SUMMARY: Steve comes over to help you when you're sick.
A/N: Sorry this is kinda short
Your POV:
Steve knew something was up when you hadn't been to school in 3 days. You had also stopped calling him and stopped answering his calls. Of course, you didn't mean to ignore him, you were just so sick that you couldn't get out of bed to answer the phone. By the fourth day, Steve decided he would go and check on you. He had been worried about you for a while now and was starting to worry that maybe he had done something wrong.
He drove to your house and knocked on the door. When he got no answer, he decided to knock again. You groaned as you tore the blankets off your body and slowly dragged yourself over to answer the door. The knocks kept coming. When you finally answered the door, you were relieved to see it was only Steve. He looked you up and down. Your unbrushed hair fell messily against your shoulders as you stood there in your pajamas.
"Are you okay?" He asked, raising a brow. You were barely able to keep your eyes open at this point. The walk from your bed to the front door had already exhausted you. You nodded groggily as you turned back around to go back to bed. Steve quickly followed you inside, shutting the door behind him. "Y/N, are you sick?" He questioned. You hummed in response as you flopped back into bed and shut your eyes. He gently rubbed small circles along your back as he spoke softly, "Y/N? Baby? Let me help you."
"Mm– I'm okay–" You murmured, just wanting to go back to sleep. Steve looked around at your messy room. There were tissues everywhere and clothes thrown on the floor. He placed his hand on his hips and sighed.
"Alright, come on, up you get," He started. He nudged you slightly and you groaned in annoyance. "Come on, baby, I'll run you a bath." He moved towards the bathroom and turned on the taps, allowing the warm water to fill the bathtub. As it slowly began to pour in, he picked up a few of the tissues that surrounded you and tossed them in the bin. He placed his hand on your back and shook you gently, "Y/N, wake up." When you didn't respond, he gently wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.
"Steve–" You wined. He let you down inside the bathroom and you held onto him to keep your balance. He slid your jumper down your arms and off of your body, throwing it into the hamper nearby. When he reached for your shirt, you stopped him. "Steve–" You groaned, your eyes barely staying open. "You'll see me naked." He moved back and looked at you with his eyebrows raised.
"Baby, I see you naked all the time." He said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, just let me help you." He moved his hand back onto your shirt and began lifting it.
"But I look gross." You whined in protest, leaning your head against his shoulder when it got too heavy for you to keep up. He rolled his eyes.
"Remember when I was sick?" He asked. He began slowly taking off your sweatpants, holding onto your waist as he helped you step out of them. You nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, well, I literally had snot dripping out of my nose and you still helped me." He added. You let out a soft laugh as you remembered. He looked at you, watching your sleepy smile. "Oh, is that funny to you?"
"Yeah." You giggled. Once you were fully undressed, Steve slowly helped you get into the bath. For a bit, Steve had to sit beside the bath to make sure you stayed awake and didn't drown. But once you woke up a bit more, he began cleaning up your room for you. He knew having a messy room would stress you out and he didn't want you to feel any worse than you already did. He put the dirty clothes in the hamper, picked up all of the tissues and picked out some comfortable pajamas for you to wear when you got out of the bath.
After your bath, you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel. You slowly put on the new clothes Steve had got out for you and fell back into bed. Steve lifted the blanket and placed it over your body to keep you warm.
"I'm gonna go make you something to eat, okay?" He said, leaning down to kiss you on your forehead. You hummed in response. As he turned around to leave, you grabbed a hold of his hand, making him turn to look at you.
"Thank you, Steve." You cooed. He squeezed your hand tightly before letting it drop and headed out to the kitchen to make you some food. You curled up under your blanket, feeling its warmth as you sighed. You were so glad to have such an amazing boyfriend like Steve. You thought about your previous relationships, they never looked after you like this.
After a few minutes, Steve came walking in with your favourite time of sandwich. He helped you to sit up in your bed. His quick reflexes lifted a tissue up to your nose as you sneezed, obviously not wanting you to sneeze on your food.
"I'm sorry." You groaned, scrunching up your face as you were upset and embarrassed.
"It's okay baby, it's what I'm here for." He joked. He placed the plate on your lap and moved around the bed to sit beside you. You slowly ate your sandwich, trying hard to keep your tired body awake to finish it.
When you finished eating, Steve took the plate from your lap and took it back to the kitchen. He crawled back under the covers and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head softly onto his chest. His chin sat on top of your head as he rubbed your back slowly. Your eyelashes fluttered a few times before shutting completely and you slowly drifted off to sleep.
Did I just write StevexJewish Reader with a wee bit of breeding smut? Why yes, yes I did. Now, do I edit it then post it now or wait until Channukah? Mwuahahaha.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Words: 2,090
A/N: Here’s some drama and angst that literally nobody asked for and part 2 is coming along nicely if I do say so myself.
