MCU Fic: Unexpected Bonds (3/5)
RATING: G
WORDS: ~1400
SUMMARY: An older Steve Rogers becomes a surrogate grandfather to Tony Stark’s daughter Morgan. Over the years, they bond and grow and learn a few things from each other.
Special cameo in this one ;)
**Caution - Spoilers for Avengers Endgame**
Steve takes a moment to rest on his favorite bench overlooking the lake. Age is finally beginning to catch up to him, and he just can’t stand for long periods of time any more. But that’s okay. It’s bright and sunny and just cool enough that the tuxedo he’s wearing isn’t too stifling. Behind him he hears the soft sounds of the jazz band playing, of the wedding guests laughing and mingling, and of a certain 12-year-old’s heavy steps to join him.
He doesn’t have to look up to see that it’s her. She’s silent as she plops herself down on the bench, arms crossed over her chest. In many ways, Morgan reminds him of Pepper - she’s tall and thin and has a good head on her shoulders. But that disgruntled look is pure Tony.
“You look lovely today, Morgan,” he says, nudging her with her elbow. And she does, dressed in a navy blue dress to match that of the others in the wedding party. Her hair is done nicely in a braid over her shoulder. “Flower girl is an important position. You did a good job.”
“It was embarrassing,” she says in a huff. “Flower girls are usually babies.”
“I think it was important to them that you were a part of it,” Steve says.
Morgan lets out a grunt. “I hate weddings. Especially this one.”
She looks over her shoulder, back at the crowd. Steve turns as well to see that people have gathered in a circle to watch the bride and groom share their first dance. Morgan’s watching intently, a little envious even. Steve knows a crush when he sees one, and smiles to himself.
“I thought you were happy for them,” Steve reminds her. Just yesterday, she had been going on about how excited she was, and how she had been looking forward to everyone seeing her as she walked down the aisle. Of course, Steve also knows that Morgan often lives in her own fantasy world, and the idea that this isn’t her own fairy tale wedding is finally catching up to her.
“I am,” she says, a little too forcibly. “But they’re, like, a brother and sister to me. And it’s like my brother and sister are getting married. And that’s just gross.”
Across the lawn, the groom dips the bride, and gives her a long kiss. The crowd cheers. Morgan looks at them longingly.
“Like a brother, huh?” Steve teases.
Morgan gives him a sharp look, blushing deeply.
