mom answers but as your luck usually goes that isn’t likely the case. The phone rings three times before your father answers.

“Stark residence, this wouldn’t happen to be my wayward daughter would it?”

“Morning Dad,” you try to hold back your disappointment but he always knows.

“Morning Y/N,” he seemed apprehensive. “Now what’s wrong? You never call this early cause of that meathead you work for.”

“I know but I have some news.”

“It’s not good news is it?”

“I’m afraid not. I can’t make it out this weekend.”

The line was quiet before he let out an exasperated huff, “You have got to be joking Y/N Stark. I know you have responsibilities there but your family misses you. Is it that dick head? There are other jobs and you haven’t had a single day off since you’ve started.”

Your dad continued ranting and you only murmured agreements as you kept working. You tried to interrupt but he was on a roll and it didn’t seem like he planned on stopping anytime soon. Maybe you should have waited and called from home. Wanda stopped by giving you a refill of coffee when Steve’s door opened. She quickly returned to her desk and you sat up quickly cutting off your father.

“That’s great sir! Thank you for clarifying the changes. If I have any more questions I’ll call,” you offered hanging up the phone praying your father didn’t call back.

Steve was not fooled, “Your family?”

You blushed but nodded, “Yes sir.”

“They tell you to quit?”

“That’s a nicer way of putting what they said.”

Steve chuckled which made you angry, but you bit your lip and went back to work. Steve didn’t leave, “Pierce and Rumlow called me up for a meeting so I need you to give me ten minutes and then come say I have a call. I don’t have time to exchange fake compliments all day.”

“Yes sir,” that’s all you said before he spun messing with his phone as he climbed onto the elevator.

You pushed back and wanted to scream but didn’t. Maybe your dad had a point. Maybe you should just quit. Let it go and move on with your life. Move back home? Your parents always wanted you home and maybe this was the universe’s sign that it was the right move. You shook that thought away immediately. You couldn’t give up your dreams and desires because of someone like Steve Rogers.

“Why do you think he is so cruel to you?” Wanda is suddenly at your side as you pick up your cellphone. Sure enough there are an outpouring of missed calls and texts from your mother and your cousin but you ignored them standing up and smiling at Wanda.

“Better me than someone else,” you sigh. “I don’t know why he’s so impossible but duty calls. I have to go save his ass again.”

She shrugs, “All things aside that’s a hell of an ass.”

“I admit that in itself is a tragedy,” you tease. “He’s such an Adonis but with a shitty personality that ruins it.”

“Good luck,” she waves as you head towards the elevator to go claim your boss as he ordered.

The elevator is slow and gives you time to create the lie. You never understood why Steve was so intent on being a partner here when he couldn’t stand Pierce or Rumlow, but honestly that was the least of your concerns. He had his reasons and until you could manage the courage to ask for publishing you just had to grin and bear it or go home with your tail between your legs. The top floor was reserved for Pierce, Rumlow, and their personal staff. You’d only ever been up long enough to get Steve and avoid the salacious comments from Rumlow. The large heavy doors of the conference room are closed but you can hear a murmur of voices from behind.

You took a deep breath and knocked pushing the door open to peek in at the room. Rumlow and Pierce were sitting at one side while Steve and Jack Rollins were at the other with a secretary that seemed to be taking notes. Steve looks up at you and quickly jumps up rushing over to pull you inside the room.

“So as you see it’s not a problem and we’re happy to sign any forms needed to make this official,” Steve took your hand in his and then brought it to his lips for a soft kiss.

Your eyes widened looking between him and the men at the table. Steve squeezed your hand and mouthed play along. You nodded forcing a smile, “Yes absolutely. What are we making official?”

“Your engagement,” Pierce stood buttoning his suit jacket. “Steve just informed us that you got engaged over the weekend and he’ll be meeting your father this weekend.”

“That’s wonderful news!” you squeaked squeezing his hand tightly. “I didn’t know we were making it public until after the wedding.”