“What do you mean you’re not at the compound?” You hissed into your phone, trying to keep your voice even so as not to disturb your napping children in the backseat. The drive to the Avengers’ headquarters was long, but you were glad to make it if it meant getting to see your husband. “Steve, you said you’d be there so we could go home together, as a family. This is supposed to be your week off.”
“I know, doll, but something came up.” Steve said and he must have been somewhere remote because the call was getting spottier by the second. “S.H.I.E.L.D. needed me because there was nobody else that could do this and I had to go. I’ll let you know as soon as I get back.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Steve.” You said and the stress of the last few weeks felt heavier than ever. “What am I going to tell the kids? I can’t keep covering for you.”
“Tell them I’m sorry, but I have to do this, there was nobody else.” Steve said and somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.
“That lie’s getting old y’know.” The bitterness was getting the best of you even though you knew there was nothing you could do at this point. “Whatever-I’m not doing this now-just call me as soon as you get back, okay?”
“Of course hon, I gotta run but I’ll see you later-I promise.”
“Fine. Be careful and I love-” The line went dead before you could finish, before he could say he loved you too, if he even still meant it.
“He’s not there, is he?” Sarah, your oldest at just eight years old, peeped up from the backseat. You hadn’t even noticed she had woken up and wondered how much she’d heard.
“No, sweetheart, he isn’t.” You said, knowing there was no point in trying to sugarcoat the truth. “Your dad had to go on another mission and I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Does this mean we’re going home then?” Her look of despair only made you feel worse.
“Well your Uncle Bucky is still excited to see you so we’ll at least get to see him for a little while. ” You said, trying to put on a happy face for your daughter.
“Yeah I guess.” Sarah pouted and you couldn’t really blame her. This was supposed to be her big reunion with her father after nearly two months of not seeing him and now it was ruined.
“We’re almost there so help me out and start waking up your brothers.” She did as you asked and started waking up your sons. They rubbed the sleep out of their eyes and peered out the window, slowly remembering where they were headed.
“Mommy, are we almost at daddy’s work?” Jimmy, the sweetest five year old in the world, blinked wearily as he peered outside.
“Yeah, but he’s not there.” Sarah answered for you. “We’re going to see Uncle Bucky instead.”
“Uncle Buck Buck!” Anthony said using his favorite nickname for his favorite uncle.
“That’s right, kiddo, and it looks like we’re here.” You pulled the car up to the entrance and parked it out front. The compound stood before your little family as you got them out of their car seats.
“Where’re my little monsters?” Bucky’s voice called out and your sons’ faces lit up. They ran screaming at their uncle and threw themselves on him, knocking the man to the ground. “You boys are getting too big! I can’t even recognize you anymore!”
“Hi, Buck, it’s good to see you.” You said once you and Sarah caught up to the boys.
“Hey, Y/N, I’m glad you guys made it okay.” Bucky enveloped you in a big hug and walked you into the compound with your kids. “I’m sorry Steve couldn’t be here, I know how much you wanted him home for the week.”
“It’s okay, shit happens I guess.” You heaved a heavy sigh when you spoke and Bucky looked at you with sad eyes.
“Come on, maybe we can cheer you up.” Bucky slung his arm I’ve your shoulder like he used to when you were an agent. “There’s a few people who want to say hi.” Bucky walked you into one of the many common areas of the compound where you were greeted by several familiar faces.
“Auntie Nat!” Sarah ran to her aunt’s open arms and scooped up your daughter with ease. “I missed you, Auntie Nat!”
“What about your old Uncle Clint?” Clint said as the boys rushed him like they did Bucky.
Clint and Natasha kept your kids occupied as you sat and caught up with Bucky and Wanda. Things had definitely changed since you married Steve and became a stay at home mom. Sometimes you missed it until you thought about how much more you loved being a mother. It almost felt like old times when Sam sauntered in and plopped down next to you.
“Hey, Y/N, I’m glad you and the kids still came up to see us.” Sam said as he made himself comfortable.
“We were practically here when Steve gave me the news and you know how the kids get when they’re in the car for too long.” You shrugged it off, tired of having to give the same lame excuse.
“I’m really sorry about that, you know.” Sam reached over and gave your had a reassuring squeeze. “I told Steve I’d take the mission for him, but he insisted that he go.”
“What are you talking about?” You gave Sam a quizzical look. “Steve said there was nobody else that could go. That’s why he wasn’t coming home with us like we planned.”
“No, Maria gave the mission for one of us to take and Steve said he wanted to go.” Sam said and he could tell something was wrong. “When I asked him what you were going to do with the kids he said not to worry about it.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You explained before you could stop the words. “I’m so sorry-I didn’t mean -you aren’t the-”
“Whoa, it’s okay, but is everything alright?” Sam looked concerned as you quickly stood up from where you were sitting.
