Note: I’m in the mood for some dad!steve rogers. Aka how Steve acted during Stella’s pregnancies 🦋💙🐳
The every single time this dude found he was gonna be a daddy? Oh he lifted her up and took her face, kissing Stella plenty of times in pure excitement. The emotions of anxiety, fear and most importantly above all else were joy 🥹 never in a million years would believe he’ll get to this point in his life. And he’s forever grateful for that!
Steve will never tell his first child this, but Natasha loves to say that Bradley was an ‘Oops Baby’ 😂 because he was unexpected. Kendall was planned out baby meanwhile Marianna was a surprise baby!
During the first trimester, Steve would oftentimes sit beside his wife on the bathroom floor and held her carefully as he rubbed her back in comforting circles. Even carry her to the bed or couch later, let her rest.
Soda crackers, ginger ale and water bottles was the items most popular in the house. Along with a blanket and pillow,as he rubbed her thigh carefully to soothe her body. Thiago, Leo and him talked to Dr. Cho about getting Stella IV fluids to help.
Thankfully, 😅 during all pregnancies, it didn’t last long enough for it to get worse and faded away rather quickly. He’ll smile in relief at her energy levels returning.
During the second trimester, to say Steve enjoyed it was an understatement. You know how they say, that woman are glowing in the 3rd quarter, Steve calls that a big lie. He likes to say it starts in the second trimester, because he sees Stella’s nails and hair get stronger, her skin gets thicker yet softer than ever before. And her color returns back to her face!
And as her bump grows, so does his love 💕. The amount of times, his hands fall onto her belly? He would be as rich as Tony! Rubbing her belly, tapping his fingers against her belly and just laying a hand over her belly subconsciously, if they’re in a fill room. A soft protective instinct just kicks in and a firm compassionate gesture to make sure BOTH sides are okay.
And yes, he has to hear Stella whine or complain about her clothing not always fitting like they used to. He sometimes has to hold back a laugh then remind her that her special stretchy pants are in the closet. Stella would wear them and then grab a snack to chill out, as Steve folded the other clothing that didn’t fit her, as he gave her words of praise for her body.
HOWEVER—the man couldn’t help but be shocked when his wife comes out wearing, one his old size small men shirts and smirking. Steve raise an eyebrow and chuckles, “Um, that’s not yours.”
Stella chuckled in response as she just shrugged saying, “I married you so technically, it is. Besides, if I realized that I wear some of your shirts, it means less clothing shopping for me. Sooo I can focus on more important things.” ✨
The grin and slight flustered expression of Steve’s face is priceless! 😂 All he could do is shaking his head fondly as he followed her down the hallway, hearing Stella’s squeals and giggling.
If your asking about Stella’s cravings and Steve’s reaction to them? He doesn’t mind it too often as the years went by, because he knew her body was going through a lot of changes—in response? If she wanted Nachos and fries, along with milkshakes, then so be it! However he realizes one thing, how much her taste buds changed every pregnancy!!
For the boys — Bradley it was sweet and sour, with Kendall it was sweet and salty. For their only girl? Marianna was sweet and savory. Other days, each pregnancy was a combination of the three in some way! Oh boy, did Steve have to cut oranges slices then sprinkle some sea salt over it, every one of those pregnancies Stella craved that at some point.
Sometimes Stella would wake him up at 3am with a craving for something or he’d find her in the kitchen snacking 🙈
If we’re able to be honest and serious for a moment, Steve had his doubts about fatherhood and fears of letting his wife down. Growing up, Steve had a rough time with his parents who always had fights, or not being treated fairly by each other. Hell, there were days where his dad was at his lowest and took it down on him or his mother, Sarah.
So Steve had this fear that he’d suck as a dad. Yes, the man always wanted a family, it never changed!!! But he had fears. That he’ll turn out like his father in some way, and in response? He didn’t dare to say anything about it to Stella! She already had a bunch of stuff on her plate, she didn’t need to worry about him. Or so he thought 💭
For a while, he would sneak into the training room at night and take his thoughts out on a punching bag without gloves. However after a while of punching, Stella walked in and asked if he was alright, already knowing the answer. But she wanted to hear him say it. After some stubborn responses and moments of telling her to go back to sleep—Steve told her what was going on.
