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We're all adults here - Steve Rogers

Summary: Reader covers up when training outside with the team because someone just happened to cover her in hickies the night before. But what happens when reader is forced to take her cover-up off? 0.6k+ wc

Going outside in the summer heat to practice with the team was not what you had in mind, especially when the modern indoor training facilities were all available, with a track just as big, and more importantly, air conditioning that worked perfectly well. Normally, you wouldn't have a problem with it, putting on shorts and a sports bra before joining Natasha outside, but usually, your boyfriend didn't go so crazy in bed the night before. Steve, ever so worked up after not seeing you for a few days while on a mission, had come home, making a beeline to your room where he finally pushed you up against the wall, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin before taking you on every piece of furniture he could find.

You felt Steve's guilty gaze on you the second you met with the rest of the team outside, clad in a thin sports jacket and shorts. At least you looked cute, despite how quickly you were going to overheat. "Oh you're crazy crazy." Comments Natasha the instance she sees you, beginning her warmup around the track. You quickly join her, rolling your eyes playfully at her, though it's hard to ignore the way you immediately feel the way the long sleeves are clinging onto your skin the second you start to perspire.

By the end of your laps on the track, your face is all red and you need to lean on your knees to catch your breath, panting heavily. You didn't think one little piece of clothing would have such an effect on your performance, but apparently it did, making you fan your hands in front of your face in hopes of helping with the heat. "Y/n just take it off, what's going on?" Remarks Clint bemusedly. "Yeah we all know it's too hot for this kind of clothing. Is there a particular reason you're so dressed up?" You put your hands on your hips, chest heaving up and down as you digest Bucky's question. You shake your head, gratefully accepting the cool bottle of water your boyfriend offers you, a guilty grimace on his face.

Steve's cheeks are flushed pink, and whether that's due to the warmup or how close you guys are to being found out, he doesn't know. The team have known about the two of you before you even knew, clueless about the other's feelings, but Steve, being the old soul that he is, prefers to keep details about your sex life private when possible. "Does Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with this?" Teases Tony, only half-joking, hints of a smile on his face. You scoff, which immediately has your teammates looking at you quizzically. Did Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with it? "Okay Y/N, on a serious note, you're going to overheat training in that." Tony adds, his eyebrows furrowing. "Look, we're all adults here." You defend, spinning away from your team as your hand hesitantly reaches up to drag the zipper of your jacket down your torso. When you turn back around, the rest of your team is still staring expectantly at you, leaving you to watch as their reactions form on their faces.

"Holy shit!" Clint exclaims, words drowned by the loud wolf-whistles Natasha sends you way, eyes glued to your chest. "Okay, stop looking!" You scold her, and Bucky immediately looks away from you even though the words aren't directed at him, slapping a hand on the back of Steve's shoulder in pride. The dark hickies are scattered all around your chest and neck, dipping under your sports bra, leaving the rest for imagination. You chuckle uncomfortably, tightening your ponytail "Wild night, am I right?" You hear Steve choke over his drink before you see it, spinning around to take a look at his red face, water dribbling down his chin and onto his tight shirt as he catches his breath. "Sorry sweetheart." You mutter, taking a step towards him so you can press a kiss on his cheek, his hand instinctively coming up to rest on your waist.

"Why are you apologising to him? Look at yourself!"

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Happy (late) New Years 2026 fanart for Stucky enjoyers :) Included a maskless version of Bucky! Want to support me? | K0-FI

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Two captains 💔

[bucky-is-my-favourite]

The Fastest Mission Success in History

Steve Rogers x Reader (wife)

Summary - Steve Rogers can handle aliens, wars, and world-ending threats.

A positive pregnancy test five weeks after trying for a baby? Absolutely not.

Now the super-soldier is emotional, panicking over biology, and already acting like the world’s most protective dad — while you laugh through every second of it.

Warnings - fluff, humor, married!steve rogers, pregnancy reveal, surprise pregnancy, established relationship, steve rogers being a softie, dad!steve rogers, emotional steve rogers, tooth-rotting fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint, domestic avengers vibes, protective steve rogers, no use of y/n, adorable chaos, family feels, comfort fic, avengers family dynamics, idiots in love.

Writers notes - no proof read or word count

Steve Rogers had faced aliens, HYDRA, and a maniac with a metal glove full of magic rocks.

None of that prepared him for a tiny plastic stick sitting on the bathroom counter.

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The apartment was suspiciously quiet.

Which, in Steve’s opinion, usually meant one of three things:

1. You were asleep.

2. You were mad at him.

3. You were planning something.

Considering he’d walked into the kitchen to find flour everywhere and the smoke detector still recovering from “experimental cinnamon rolls,” he was leaning toward option three.

“Babe?” Steve called, hanging his jacket by the door.

“Bathroom!” you yelled back.

Steve blinked. “Are you okay?”

A beat.

“Emotionally? Debatable.”

He immediately abandoned his jacket.

The bathroom door was cracked open, steam curling out from your shower earlier. Steve pushed it wider and found you sitting cross-legged on the counter in oversized pajamas, staring at him with an expression somewhere between excitement and complete panic.

His super-soldier senses kicked in instantly.

“You’re hurt.”

“No.”

“Someone died.”

“No!”

“You adopted another cat.”