“No-yes we just have to get out of her and I need to talk to Steve.” You used the compound’s PA system to call your kids over so you could get them out of here.
“Y/N, I’m sure everything’s fine.” Bucky said as he watched you frantically round up your kids. “There’s gotta be a logical explanation for this.”
“I’m sure there is, Bucky, but I gotta get my kids home right now.” You grabbed your purse and picked up Anthony while Sarah and Jimmy followed you out to the car. “It was really good to see you, it really was, but we need to go.”
The kids were buckled in and already starting to doze off in the car. Their uncle had tired them out and you were incredibly grateful for it. You hesitated before climbing into the car and pulled out your phone. Almost as if by habit, you punched in Steve’s number and waited for it to go to voicemail.
“Steve, call me the moment you get this, okay? You need to call me ASAP, it’s urgent.” You hung up the phone and corralled your children inside.
The boys went to bed easily enough after spending the better part of the day roughhousing with Clint and Natasha. Sarah was the one who couldn’t just go to bed, not after everything she had seen and heard today. It made sense, she was getting too old for the same excuses you had been feeding her brothers for the last two years. You owed her more than just the same generic answer this time.
“Mommy, why didn’t daddy come home this time?” She asked as you tucked her in.
“I really don’t know, sweetheart, and I wish I could tell you why but I just can’t.” You answered in a voice that you hoped wouldn’t upset her. It hurt to tell her the truth, but Steve hadn’t made it easy on you.
“When is he coming home?” She asked and the tears that welled up in her broke your heart.
“Hopefully soon, now get some sleep, sweetheart.” You kissed her forehead and shut off the light. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
You checked on the boys one more time before you poured yourself a glass of whiskey and took a seat at the counter. Most days you were fine since you had gotten used to doing things on your own. Some days you felt like a proper single mom until you got that telltale “Can’t make it home this weekend, sorry” text and then you remembered that you had an incredibly absent husband. The sound of your phone vibrating from your pocket broke your train of thought and Steve’s face lit up your screen. You quickly hopped down from the counter and stepped outside onto the patio so as not to wake up the kids with what you were about to say.
“Hello?” You answered, the alcohol making your voice sound a little coarse.
“Y/N? Hey, it’s me-I got your message just now.” Steve sounded rushed and a little concerned and considering the message you left him, he had every reason to be. “Is everything okay?”
“Sam told me.” You said simply, trying to keep your voice even. “He told me how you volunteered to go when you told me that there was nobody else.” Steve was silent for a moment as your words sank in.
“Honey, I can explain-”
“I don’t want to hear it!” You snapped and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I’m tired of the same shit every single time you let me down, every time you let the kids down. You obviously don’t want to be here so-so don’t even bother coming home.” You hadn’t planned on saying the last part, but you did because you had been feeling that way for some time now. Today had just confirmed your worst nightmare.
“Y/N, please just listen to me-” Steve plead and he sounded just as exhausted as you did.
“No, I’m done listening and I am done lying to the kids about where you are and why you haven’t been home in months. I thought this was what you wanted when you married me and we decided to have kids, but I guess not anymore.” You caught your breath and managed to stifle the flow of tears for just a moment. “I’ll have your things sent to the compound since that’s where you spend all your time anyways.”
You hung up the phone before he could say anything more and you fought the urge to stay out there and cry until the sun came up, but you couldn’t do that-not with three kids who needed you. The cold autumnal air bit at your cheeks as you went back inside to deal with the aftermath of what you said. The house somehow felt emptier after that phone call and there was no way you would be able to get any sleep so you set on rounding up Steve’s things.
It took almost all night, but you had his things packed up and ready to go before the kids even got out of bed. You didn’t want them to wake up to their dad’s things stuffed into a bunch of boxes since this was going to be hard on them anyways, so you had someone from Stark Industries load it up and take it to the compound. Later on, you would get the locks changed and tell the kids that they wouldn’t see their daddy for a while, which came as no surprise to them.
This was going to be a whole new set of problems for you, but luckily you had been dealing with everything on your own for a long time now. You stopped caring about whether or not Steve would even want to fight for you anymore because it was better to accept the fact that he didn’t than to get your hopes up. Somehow, this wasn’t the future you saw for yourself when you married Captain America and yet it sort of felt inevitable towards the end. It seemed like it was just a matter of time with every event he missed or with each kiss he didn’t return.
@lilybutterworthstuff requested: I’ve been sick for the last two weeks so i would love some steve fluff!!! ily big sis!❤️
A/N: You can have whatever you want, baby sis, ilysm! Also this is kind of a sequel to this fic so i hope you like it!
“Alright kid, stay right here,” Steve said in a hushed whisper as he set down his muddy child in the foyer, “while daddy grabs some towels from upstairs.”