She listened intently and gently reassured him that he’ll be a good dad, he’s doing great things already. That they’ll figure it out together, even if they mess up along the way. That relaxed him and firmly told himself that he’ll do his best.
As we all know, Steve Rogers has an art degree! Yes, he may not always have time to use that skill like he used to, but when the opportunity presented itself—he leaped at the chance 🖌️🎨
That chance came in the form of the nursery! Stella insisted on having him just do the heavy lifting and crafting for the room that would be done. But Steve had a vision and things he wanted to research in mind 👀
He placed both hands on her shoulders and smiled as he said, “Let me do it. We’ll come up with something for the room together, but then I’ll take it from there.”
Stella was hesitant about it and protested about his decision to make increase the vision for the room. But if one thing, Stella trusted was his ability to get something done.
Steve Rogers worked mornings, afternoons (if he was lucky!!) and weekends on the nursery. He even got Stella, Sam, Michelle and Liane’s thoughts as he went along. BUT HE DID NOT ALLOW STELLA IN THE ROOM (last thing he wanted was her to do something and accidentally getting hurt 😞!!!).
And to say the finished product surprised his wife was an understatement! Stella screamed and cried in awe , joyfully walking around the room. Her smile was bright!!
It was settled right then and there that the next baby rooms would be Steve’s job 🤧😌
Steve made Bradley’s room a simple pastel blue with white trim, along a hand painted ceiling, being bear 🐻 theme on the walls and decorated tiny windows with a white background to even out the contrast. Along with a large white ‘B’ near his closet.
Kendall’s baby room was decorated with an elephant 🐘 them of soft yellows and whites, hand painted walls as well and a big white ‘K’ on the wall. He chose yellow because he knew it meant the warmth of a sun on a cloudy day, and that’s what Kendall meant to him when he coming their way.
As for Marianna’s room? Steve took the most recent idea in mind with knowing she was their daughter and last baby, he made similar plans. Her room was soft sage greens with white trim, flowers on the windowsill and most importantly hand painted butterflies on the wall and ceiling. He went as far as to add some color to her bedroom door, a little accent. 🦋
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AHH 😌 let me know what you think and should I continue with The 3rd Trimester 🤔
I think this is just cute 🥰
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Its currently Daddy Issues Awareness Day- sorry Father's Day here on my side of the pond so instead of moping and listening to angry songs and crying over great Dad Representation...I wrote a fic. Enjoy.
Marvel AU - This Day Is Going To Be Perfect
Ship: BrightBlaze (Ethan Lensherr and Liane Felton)
Setting: The wedding of Liane Felton and Ethan Lensherr, morning
"Almost there," Rochelle said from behind Liane, carefully tightening the back of the dress. "And done! Just uh don't sneeze or breathe too hard?" She suggested as Liane chuckled. "Thanks Cuz," she smiled, turning to the tall mirror to admire her reflection. It was finally happening. The day she'd dreamt of since she was small. It had certainly changed a lot over the years, it was a lot more pink in her old Pinterest boards but as she admired her white gown, her styled hair and veil, and her makeup, she couldn't have been happier to be marrying the man she loved.
"The car will be here soon, when you hear the horn, you better get in the elevator." Stella warned, touching up Liane's hair one last time. "I mean it, fashionably late may work for you but we are on a strict schedule and Mia will not appreciate if you throw off her plan." She said sternly as Liane smiled. "Of course, no worries. I just..need a moment I guess?" She says as the girls nod. "We'll be outside if you need us." Rochelle nodded as they left her to it. Once again, Lia looked at her reflection in the glass. Everything was perfect. Right? Even Belladonna wasn't making a fuss about the dress or duties, she was finally gonna have her fairytale wedding. But something was still missing.
