Ship: Steve Rogers X OFC, and Rumlow-Rogers Family.
Word count: 816 words.
Square: B4 “Pillow Fort”.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Time to build a pillow fort.
Major Tags: Fluff, family time.
Additional tags: My entry for the @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo Round 5.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
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The idea started like almost all important things do in a house full of people: with an accident.
“It wasn’t my fault! ” Ethan protested from the hallway, his voice somewhere between laughter and indignation.
“It was! ” Juliet replied, arms crossed. “I told you not to run with the pillow.”
“It was a mission! ”
“It was the couch! ”
The sharp thud against the wall still seemed to echo through the living room when Steve looked up from where he’d been reviewing some papers that clearly no longer mattered to him.
He sighed.
“Team,” he said in a firm but gentle voice. “Status report.”
Silence.
Then footsteps.
Lots of footsteps.
Too many footsteps.
James was the first to peek in, with that calmness of his.
“Minor impact,” he said with complete seriousness. “Minimal collateral damage.”
“A lamp almost died,” Juliet added from behind.
“But it survived,” Ethan said, as if that settled the matter.
Then the twins appeared.
Two little storms on legs, with sparkling eyes and hands full of… fabric.
Lots of fabric.
“Look!” said one.
“Stop right there! ” added the other, proudly pointing at what was clearly… a sheet.
Behind them, Jenna walked in more slowly, with an expression that said it all: she knew exactly what was going on.
And she knew she wasn’t going to stop it.
“Don’t ask,” she murmured, passing by Steve. “It’s already started.”
Steve raised an eyebrow.
“What’s started?”
Jenna smiled faintly.
“The construction.”
And then he understood.
He looked at the sheet.
Then, the pillows piled up in the hallway.
Then at the kids.
Then at Jenna.
He looked back at the kids.
“No,” he said, without much conviction.
“Yes! ”They all replied at once.
The living room ceased to be a living room in less than ten minutes.
First came the chairs.
Moved, dragged, strategically positioned.
Then the sofa cushions.
Then the blankets.
Sheets.
Quilts.
Anything that could serve as a structure, a roof, a wall… or makeshift decoration.
Steve watched at first, standing with his arms crossed.
Analyzing.
Because, of course, if something was going to be built… it had to be functional.
“That’s going to fall,” he finally said, pointing to a corner where Ethan and Juliet were trying to hold a sheet over an unstable tower of pillows.
“No,” said Ethan.
The structure tilted dangerously.
“Yes,” added Steve.
The tower collapsed.
The twins laughed as if it were the best thing that had happened all day.
“You need support,” Steve continued, now stepping closer. “A firm base, anchor points.”
“Anchor points? ” Juliet repeated.
“Like this,” he said, grabbing a chair and placing it on its side. “If you secure the fabric here and distribute the weight…”
“Is he helping? ” Jenna murmured, leaning against the wall with a crooked smile.
“He’s taking the lead,” James replied calmly.
And yes.
He was.
Because within minutes, Steve was already on his knees on the floor, arranging pillows, tightening sheets, securing corners with a precision almost ridiculous for something that, in theory, was just a game.
“This isn’t just a fort,” he said, serious. “It’s a defensive structure.”
“It’s a pillow fort! ” Juliet laughed.
“Exactly,” he replied.
The inside of the fort was another world.
Light filtered through the fabrics, creating a warm, soft, almost magical atmosphere.
The blankets on the floor made everything comfortable.
Safe.
Small, but enough.
The twins were the first to go in, crawling in enthusiastically.
“Home!” said one.
“Ours! ” added the other.
Ethan followed, followed by Juliet, who pretended she didn’t care that much… though clearly she did.
James entered more calmly, settling into a corner as if he already knew that would be his spot.
Steve hesitated for a second.
He looked at the structure from the outside.
Then at Jenna.
“Will it hold? ”
Jenna looked at him.
“It’s a pillow fort, Steve.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
She smiled.
“Come in.”
And he went in.
Being careful not to knock anything over.
Settling in gently.
Jenna went in last, closing the entrance with another blanket, leaving the interior lit only by the soft light seeping through the fabric.
“Welcome,” said Ethan, “to the secret base.”
“Secret from whom? ” asked Juliet.
“From everyone.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Exactly.”
The twins snuggled up to Jenna, laughing for no particular reason.
James watched.
Steve… took a deep breath.
“Rules? ” he finally asked.
“There are no rules,” said Juliet.
“There are always rules,” replied Steve.
“Then you can’t give orders,” Ethan added quickly.
Steve looked at him.
“That’s not a rule; that’s a direct attack.”
Jenna laughed.
“Admit defeat, soldier.”
And for the first time in a long time… Steve didn’t argue.