“Okay daddy!” Max, your toddler, said as he rubbed his dirty hands on his equally dirty pants. Steve dashed up the stairs, careful not to make any noise in case you came out to see what all the fuss was about.
It was a pretty lost cause from the beginning since Max was three and had the attention span of a goldfish. He wandered through the house until he found his way into the kitchen where you had set up your laptop to catch up on some work. You were quite taken aback when you saw a small muddy troll in your kitchen until you realized it was your son.
“Look mama, I'm a monster!” Max made his scariest monster face followed by a little growl and your heart almost stopped.
“You certainly are, sweetheart.” You crouched down in front of him so you could get a good look at your new monster son. “Hey where's your daddy?”
“He's over here, c’mon mommy!” He took your hand in his and led you back to the spot Steve left him. The mud trail he left would've given you a good idea of where he was, but that was beside the point.
“Steven Grant Rogers!” You shouted up the stairs of your lovely town home. A blond head poked out from the second level and peered down at you with mild fear in his eyes. You never used his full name, but more often than not it usually mean he was in trouble.
“Yeah, doll face?” He said meekly, doing what he could to defuse the bomb before it was too late.
“Would you mind telling me why our son looks like he just got done with boot camp before trudging home in a hurricane?” You said, your arms crossed and Max imitated your gesture.
“We were chasing Uncle Clint’s puppy!” Max piped up and his little face lit up at the memory. You gave Steve a look that said “oh really?” as he slowly descended the stairs with an armful of towels. “Uh-huh and it started raining, but Lucky didn’t want to come inside so I wrangled him like a cowboy!”
“I’m sure you did, darling, and where was your father during all this?” You asked Max sweetly and you saw Steve’s face instantly pale.
“Daddy was making a video! Weren’t you, daddy?” He turned his big blue eyes to his father and he hurriedly pulled out his phone. Before you could say anything, Steve pulled out his phone and started playing the video in question.
“C’mere Lucky! We gotta go inside now!” Max’s little voice could be heard through the rain and Clint was laughing off screen. “Daddy, help me catch Lucky before he gets a cold!”
“Alright, buddy, I’m coming!” Steve said and he must have passed the phone to Clint because he was soon helping Max wrangle the dog.
For a second it almost looked like they had him, until he faked a quick left and Steve slipped and fell face forward onto the muddy ground. Max was laughing hysterically and leapt into the mud puddle his dad made. The two of them looked like the walking flu as Steve tried to stand up in the pouring rain and Max threw mud balls in every direction. He obviously wasn’t bothered with the awful weather when Steve was finally able to get up and scooped Max up and ran for cover. Clint was still watching their tireless efforts from the safety of the covered porch when the video cut out.
“See momma, we had so much fun!” Max said when Steve put his phone away.
“Not as much fun as your daddy’s gonna have cleaning up this mess.” You said, taking one of the towels from your husband wrapping your son up in it.
“Fair enough.” Steve said as you moved to take Max upstairs to finish cleaning him up.
“Don’t worry, you get a bath too.” Your voice was low and playful as you whispered these words in his ear so only he could hear before giving him a peck on the cheek. He instantly became flushed and you could see the excitement on his face. You gave him a cheeky wink for good measure and then you were off to clean up your little mud monster.
@avengersimaginings requested: how about a fluffy one where steve spots you on the other side of a party and has to battle his way over to you and you get a smooch
Steve was prepared for everything but this. Faces swirled around him and he nervously ran a hand through his hair. He needed a game plan, a strategy of some sort, to make it through the night. His target was in sight, but he had no idea how to execute a plan even if he had one. All he could do was clench his jaw, square his shoulders, and throw back the drink he had in his hand knowing it wouldn't do a damn thing for his nerves.
“Pepper and I would just like to take this moment to thank you all for coming to celebrate our one year anniversary!” Tony Stark’s voice boomed over the crowd while Pepper beamed at him.
Everyone around Steve lifted their glass to toast the happy couple and he decided to make his move. He made it approximately three feet into the fray when a particularly strong hand clapped him on the back. The arm it was attached to snaked its way around his shoulder and pulled him off course. Steve was surrounded by a circle of friendly faces as they all took part in celebrating Tony and Pepper.
“Captain Rogers! I take it you're enjoying yourself?” Thor asked jovially as his arm kept Steve locked in place.
“Sure am, Thor,” Steve said politely, craning his neck to catch glimpse of you again, “hey you haven't seen Y/N, have you?”
“Y/N? Not that I can recall,” Thor said dismissively as he pulled an ornate flask out of his pocket, “but I do recall your fondness for Asgardian mead.” Steve’s eyes widened in fear as a flashback of the last time he drank with Thor hit him.
“You know what? I'm not really drinking tonight so I'll pass for now.” He quickly sipped from the god’s grip and headed back into the storm.