There was a knock on the door as Liane adjusted the tiara in her curls as she heard the voice of Jason Underwood. "Am I permitted to see her Brideliness?" He teased as Liane chuckled. "Yeah, come in," she said, as the door opened and he let out a wolf whistle. "My my my, Ethan is going to want to sweep you up to the Bridal Suite as soon as he sees you, darlin'." He smiled as Liane blushed. "Thank you," she said but there was still an air of sadness in her eyes as JJ paused and sat on the bed.
"Now don't tell me you gone and got cold feet, you know how hard Mia's worked," he started as Liane shook her head. "No no, nothing like that I swear." She said as she came to sit by him. "So what is it? You're bummed Taylor Swift didn't RSVP?" He jokes as Liane looks at her hands. "The one thing I can't have...is my Dad. To give me away. Walk me down the aisle." She said as JJ stopped and frowned a little. "That embezzling, law breaking, money laundering son of a bitch? You really want him here?" He said, as Liane sighed. "I know, he's in jail. But I wanted...to have a Dad to do that for me. Someone who's been there and been my rock to walk me down that aisle."
JJ nodded in understanding, taking a second as he took a deep breath and took Liane's hand carefully. "Well, I hate to be forward but, I can do that. Walk you down the aisle. Travel in the car with you. Hell, you give me enough to drink I'll even make a speech!" He said as Liane looked up, almost on the brink of tears as she laid eyes on him. "You'd do that? For me?" She said as he wiped at her tears kindly. "Darling if it means you're happy and you ain't feeling sad on your special day, then I'd be honoured to do that." He smiled as Liane wrapped her arms around him in a hug tight as JJ eventually joined in, holding her close. "Hey now, no tears, cmon don't ruin all that makeup before your pictures Blondie," he said as they pulled away and Liane fanned her eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, oh God its okay," she said as she wiped away any sign of tears and smiled. "Thank you JJ, I appreciate it." He smiled back. "Of course." Just as they'd settled, the sound of a car horn was heard through the window. An emphatic one. Liane sighed, smiling. "That's my cue," she chuckled, heading for the door as JJ picked up her train and carried it out for her.
"Alright people, let's get this Bride to the altar, hop to it!" JJ said as the bridesmaids all hurried into the elevator with Liane down to the car as Liane gave JJ a small smile before the lift descended. Belladonna carefully stepped closer to Liane, taking her hand for a moment. "You look beautiful, Mom." Was all she said as Liane smiled and kissed her forehead. As Liane climbed into that car surrounded by her bridesmaids and her family, blood and found, for the first time in years, Liane Felton felt so truly and deeply loved by the ones who mattered most.
Well that's curbed MY Daddy Issues nicely, hope you like it!
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Zeph is the silly one in this and Stella is the serious one
Stella Strange belongs to @doctorstrangehands
Zephaniah Strange belongs to me
There will more of them in the near future for headcanons and maybe write a story about them
And now something kind of sad but also kind of cute? I wrote it, I was bored, gimme some slack.
Jennifer Walters x OC
Mentions: Stella Strange, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner
Post-The Accident
It felt weird being outside the law firm again. The building that changed his whole career path, his love life, everything remotely Strange about him. Except this time he wasn't exactly standing. Leo's eyes darted to the overworked front desk staff hurrying to lay a ramp for him to get up to a building he used to spend most of his nights in.
"Here ya go Leo, it's not the best but it should be enough to get you inside at least," the man smiled, giving him that sympathy look Leo had already grown tired of. Apparently once you're sat in a wheelchair the world thinks you haven't got a lot of hope left. At least that's what the faces all seemed to say in his experience.
Leo finally got his chair into the office and saw her waiting for him, smiling but there was sadness in her smile he wished he didn't see.
"Hey Stranger," She quipped, clearly trying to keep things as normal as they always were.
"Hey Jen," He replied, watching her get up from her desk to embrace and kiss him. As she stepped back her smile reappeared and it almost felt normal for a second. Almost.
"I told clients that they can still apply but they're aware of your condition and state, I don't want to pile work on you after what's happened, that's the last thing I wanna do to you Le-"
"Jen. It's fine. It's a good distraction. And a good reason for the courthouse to keep it's disabled facilities up to standard."