“…Not relevant.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “How is that not—”

“Steven Grant Rogers.” You held up a hand. “I need you to stay calm.”

The man who had jumped out of planes without parachutes visibly stiffened.

“That sentence has literally never ended well.”

You bit your lip to stop a grin. “Okay, but this one’s good.”

Steve looked unconvinced. “Last time you said that, we ended up in New Jersey buying a haunted lamp.”

“The lamp was vintage.”

“The lamp whispered.”

You hopped off the counter before he could continue his anti-ghost-lamp propaganda and grabbed his hands.

And suddenly you were nervous.

Which was ridiculous because this was Steve. Your Steve. Golden retriever in a super-soldier body. Human sunshine with biceps.

Still, your heart hammered.

“We weren’t really trying trying for long,” you started.

Steve’s brows furrowed instantly.

“…Okay?”

“And statistically speaking, this happened kind of fast.”

His confusion deepened. “What happened fast?”

You slowly reached behind you and pulled out the pregnancy test.

Steve stared at it.

Then at you.

Then back at it.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You frowned. “Honey?”

Steve blinked once.

Twice.

Then he whispered, “Is that…?”

“Yep.”

“The… two lines thing?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

You snorted. “I took three tests.”

“Three.”

“And one digital.”

“The one that says the word?”

“Yes, old man, the one with the word.”

Steve looked back down at the test like it might suddenly explode.

Then, very seriously:

“But we only stopped using protection like…”

“Five weeks ago.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Five weeks?!”

“I know.”

“That’s not— Is that allowed?!”

You burst out laughing.

Steve looked personally betrayed by biology.

“No because genuinely, I thought there’d be more paperwork involved somehow.”

“Paperwork?”

“I don’t know! Waiting periods! Interviews!”

You laughed harder as he started pacing the bathroom.

“Oh my God.”

He dragged both hands down his face.

“Oh my God.”

“You okay there, Captain?”

“We made a person.”

“Well. Technically we started one.”

Steve stopped dead in the middle of the room.

“We made a tiny human.”

His eyes got wide.

“With your attitude and my metabolism.”

You pointed accusingly. “That child is coming out craving pancakes and starting arguments.”

Steve made a strangled noise halfway between a laugh and a sob.

Then suddenly he was in front of you again, hands cupping your face so gently it made your chest ache.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered, like saying it too loudly might scare the moment away.

Your eyes softened. “Yeah.”

“With our baby?”

You grinned. “Pretty sure it’d be concerning otherwise.”

Steve laughed so hard he actually snorted.

A full, helpless super-soldier snort.

“Oh my God,” he wheezed, forehead dropping against yours.

And then—

The tears started.

Not dramatic crying.

Just silent, overwhelmed tears slipping down his cheeks while he laughed under his breath like he couldn’t believe his own life.

“Oh, honey,” you said softly.

Steve shook his head immediately. “No, these are happy tears, don’t you dare make fun of me.”

“I would never.”

“You literally filmed me crying during Up.”

“Because you saluted the dog.”

“He was a good dog!”

You kissed him before he could continue defending animated animals in court.

Steve melted instantly, wrapping both arms around your waist carefully now, already protective.

Already a dad.

When you pulled back, he looked dazed again.

“Wait.”

You squinted. “What?”

“We have to tell Sam.”

You groaned. “Absolutely not first.”

“He’s going to lose his mind.”

“He’s definitely going to buy the baby a tiny Captain America shield.”

Steve considered this.

“…That’s actually adorable.”

“No.”

“And Bucky’s gonna pretend he doesn’t care but then secretly become the most overprotective uncle alive.”

“He already threatened the mailman for bending our packages.”

“He looked suspicious.”

You laughed again, and Steve just stared at you for a second like he couldn’t stop.

Then his face softened into something impossibly warm.

“You’re really okay with this?” he asked quietly.

The sudden sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten.

“Steve.”

He swallowed hard. “I know we said someday, but I didn’t think someday would happen this fast and I just— I need you to know if you’re scared, or overwhelmed, or if you wanna wait to be excited, that’s okay.”

You looked at him for a long moment.

Then took his hand and placed it against your stomach.

His breath caught immediately.

“I’m terrified,” you admitted.

Steve nodded once.

“But I’m also really happy.”

The softest smile spread across his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Steve looked seconds away from combusting from joy.

Then suddenly his eyes widened.

“Oh my God.”

“What now?”

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

“Yes, babe, we covered that.”

“A tiny little baby.”

“Still tracking.”

“What if it has your nose?”

“What if it has your inability to use a smartphone?”

Steve gasped in mock offense.

And then, before you could react, he scooped you up effortlessly.

“STEVE!”

“We’re celebrating!”

“You can’t just carry me everywhere now!”

“The mother of my child?” Steve declared dramatically while carrying you toward the kitchen. “Absolutely I can.”

“You’re insane.”

“You married me.”

“That feels legally questionable suddenly.”

Steve grinned so wide it looked painful.

Then he kissed you one more time, smiling against your mouth.

And somewhere between the laughter, the happy tears, and Steve immediately trying to Google “how small is a blueberry compared to a fetus,” it hit both of you at once.

Your family had already started.

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Yes, Steve. Yes, you are.

(Also LANGUAGE!)

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