Again, he scanned the crowd for your face and he thought he saw a flash of your hair when his line of sight was cut off. Sharon Carter’s smiling face filled his view and he lost you in the crowd for the second time. He tried to hide his disappointment as Peggy’s niece tried to engage him in conversation.
“Hey, Steve, I'm surprised to see you here.” She said, giving him a quick once over.
“Why's that?” Steve asked, peering over her shoulder to see if he could track you down.
“Just doesn't really seem like your scene.” She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink.
“Actually there isn't anywhere else I'd rather be tonight.” Just across the room he saw you walk towards the balcony leading outside and he was determined to get to you this time. “But you'll have to excuse me.” He gently pushed passed her, his eyes never leaving your retreating form as you walked out into the cool night air.
Steve walked willfully out the same door where he was greeted with the brisk autumnal evening and a breathtaking view of New York City. What he didn't see was you. He began to think his eyes had deceived him when he saw you cut through the crowd and out onto the balcony. With his hands on the railing he even thought you might've jumped as he peered down into the busy traffic. You watched him look for you from the shadows for a moment before you finally decided he had had enough.
“Whatcha lookin for, Spangles?” You asked, a playful smirk on your face.
“Well, there's this girl-maybe you know her-who's got these eyes that when she smiles it's like they light up the whole world.” He said, reminiscing on the beauty from his memories.
“So she's pretty?” You asked, seeing where he was going with this and joined him at the railing.
“No, she's gorgeous and twice as smart. I've been looking for her all night, you haven't seen her have you? She's pretty hard to miss, but I've been missing her all night.”
“I think I saw her inside,” You said feigning thoughtfulness and turned to leave again, “let me see if I can find her-” Steve grabbed your wrist and swept you off your feet when he pulled you back to him.
“Ha ha, very funny.” He said as you giggled at his touch. You loved it when he held you close to him like that and you'd been waiting for it all night.
“Isn't it nicer this way,” You said as he began to sway back and forth to the music that wafted out from the party, “kinda feels like you earned it.”
“No, not even a little bit.” He moved you in slow circles and his body radiated heat so you didn't even feel the cool breezes.
“Well you have me now.” Your voice was low as you looked up at him through your long lashes. “What are you gonna do now.”
He stopped mid step and tilted your chin up, pulling your lower lip down with his thumb. Slowly, almost painfully slow, he lowered his lips onto yours and warmed you up from the inside with his kiss. In truth, it had only been a few hours since you saw each other, but it felt like forever when you were away from him.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Words: 1,218
A/N: Here’s the drabble prize for @smalltownrodeogirl who wanted some fluffy Steve and I threw in some angst because I couldn’t help myself. Hope you like it❤❤❤
Just keep walking. Don’t even stop to look at him.
You repeated those words in your head like a mantra as you exited S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. He would be there waiting for you, same as he did yesterday and the day before. That lopsided grin was probably already plastered on his handsome face and it gave you all the more reason to grit your teeth and plow through the doors, eyes staring straight ahead. So far, you were able to dodge him just as you left work to get home unscathed. You hugged your paperwork close to your chest so he couldn’t try and grab your hand as you passed him, but obviously he wouldn’t have trouble keeping up. He was Captain America after all.
“Y/N! Wait up!” Steve jogged briefly to catch up before effortlessly falling into step with you.
“I’m busy, Rogers, what do you want?” You asked tersely, still not looking in his direction.
“Nothing, it’s just you haven’t been returning any of my calls.” He said, as if you hadn’t been purposely ignoring him the last few days.
“You’ve been trying to reach me? I figured you’ve been so busy with your pal, Agent 13, that you forgot all about me.” Your tone was light and airy even though the situation was anything but.
“C’mon, doll, you know I had nothing to do with Fury taking you off the mission. He wanted Carter out there so he ordered the switch.” He said dismissively.
“Oh is that so?” You asked as you stopped mid-tromp to face him square on, “You’re absolutely sure Fury was the one who ordered the switch?” His eyes shifted away ever so slightly, a tell tale sign they he wasn’t being entirely truthful.
“Y-yes, I’m sure.” He stammered just a bit on the first word, but he knew you had already caught him in his lie.
“If that’s true, Steven, then why does it say here,” you shoved a nondescript sheet of paper at him with too much force, “that Sharon requested the switch after she got your approval?”
“How did you even get this?” He asked, cheeks red with shame as he scanned the document with his handwriting spelling out exactly what you just said.
“Don’t change the subject.” You wagged an accusatory finger at him and all the anger from the last few days came bubbling to the surface. “You lied to me! I was supposed to go on that mission with you and you made me think I was inadequate because Fury wanted to replace me with Sharon!”
“That’s not what happened, Y/N-”
“Don’t even try to tell me that’s not exactly what happened,” Your voice began to crack as tears pricked at your eyes and people were beginning to stare, but you couldn’t care less, “you had me kicked off that mission when you knew damn well I was more than qualified to go with you.”