“Come on Pierce,” Rumlow spoke up. “This is a joke and you know it. They aren’t engaged.”

Steve went to speak but you stopped him, “I think my relationship with my fiancé has nothing to do with you Mr. Rumlow. We know this was unorthodox considering I’m his assistant and he plans on publishing my book but we are committed to making it work and all we need now is your congratulations. It’s nice to be able to have it out in the open now.”

You could barely believe the words had left your mouth and clearly based on Steve’s reaction it was just as much of a surprise. Rumlow looked infuriated but remained silent. Pierce looked back to his associate and laughed, “Good enough. Just make it official and we’ll have a deal Rogers. That’ll be all.”

Steve pulled you with him out the door. He didn’t drop your hand until the elevator doors closed. He put space between you both holding up his hands, “What book am I publishing? That’s not happening.”

“Excuse me?” you looked up. “You just lied to the partners saying we’re getting married! Do you honestly expect me to get nothing for it? What the hell Steve?”

“They won’t make me partner because this is a “family” company and I don’t have a family or some bullshit. I just need you to do this. Just pretend to be my fiancé we’ll do a quickie wedding and get divorced in a year.”

“You are incredible,” you growled. The doors of the elevator thankfully opened and you stormed out to your desk. Wanda looked nervous but you just cut off your computer and grabbed your purse and coffee. You just needed to get the hell out of here as soon as you could. This was insane and you couldn’t be a part of it.

“Y/N,” Wanda called but you kept going pushing past Steve into the elevator. Thankfully he didn’t follow and you concentrated on just getting home and cuddling with your cat, Salem. Today had been a cluster fuck from the beginning and you still smelled like coffee where Rollins had ran you over this morning.

Salem was waiting by the door for you when you got home. You pulled off your clothes and quickly got into your pajamas, which mostly consisted of old gym shorts and a Nirvana tank top that had seen better days but it wasn’t like you had roommates. Salem climbed onto your lap as you laid back on the sofa putting on another Doctor Who rerun. How could Steve tell them you were engaged? Didn’t he have other girls who would happily say yes? Not to mention how the hell could you explain to your parents that you were suddenly marrying the very man who made you want to scream on a daily basis.

The knock on the door shouldn’t have surprised you but it did. Salem was already at the door meowing. You pulled on an old sweater and opened the door not even surprised to find Steve standing there with a bouquet of daisies and sunflowers in whimsical colors, which were your favorite. Wanda always bought them for your birthday so it was clear she must have helped.

“Can we talk?” Steve’s voice seemed softer than you had ever heard it before. You knew you would regret it but you opened the door and waved him into your apartment.

He sat at your small dining table while you put the flowers into a vase sitting them on your coffee table, “What do you want Steve?” You took the seat across from him pulling your sweater tighter around your frame.

“I hate asking for help but I need you to do this for me. I’ve been busting my ass for years to make partner and just because I’m not married they want to keep it from me. I’m begging you to please do this and I’ll be at your mercy. I’ll publish whatever book you’re talking about with no questions and I’ll even give you a raise.”

“I don’t understand Steve. What’s so important about making partner? You already have the biggest clients in the whole company. Go out on your own. And seriously, Rumlow and Pierce a family company? Rumlow is married and do you know how many times I’ve had to thwart his advances or lewd comments? What’s so important that you want this that bad?”

“It’s the name and everything that goes with it. I can’t go off on my own. In this economy I’d flounder no matter who my clients are. I need the name and prestige.”

You scoff and get up pulling a beer from your fridge, “I don’t know if I can do this Steve.”

He scrambles to his feet and then to your dismay gets down on one knee, “Please Y/N Black will you marry me?”

“Steve,” you start unsure what to say. You pull him to stand, “Please get up. This is too much you have to know that.”

“I know it is but you’ve got me by the balls now. They think we’re together and if I admit it’s a lie they’ll fire me,” you sigh standing up. “Please Y/N marry me.”