"Don't say it like that, you're not a lost cause Leo, you'll recover in time, so will Stella and so will Stephen."
"It's not Stella's hands I'm worried about Jen. She never leaves the apartment, she's on the brink of quitting medicine altogether, I can't watch my baby sister live like this-"
"But what about you? What about your life, your ambitions? You gonna abandon them for her?"
"Of course not, but I'm allowed to worry right? I'm sure you worry about Bruce, or rather he worries about you?"
"Maybe he does but he knows I'm a grown ass woman with her own damn life and mind! He has science, I have law. Stella has medicine, you have law."
Leo sighed. One of the things he loved about his Jenny was how passionate and persistent she could be, it was why he fell for her but in a moment that would usually feel uplifting, he just felt empty. He knew why Stella felt so lost, so alone, so hollowed out. He felt it too, but the pain was easier to hide. He just wanted everything to go back to normal. Tears formed in his eyes as he tried to swallow back feelings he knew Jen would listen to.
"I miss being me Jen. I know I'm still Leo, just at a right angle, but I miss normal. I miss Stella rushing out the door to get the subway to the hospital, ready to disappear for the next 48 hours. I miss Dad recounting tales of surgeries from hell at the dinner table when all I want to do is eat without visualising someone's insides. I miss Mama texting me every goddamn hour to ask how my day is going and if I'm drinking enough water to stay hydrated...and I don't know if I'll ever be that Leo again."
Once again he was wrapped in her warm embrace, her dark curls brushing against his neck, her sweet perfume hanging on her blouse, as little by little, Jen tried to calm Leo's mind and his worries with her love and care. A nyan impossible task of course but he appreciated the effort. Jen stepped away again, this time taking a seat to look him in the eye.
"Look, Leo, I've been doing some research and I did meet up with Bruce last weekend and we talked about...you and your family cause how could we not and-" She looked up and realised she was already off on a tangent she hadn't intended on, took a breath and got to the point.
"Sorry. But anyway Bruce told me there's some unorthodox ways to heal not just your body but your thoughts- don't give me that look I promise it's not yoga again, I've never seen a man so perplexed by Lotus position. But there's this place where you can take time to become mindful while studying ways to use your body without causing it harm, it sounds good too, not only for you but for Stella and even Dr Strange himself."
"You can call him Stephen Jen."
"It didn't feel right, I said it in my head and it just sounded weird."
"Is there a pamphlet or something?"
"Not exactly but there is a website and its really informative, you don't have to try it of course it's just an idea I had and-"
"Jen, it sounds really great. I'll run it by my family. Okay?"
"Okay," She smiled, handing him a folded page with a Web address on it and some details.
"Sanctum Sanctorum? Is this a cult?"
"Leo! And no I checked. Just try it. For me. If you hate it, you hate it. But we won't know unless you try."
"Jennifer Walters, you know exactly what to say to calm a crippled fool like myself."
"Leo!" She cried, half laughing as she leaned in to give him a kiss.
"So how fast does this thing go?"
"Only as fast as my hands can push it for now."
"Shame. But maybe we could get the good tickets for Disney while you're like this."
"You'd take me to Disney like this?"
"I'd take you to dinner like this, handsome." She purred, holding his shoulders gently as she sat in his lap carefully. This time Leo started kissing her and although he didn't feel quite himself, he still felt like heaven with his Jen in this moment as they kissed, soaring as he always did when he was with her.
As they finally pulled apart, that familiar grin was back on her face as she carefully climbed out of his lap, her cheeks warm with happiness.
"Look at you, distracting me from my work! Go on, go home and rest those legs and research that Sanctum place, put my mind at ease instead of you putting mine at ease for once." She smiled, heading back to her desk. Leo nodded and started to back out of the office slowly in his chair as she waved him off, still smiling despite everything. Jen was his world and if this little thing would make her happy, then he'd do it for her.