“Ok maybe I did approve the switch, but-” He moved to grab your hand and you snatched it away. The hurt in his eyes was almost enough to make you crumble. You reminded yourself that he probably wasn’t hurting as much as you were.
“But nothing! I don’t know if it was you or Carter that wanted me out of the way, but you got your wish because I’m done.” You spat the words out at him and turned on your heel and stomped away, leaving Steve to watch your retreating form.
The farther you got, the more you let your guard down and finally let the tears flow. You swiped at them as you reached the subway and found a seat in the back. No one would bother you as long as you had your headphones in and blasted some music to try and distract yourself. Your anger only simmered into devastation once you got off on your stop and walked the rest of the way home.
The dark, empty apartment greeted you and you dumped your bag on the ground. All of its contents spilled out, but you didn’t care. You sniffled and although the puffiness in your eyes began to go down, you were still as upset as you were when Steve lied to you. The rest of the evening would have ended with you possibly crying into your pillow and eating what sweets were left in your home. However, your plans were derailed when you sensed an intruder. Nothing was out of place, but you knew you weren’t alone.
“Get out of my house.” You said quietly to the dark room. Not a sound and then a light flicked on. Across the room, you saw Steve standing with a look of guilt etched on his face.
“Please, Y/N, you have to understand why I did what I did.” He rushed out the words as he approached you.
“No, Steve, get out of my house!” You shouted the words as you shoved him back.
“There’s more to it, I promise.” His voice was desperate, but you couldn’t bare it if he broke your heart anymore.
“What more could there possibly be? You lied to me because you didn’t want me there, because you don’t want me period.” Saying the words out loud felt like a knife slicing through your heart.
“I lied to you because I didn’t want to lose you!” His words shocked you as he grabbed you by the shoulders to keep you in place before he continued. “Fewer people are coming back from these missions and I didn’t want you to be one of them. I asked Sharon to put in the request because I thought it would look suspicious if I did it. I was just trying to keep you safe, I’ve come so close to losing you before, I-I had to do something.”
“You can’t keep me from doing my job, Steve, don’t you think I’m just as scared as you are when you walk out that door?” Your voice softened at his confession. He had lied to you before, but you could tell he was being honest now.
“I thought if I could keep you out of the field that I could protect you.” Steve’s voice was low and cracked just a bit as he pressed his forehead to yours. “If I lost you then that’s it. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I know everyone can handle themselves, but if Sharon had gotten hurt on that mission from something I could’ve avoided then it’s the people who love her that would’ve suffered.” You held his face in your hands so you could look in his teary eyes, “When the time comes, we won’t be able to stop it so we have to enjoy the time we have together. Just don’t lie to me, please.”
“I won’t, I promise I won’t ever do something like that again.” The fear of losing you slowly left his eyes as a sad smiled formed on his face.
“I’m not going anywhere, at least not without you.” You leaned forward and he met you halfway to kiss the anxiety from the last few days away. Anything could happen and whether it was going to be good or bad, you were going to face it together.
Summary: Bucky takes Steve to a bar and meets a girl being bothered by two guys. After he tries to get rid of them, she demonstrates that she’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
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Bucky was always trying to get Steve to go out and have fun. He would take him to parties, bars, the pier, but Steve was the type of guy who preferred to wander around a museum or take a leisurely walk through the city. There were times that Bucky questioned himself about how he became friends with Steve. They were both so different.
One night, after a great deal of pleading on Bucky’s part, Steve finally agreed to accompany him to a nearby bar. Steve clasped his hands nervously as he took a seat on a barstool. The young woman next to him smiled before taking a sip of her drink. Steve was about to smile back when Bucky wedged himself between them, leaning one elbow on the old wooden bartop as he ordered drinks. Bucky followed Steve’s gaze, a small smile playing on his lips as he turned toward the woman. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing here all by yourself?” he flirted. Steve rolled his eyes. This happened every time Bucky convinced him to go out. He would sit off to the side while Bucky chatted up the girls and eventually left with them.
“Has that line ever worked on anyone?” Steve was snapped out of his daze at the sound of the woman’s voice. She was twirling her glass on the bartop, the condensation creating a little puddle. Her eyebrows were raised at Bucky, clearly unamused by his question. “I like to think it has.” Bucky replied nervously, pulling at his shirt collar. Steve smirked. Usually the girls would fall for every line he gave them but this one was different. “Leave her alone, Buck.” Steve laughed. The woman gave him another smile as Bucky turned around, embarrassed by his defeat.
Bucky was deep in conversation with Steve when a commotion behind them interrupted. A clearly drunken man had slung his arm over the young woman’s shoulders. Steve stood from his place on the barstool, ready to defend the woman even though the drunk man was nearly twice his size. What happened next dropped steve’s jaw nearly to the floor.