You took the ring from him and despite yourself you did like it. It was a rose gold and seemed to look like a vine with the leaves as diamonds. In the middle sat a solitary diamond but it seemed to be real. You handed it back to him knowing you would regret this, “Ask me again.”

Steve lit up falling back down to one knee, “Y/N, will you marry me?”

Steve was going over some paperwork while you were nervously watching the small in flight television. He had spurred for first class although you could have managed your own. He wasn’t joking when he said he intended on meeting your family. He moved the meeting with Hank Pym and had the arrangements resting on your desk when you got to work the morning after he promised. The ring felt heavy but you had agreed to it despite the numerous questions from your coworkers. You sold the story well and promised Wanda you’d reveal the whole story at some point but not now. She was hurt that you hadn’t told her but agreed to hear you out when the time came.

The biggest surprise had been Steve. He seemed like an entirely different person as if the last years it was a different man you were working under. Maybe it was or maybe he really wanted this to seem as authentic as possible. He had wanted to go over your story before landing. You hadn’t broken the news to him about who your parents were and the fact that their friend and chauffer would be picking you up. One thing at a time though.

“So I guess we should get our story straight and learn a little bit about each other,” he smiled putting away his laptop and the papers he’d been working with.

“You mean for you to learn more about me. I already know everything about you,” you shut off the television and turned to face him. “So ask away?”

He scoffed, “You don’t know everything about me.”

“Are you sure I don’t?”

Steve’s eyes squinted but there was a challenge there, “Prove it.”

“You asked for it Rogers,” you took a deep breath. “Your father’s name was Joseph but you don’t know more than that because he was an alcoholic and took off when your mother, Sarah, found out she was pregnant. You were a sickly child and how you survived is beyond anyone’s understanding. However, your childhood best friend was Bucky Barnes, who you are still close with. In fact, you were his best man when he married his partner Sam and all three of you have matching tattoos. Now I’m curious as to what that is but I at least know you have one. They met in the army, which you tried and failed to enter due to your numerous health issues. That changed in college and you began working with the university on a health and wellness program while obtaining your masters in English literature. You became healthy and then a wee bit of a fitness nut but don’t consume alcohol unless it’s a social event due to fear of your father’s alcoholism. You say you like black coffee but we both know it has enough sugar in it to give someone diabetes. You like being a publisher because on top of being sickly you were also poor. Reading was an escape so you want to publish books that help people escape. However, you have a temper and frankly a shitty personality with your underlings so much so that they are afraid of you.”

Steve’s face never made any expression beyond shock once you finished. You took a breath, “I think that covers the main plot points.”

“I have a shitty personality?”

“Yeah the whole office is terrified of you and I have to take anxiety meds to handle the work day. Well, except for the last few days. You’ve been a whole different person.”

“Wow,” Steve sat back looking pensive before taking a deep breath. “How did you know about the tattoo?”

“Oh you also have a string of gorgeous one night stands who desperately want more but you toss them aside. One called trying to get the pass code to your apartment and described her night with you in vivid detail down to the tattoo. Although she never said what it actually was just that even the tattoo was hot.”

To your surprise Steve actually blushed, “Sorry for that.”

“It is what it is,” you wave at the flight attendant for a drink.

“So we’ve been dating for about eight months. Are we living together?”

“No, but we do have a drawer and closet space for each other. Standard dating fare I suppose.”

“Speaking of which, how the hell do you afford that apartment? That’s a great neighborhood.”

“Landlord is old friends of my father.”

“What does your father do?”

The question you’d been dreading, “He’s an inventor and my mother was his former personal assistant.”

Steve chuckles, “Sounds familiar so they can’t be too surprised by this.”

“They will be since it’s you.”

“Because I’m your boss?”

“Mostly because I told them you’re the devil incarnate.”

Steve chuckled at that before sitting back, “Well tell me about you then? I’m guessing you’re a writer since I’m suddenly publishing your first novel.”

“I am a writer or I want to be. I’ve worked on this manuscript since I was in high school and I’ve finally edited to a point where I think it will be enjoyable.”