Weeks went by since that kiss and everything went back to normal or was it? The whole time Steve and Stella kept glancing at one another thinking about the kiss but didn’t say a word.
Luka took notice of the way they are acting and asked, “Why are you acting so weird? I wanna know.”
Steve huffed sitting in front of Luka, “A few weeks ago Mama and Daddy kissed.”
“Gross! Girls have cooties!” He laughed and then asked, “Do you love mommy?”
“I always found your mommy pretty smart and nice. So yeah I love her. What? Do have something in planned to her all to yourself?”
“Maybe, she is my mommy after all. But if I help you, can I get a puppy in return?”
Steve laughed knowing that was coming, “If it goes well end yeah.” He saw his son smile and whispered a plan into his ear.
A few days later Stella was working and applying to become a doctor when Luka come running over to her, “Mommy!”
She picked him up giggling, “What are you doing here? Where’s your father?” Without a second later Steve came walking in with flowers in hand.
Stella couldn’t help but smile at the innocent father son moment. Then Steve spoke, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and before you stop me. One date. That’s all I’m asking.”
Luka gave her a cheeky smile as Stella chuckled and answered, “Ok. One date.” The father son duo cheer both kissing her cheek. Steve winked at Stella taking Luka for she can work.
As they left one of nurses smirked and she giggles in response. Later that day Luka was sent off to his grandparents as the parents go ready for a causal date.
Steve waited in the living room wearing a button down, jacket and jeans looking at his watch about to say something as Stella walked downstairs wearing a pretty dress and flats. He smiles taking her hand heading out of door as they drove to the restaurant.
As Steve drove he laughed, “You know Luka suggested that if this date goes well we get him a dog.”
“No wonder why he was too excited for this date.” She replied, turning up the radio as the song ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ played as they sang along.
They arrived at the restaurant and took they’re seats as wine was poured. Stella smiles sipping on her drink, “If I knew one kiss would have gotten me a date at a pretty restaurant, I would have kissed you a long time ago.”
“Well I would’ve taken you out either way. I mean who wouldn’t, your beautiful and smart. I guess that’s what drawn me to you in the first place.” He replied taking a sip of his drink.
“You sure it wasn’t my rack or my ass?”
“That came with the package.”
They’re dinner came, started eating and talking about their day. While eating Stella smiled at him, “You know, your the the type of boy next door who is sweet and nevertheless kind hearted to everyone he meets. However the girl wouldn’t know what to say him.”
“And why’s that?”
“Cause she’s not sure what the conversation would lead too.”
He nods taking a bite of his food, “Ok my turn, the day we met I thought that she was way out of my league. Maybe it was her busy woman persona or that she seemed too good to talk to anyone.”
“And what changed? What made you talk to her?”
“Because something told me that she was going to be the death me, so I risked it.”
“Romantic, are you still together?”
“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask her yourself.”
They chuckled at conversation and thought that this date was going well. The two of them talked and laughed during dinner, even convinced the waiter for free dessert.
Suddenly Steve got an idea, “What if I made you tempted offer, we take some time off and go up to the Hamptons this weekend? We get the whole house to ourselves.”
“Even if that sounds great, we can’t. Luka got school and your the one who preaches that every student should you have a good education, try not mess a day of school. Plus we work.”
Steve gave her a sweet smile taking her hand as Stella blushed wanting to have a family getaway. But then they gave each other a look knowing that it cannot happen with everything that’s happening in their lives at the moment.
“How about next summer? That sounds like a good idea to me.” He suggested and she agreed.
They left the restaurant then went for a walk in the park joking about work and life in general. The two of them sat on a bench, a few minutes in Steve slowly moved closer pretending to yawn wrap her arm around her waiting for her reaction. Stella noticed laughing at his actions shaking her head leaning in.
However it all came to a stop once Stella was called into work to check up on a patient or two. Steve groaned wanting to see what happened and followed his leading lady to the hospital. Hours past as he stood on the sidelines watching until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Steve Rogers swiftly took it upon himself grabbing the girl as they entered a closet in the nearest bedroom without a patient possible.