The woman threw back her drink, gently placing the glass back onto the bar. She shrugged the man’s arm off her shoulder, whirled around, and punched him square in the nose. The man staggered backward, crashing into a table. The young woman shook her hand quickly, turning to the bartender to ask for ice. Once a towel of cold cubes had been handed to her, she turned back to Steve and Bucky.
“Walk me home?” she asked. Bucky was immediately on his feet, the same smirk on his lips. Steve’s heart sank.
“Of course, doll I’d be hono-”
“Not you.” she interrupted Bucky. “Him.” she pointed to Steve. Steve turned to look behind him, thinking there must be some strapping young gentleman standing behind him. There was no way she could be talking about him, the sickly little guy from Brooklyn who would get beaten up in any alley he walked into.
“Me?” He questioned. She nodded, pushing past Bucky to stand next to him.
“You are the only person here who hasn’t tried to hit on me. It’s nice to know that there are still some respectful men out there.” she said, turning to look sarcastically at a very stunned Bucky. Steve stood from his barstool, offering his arm to the woman. The two left the crowded bar and a very confused Bucky who still stood, wondering how Steve had gotten the girl.
“I’m steve.” he offered, not wanting to seem rude. “That’s quite an arm you’ve got on you.” She smiled, telling him her name and proceeding to tell him about how she was the youngest in a home with four older brothers. That explains the excellent right-hook. Steve thought to himself as he smiled.
“How’s your hand?” Steve asked as they walked down the deserted city sidewalks. She opened and closed her hand a few times, wincing slightly.
“Not too bad.” she replied with a small smile. They talked about the city, their families, and the usual chit-chat one brought up when meeting someone new and trying to get to know them. When they’d reached her door she leaned in and kissed his cheek, spreading a deep blush over his skin.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Words: 1,646
A/N: Short, sweet, and a lil fluffy! I hope you like it!!!
“They’re here!” Steve said, peeking out of the window to see the Avengers getting out of the quinjet they took together.
“Well don’t just stand there,” you said, baby Max sitting comfortably on your hip, “get the door.”
“Right, we have to let them in.” Steve said, flustered but excited for his son’s first birthday party. “So I’ll do that now.”
“Where is he?” Natasha demanded as soon as she set foot in your home.
“Nice to see you too, Nat.” You answered when she honed in on the child you were holding. She pulled him out of your arms and lightly bounced him up and down.
“Oh hey, Y/N, Clint has our present.” She said offhandedly as she focused all of her attention on the infant.
“I get to hold him next!” Clint declared as he set down a brightly decorated gift and chased after Natasha.
“I thought I made it very clear that Uncle Bucky gets first dibs on the baby!” Bucky went chasing after Nat and Clint when they got their paws on Max before he did. The three of them whisked him away before you could even realize he was gone.
“Hey, papa bear, where can I put the birthday boy’s present?” Tony asked, holding up mini race car that Max was way too little to use.
“Tony, you did not get my son a four wheeled death trap for his birthday!” Steve exclaimed when he saw what Tony brought to the party.
“Says the man who jumps out of planes without a parachute.” Tony quipped and Pepper slapped him on the shoulder.
“He’s got a point, hon,” you said, holding in your laughter, “and you can set it outside, Tony. I have everything all set up out there.”
“Thanks, Y/N, and Pepper has a less exciting present too.” Tony said flippantly as he made his way outside.
“It’s just a little savings for Max’s college education,” Pepper said, handing you a small envelope, “nothing too big, but we wanted to make sure we were also contributing to his future.”
“Pepper, that’s so thoughtful, thank you.” You said graciously, leading her outside to the backyard where the party was officially in full swing.
Ribbons and balloons were hung from tree to tree and a big banner reading “Happy Birthday Max!” was strung up for everyone to see. Bistro lights twinkled above and gave light to the party as the sun began to set. A simple three tiered cake decorated in zoo animals sat on a table at the end of the yard with a smaller one off to the side for Max to smash into later. All of your closest friends were there to help you and your husband celebrate your son’s first birthday and it could not have been more perfect.
You caught Natasha cooing at Max while Clint made silly faces to get him to laugh. Their efforts were soon rewarded with Max’s adorable giggle after the super spies tried their hardest. Several voices could be heard awing at your baby as he let out another tiny laugh. Clint pulled him away from Natasha and she reluctantly let him go. Max instantly burst into tears and his wailing could be heard from all across the yard. Steve ran over and plucked him away from Clint, shushing and bouncing him to quiet him down.
“See, I told you he didn’t like you.” Said Natasha, clicking her tongue at Clint and punching him in the shoulder.
“He was fine until you decided to hog him to yourself.” Clint replied defensively.
“It’s not your fault, Clint,” you said, deciding to interject before it turned ugly, “he doesn’t like being away from his dad for too long. See?”