“Are you going to tell me what it’s about?”

“I emailed it to you. You can read it and decide for yourself but I am doing this huge favor for you.”

He remained quiet looking away, “So go on?”

“Not much to say. I go to work and come home. I enjoy binge watching Netflix when I can and I like to bake. I really like to bake actually.”

“Wait, are you the person who baked those pies for the Christmas party last year?”

You blushed, “Yeah why?”

“Oh my god they were delicious. I’ve been trying to figure out what bakery they came from forever.”

“It was me,” you shrug sitting up when the seat belt light comes on. You didn’t realize it was nearly time to land.

“Well I picked a good wife then,” he smiled and cleaned up the papers he had and buckled his belt as you did.

“Do we need to rent a vehicle?”

“No my Uncle is going to pick us up.”

He didn’t comment further and you were thankful. You ignored the guilty feeling that you didn’t completely disclose who your parents were, but he would probably realize soon enough. The plane landed and the normal routine of disembarkment and baggage collection began. While you went through the motions you thought back to the discussion on the plane. He seemed so different continuing his pattern since you’re impromptu engagement. You decided not to dwell on it knowing it was probably just his way of making sure he got what he wanted.

The airport wasn’t crowded, which wasn’t unusual, but every step closer to the exit made you nervous. Your parents had been beyond themselves when you called with a change of plans and the announcement you’d be bringing Steve along. You informed them he was a boyfriend but still you knew they wouldn’t approve. You’d spent the few calls home lamenting the anguish over Steve’s treatment over the years including the day of your faux engagement. However, your mom was ever the voice of reason and agreed they’d meet him. Even though they didn’t believe the explanation that you had wanted to keep your relationship private.

Happy was waiting playing a game on his phone when you exited the airport hand in hand with Steve. He was perplexed just as unbelieving as your father Tony over the perceived relationship between you and your boss. His sunglasses were drawn and his expression blank as he slipped his phone in his pocket walking to grab the suitcase you rolled behind you.

“He’s your Uncle?” Steve asked quietly approaching the men who was leaned against the Rolls Royce Phantom. It wasn’t one you were familiar with and based on the purplish color you could see it was a newer purchase probably at your mother’s insistence.

“Not by blood but by everything else. You won’t find a better man,” you complimented meaning every word. You pulled away from Steve and rushed to Happy throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“How’s my Princess?” he asked affection evident in his voice.

“Too grown up to be a princess any longer. How are you Happy?”

“Better now that the wayward daughter of Tony Stark has returned home.”

“You forget I’m Pepper Stark’s daughter too.”

“Oh I don’t forget,” Happy smiled ignoring Steve but collecting your suitcase. “No one can forget Pepper.”

You giggle remembering Steve. His expression had dropped into shock, “Steve this is Happy Hogan and Happy this is my boyfriend Steve. Steve Rogers.”

Happy nodded but made no effort to hold out his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Steve stammered but paused and continued, “You as well.”

Happy held open the behind the driver’s seat ushering you in before climbing in himself. Steve was not surprised at Happy’s dismissal but more surprised at hearing the name of your parents. He let himself in and could tell you had exchanged words with Happy before he opened the door.

“Happy,” your voice sounded harder now. “Please give myself and Steve a moment alone if you don’t mind.”

Happy said nothing but the partition between the front and back came up leaving you alone with Steve.

“Steve I can explain,” you began.

“So you’re the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark? Why didn’t you tell me that especially on the plane? That’s the stuff I kind of needed to know.”

“I don’t go around telling people my parentage because they always want things or to meet my parents. That’s why I changed my last name when I moved to New York. I wanted to do things on my own.”

Steve huffed, “On your own? Like your apartment and tricking me into a book deal?”

Anger surged through you, “You really don’t want to go there with me Steve.”

Steve mumbled under his breath but you had no desire to fight him especially given that you had no doubt Happy was listening in for information to pass to your father. Tense silence settled in the car as the landscape rushed by and you just hoped you could survive the weekend.

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