“W-what? Steve I can’t be in here, what if someone sees us or I get paged-” Stella exclaimed not in the happiest tone pouting cutely.
“I’ve been watching you the past few hours and no one is calling you to be on their service or anything.” He replied, gently taking her hand smiling, “All I wanted was a free day with you and nothing else. And we both know I’m a stubborn guy and I won’t stop until I get it.”
“Tell me about it, we’re both stubborn and incredibly busy with everything..so this night was supposed to be about us. Let me guess, your gonna kiss me now or-?”
“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Without a second later, Steven Grant Rogers cupped her face as he gently locked lips with Estella Sophia Strange. They pair smiles into the kiss, wrapped an arm around each other waistline not caring what happened next. They pulled away for fresh air chuckles as she made the next move kissing him once more.
The two of them walked out of the closet but stopped short seeing a old patient smirkingly them. Stella turned looking at the former captain as she said to the lady, “Miss Peterson? I thought you were in the cafeteria?”
The old lady ignored her saying, “I know what you were doing in there. You were the the naughty..oh I remember going into the closets with my boyfriend. Now he’s my husband.”
Steve held her close as he replied smiling, “Oh that sweet-”
“He’s dead.” She looked at the ground yelling, “How is hell treating ya Harold?!”
The pairs eyes widen trying not to laugh at Mrs Peterson and bid her farewell as a nurse came in to assist the old lady. Once they left, the two of bursted out laughing in hallway. Soon enough Stella’s internship hours were over the two of took a shower together and got dressed, afterwards the pair decided to lay down on the couch.
“You were amazing tonight, you know that?” Steve said playing with her hair, smiling.
“You mean by the kiss or the work I’ve done today?” Stella replied jokingly.
“Both..I would say that this date was a success in my opinion. And our son, gets himself a puppy for this birthday.”
“He’s gonna be very happy and so are we.”
The two of them turned on a movie as they stayed snuggled on the couch, sneaking in a few kisses every now and then. Which lead to Steve picking her up in his arm, leading Stella to bed to cuddle and kiss the whole night though.
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Days past since the battle with finding Loki’s staff, among other things. Coming in contact with Wanda and Pietro was one of those things. The team decided to celebrate, have some fun. But there was Stella, still dressed in a lab coat, holding a iPad and looking over Clint’s scans as the man was healing up.
As Dr. Cho and Bruce put it, Clint’s body was creating tissue without realizing.
Never mind once minded parties, hell she loved them. But after the encounter a few days ago prior with Loki, and then the one with Wanda and Pietro? Not just that, seeing teammates bruised and hit pretty hard…it wasn’t odd for her to want and stay monitoring the match instead.
Maybe it was an old habit she picked up from her years in the medical field. Who knows?
“You do know that tablet isn’t gonna suddenly spout legs and disappear into the walls, right?” Said a voice that belongs to her boyfriend fiancé.
She turned around to see Steve Rogers standing there, leaning against the doorway, and replied, “You do know that Clint was hurt less than a few days ago, right?”
He chuckled and pushed himself off the wall, walking over to her as he nods, “How could I forget, I was there. But honey, he’s healing. He’s okay…the question is, are you?”
She shrugged in response and let out a shutter breath, “I guess..I just wish that the team would be more transparent and careful out there..I can heal up wounds on the fly, or blast away an incoming opponent. But the real injuries, those take time to heal and recover from…I should know…I wish we were safer..that the world would be safer..”
That’s when Steve sighed, placing his hand on his fiancé shoulders. If one thing Steve learned over the years is how layered and flexible Stella can be when it comes to her emotions. One minute she is all shits and giggles, being chaotic or dramatic. One minute she is being stern, emotional and frustrated. But moments like this, he could see the light and care behind her eyes.
Stella hides that behind a smile and a joke, however when you catch these moments, you can see how deeply she feels about the team. She hates seeing them upset or even in pain, wanting to cast a protection spell if possible. But she knew that wasn’t the way.
After a moment he speaks, “I think you are looking too closely into this topic tonight. I understand where your concern came from and I feel the same way, but we just have to be more careful next time. Have each other’s backs.”