“It’s alright, little guy, dad’s got you.” Steve said, cooing at his son and blushing when he saw everyone’s eyes on him. “You wanna go up high?”
Max squealed in delight since he knew what would come next. Steve lifted him into the air and Max laughed even harder, any trace of tears gone from his face. Steve even made airplane noises with his mouth and blew raspberries into Max’s stomach every time he lowered him down. Watching the two of them play was just about enough to make you cry.
Steve was constantly telling you how alike you and Max were, but he has so much of his father in him. Sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes aside, Max had Steve’s plucky nerves. If it weren’t for his play pen, Max would have left trails all over the house. On more than one occasion, you found him trying to escape until you fortified the baby cage. You were thankful he hadn’t started walking yet because that’s when the real trouble would start.
“Is he talking yet?” Asked Pepper, sipping on a plastic cup of wine and watching Steve play with Max.
“Oh yeah, that kid won’t shut up since he said his first word.” You said jokingly, “Don’t mention it to Steve though, he’ll go on and on about it.”
“What? Was someone asking about Max’s first words?” The super soldier apparently also had super hearing because he was bounding over to you and Pepper in seconds.
“Babe, I was there. I know what happened.” You said, exhausted over the idea of hearing the same story for the millionth time.
“But Pepper didn’t!” He said triumphantly.
“Fine then, tell her all about it and I’ll take Max to see Uncle Bucky” You said, pulling Max away from his father, “He’s been seething over there since the party started.”
Max fussed a little bit until he realized his mommy was holding him. He pawed at your necklace and pulled the charm into his mouth. Your neck was dripping in slobber and Max was having the time of his life. Looking into his blue eyes was like looking into Steve’s and it made you feel like you were home every time you did.
“Hey there, little man!” Bucky said, lighting up as soon as he saw you approach with his favorite nephew.
“Someone missed his Uncle Bucky,” You said handing off Max, “so I thought I’d bring him over before Auntie Tasha and Uncle Clint could get their hands on him again.”
“Good thinking,” he said, wrangling your baby in his arms, “he’s getting so big. When did he get this big?”
“I only wish I knew. It feels like just yesterday Steve and I were bringing him home from the hospital and now he’s turning one.” You began to tear up at how much time had passed since you first become pregnant and when you told Steve.
“It was bound to happen eventually, Y/N, and the two of you are such great parents.” Bucky said empathetically, standing Max on his feet and holding his hands in case he loses his balance.
“Thank god we have unlimited babysitters or else we both would’ve lost our minds.” You joked, recalling the countless times you had to call Sam, Bucky, Nat, or anyone with cell service to watch Max for you.
“He’s the first Avenger Baby, you know we’re all gonna be crazy for this kid for the rest of his life.”
“Dada!” Max’s small voice pulled your attention when he pointed Steve out with a chubby finger.
“Yeah, that’s your daddy.” Said Bucky, kneeling down so he was level with him.
“No, dada!” Max pulled Bucky’s hands off of him and wobbled a little before he steadied himself by sticking his hands out. He took one uneasy step away from his uncle and then another and then another. Once he trusted himself enough, he picked up the pace and toddled over to where Steve was still telling Pepper about his first word.
“Oh my god…he’s walking!” You exclaimed as you watched your son take his first steps. “Steve! Max is walking!”
“He’s what?!” Steve whirled around and saw Max charging full speed at him. He stooped down and held his arms out to catch him.
Max wiggled a little and almost lost his balance once or twice, but powered on. He stomped across the yard, his little feet sinking into the grass as he honed in on his father. You were standing back, trying not to hover because he had to do this himself. If he fell, then he would have to pick himself up and keep going. His father taught him to never give up.
“You’re almost there, buddy, just a little more!” Steve, said encouraging his son to keep going.
Some were watching with baited breath as he crossed the yard. Others were shouting their own encouragements to the baby as they cheered him on. His little arms swung back and forth as he concentrated on not falling. You looked on, mildly horrified because this would mean Max would be able to walk just about anywhere now. It was the end of the crawling era.
“Dada!” Max said, throwing himself into Steve’s arms and he lifted him into the air.
“Max! You did it!” You ran over to your husband and son, the former pulling you in close.
“Doll, did you see him?! He walked on his own!” Steve asked, eternally in awe over the life he created with you.
“I did, babe, I saw it all.” You kissed him, a sweet loving kiss to convey just how content you were.
“To Max!” Tony declared, holding up a plastic cup. “Happy birthday, kid!”
“To Max!” Everyone joined in and held up their cup to your son too.
Max clapped his pudgy hands together and you planted a sloppy kiss on his rosy cheek. Steve beamed at you and your son with pride. All of your closest friends looked on as your family celebrated this small victory. For the first time in a long time, things were good and you had everything you needed.