“I just hope that want all of us to catch a break soon. I don’t want the next time one of us are out there to be our last…” Stella responded, implying something deeper.
He understood what it meant and simply nodding, pulling her into a light embrace as she wrapped her arms around his waist, sighing deeply. As always, the team will do better, and do it together.
For now? Party time!
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The next time Steve saw his fiancé, she was descending down the stairs in a purple dress with her up laid on her shoulder. She never looked prettier. Hell, he might steal her away from the guests tonight to have a moment alone.
When it came to parties, Stella was always one for drinks and dancing, dragging others to the dance floor. Who can blame her? But ever since the accident years earlier that was a post-party event, where she was dressed in the finest outfit she owned turned into a fatal mistake causing her skin to be torn, a few broken bones, and bleeding from her arms.
Her body never fully recovered after the attack. She never felt as pretty and as dazzling in her surroundings again.
But tonight was her only chance to drop her shoulders, throw on a dress, and no need to worry about her losses. Yeah, sure, her skin was not as smooth or even clear from damage over the years—but she felt alright.
It also helped that her soon-to-be husband and her friends, supported her all the way. So far she felt absolutely loved and appreciated, even beautiful in her own right.
She found herself at the bar chatting with Maria Hill, Tony, Rhodey and Thor downing her drink. Rhodey was telling a War Machine story but it was kinda lame the way he said it, but they all looked at him in amusement.
“So no Pepper? Where’s Nat?” Rhodey asked.
Maria blushed next to Stella and answered, “Uhh, Nat is around here somewhere I think..”
Stella whispered in her ear as she teased, “You’re buttons are a little undone.”
“Shhh!”
“Heheh!”
Stella smirked, “Where about the ladies, gentlemen?”
“Uh, Potts got a company to run. She got busy.” Tony answered sipping his drink as Thor told them how Jane is about to win a prize soon.
It resulted in a ‘My girlfriend is better than your girlfriend’ match. Rhodey, Maria and Stella shared knowing looks.
“Yeah, yeah, they must be busy. Cause they hate seeing you guys getting together.” Maria teased before faking a cough, “Testosterone!”
Rhodey and Stella snickered walking away together with the top agent, leaving Thor to add, “Jane’s better.”
“Hell yeah she is!” Screamed Melissa was across the room, randomly.
Stella found bouncing back over to the bar, grabbing herself some peanuts and dried cherries that they were serving. For whatever reason, she had a hard want for that specific snack tonight.
She chatted with Liane at the time, when she did. Stella noted how the blonde was trying to mandate her drinking for tonight, with a mix of snacks and drinks.
Or as Liane put it, “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Ethan!”
“Relax! If he hasn’t run away yet, then he won’t start now.” Stella replied munching on some strawberries that Liane handed her.
“Ugh! I know that, but I want to build a life together with him someday and with all the shit going on? I want to make myself as happy and healthy as possible…I want what you and Cap have.”
That’s when Stella smirked, “Say that again.”
“Oh shut up.” Liane replied teasingly.
She was downing a small handful when somebody came behind her, noting it was a brunette man with tattoos, tone arms, and wearing black pants to match his red button down. He held a glass of scotch in his hand.
“Hello ladies.” He greeted them with a smoking grin. “Ryan Bass.”
Stella and Liane greeted him in response in kind manner.
“Would you ladies like to come with me and take a ride over to the dance floor?” He asked them.
Liane shook her head, “Uh, no thanks.”
“Why? The infamous Liane Felton has two left feet?”
Stella spoke up, “No, because she be on the dance floor with her boyfriend.”
“I don’t see him.” He said with a smug expression, looking around.
“Turn around.” Said a voice that clearly belonged to Ethan. Ryan looked over his shoulder, seeing a good looking man that could play freaking Prince Charming and use enchant your own with a smirk.
Liane particularly made heart eyes at him, smiling as she looped her arm around his neck. Liane smiled, “Hi, sweetie! I missed you. This man was asking if I can dance with him.”
Ethan, who was always the sweetest man in the room, narrowed his eyes up and down to Ryan before saying, “No.” He looked at his beautiful Liane with a softer expression, “You’re dancing with me.”
With that, the couple left.
Ryan turned his gaze back to the other lady who stayed leaning against the bar, chewing on some peanuts and dried cherries, and said, “That leaves you with me. What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Estella.” Stella replied giving him her name, staying quiet.
“Ooh ‘Estella’, like the star?”
“Oh, look, someone did a google search.”
Ryan stepped closer, “What? Don’t like what you see?”
Stella sipped her drink and replied, “I’m into blondes. And you’re not my type.”
“Then who is?”
“He is!”
She pointed to the blonde man, dressed in a navy blue button shirt, black jeans and an almost sharp expression. He walked over, placing a hand on her hip, almost a possessive look in his eyes as he looked at Ryan, clearly not impressed by his own appearance.
A look that said ‘Step away before you make yourself feel bad.’
“Hey, honey, I been looking for you everywhere.” Steve said looking at his fiancé with a playful smile.
Stella rests her head on his shoulder and replies, “I’ve chatting with our friends, babe.”
“Well isn’t that a good thing. Speaking of our friends, I think we have some upstairs waiting for us.”
“Who?”
He whispers something in her ear with a smirk as she blushed. Steve turned back to Ryan in a polite voice, “Excuse us.”
Not a second later, he pulled his girl closer and led her upstairs away from the idiot, who clearly didn’t have a chance.
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Stella returned downstairs to chat after 10 minutes, fixing her straps to the deep purple dress and wearing Steve’s brown jacket now. She promised Hill, she’d give it her later on if the night got chilly enough. She found herself chatting with Cassandra outside on the balcony.
She has always taken a liking to the young blonde girl and thought she such a shy darling. She also figured that parties weren’t her thing and decided to join her outside instead for a while.
Cassandra air out her feelings about tonight, her seeing visions in her dreams but didn’t say too much, not wanting to waste time worrying Stella. Or maybe being called weird, even crazy for the thought. Especially if it might not be true. As always, Stella reassured her that everything will be okay, and it would be nice if she joined them inside for the after party.
Stella squeezed her shoulder comfortably and walked away.
When Stella returned inside for the after party, she sat on the couch, her back resting against the armrest as Steve rubbed her knee gently. She gave the jacket over to Maria, suddenly feeling warm and a bit uncomfortable wearing it, meanwhile Maria happily took it. Everyone was chatting, sharing another round of drinks and snacks, playing cards or board games on the coffee table.
As Stella looked around at the found family, she couldn’t help but take a deep breather. Hell, she smiled!
Yes, she has been worried and stressed about the damage that has happened, to herself, to her teammates lately. And how she wished to get a better understanding of things. To have a safer environment to be honest.
To save the day and come home safer than before.
But looking around? As long as she had the right attitude and patience, the whole family close by, she knew everything will be—spoke too soon.
Within moments later of everyone trying to lift Thor’s hammer in a playful manner, a metal bot with a limping body and beating eyes appeared in front of everyone.
The Accidental Third (That Was Always Meant to Be) 🦋 | Marvel Blurb
Pairing: Stevella
Siblings mentioned: Bucky, Rebecca, Thiago and Leo
Children mentioned: Bradley & Kendall
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Summary: How the 3rd Rogers came to be
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When Steve and Stella were just dating, they used to talk about kids like they were stars they’d pluck out of the sky someday. Steve—lonely, only-child Steve—always said four. Maybe three, but definitely more than one. He used to watch Bucky wrangle his three younger siblings, and even if it looked like chaos, it looked like home.
He remembered how little Rebecca used to look at him like he was a second big brother (and how she giggled about her “crush” on scrawny Steve Rogers, back when his shirts hung too loose and his ears stuck out).
That kind of sibling bond? He wanted his own kids to have it.
Stella, on the other hand, already knew what it was like. The youngest of three, raised with brothers Thiego and Leonardo, plus a storm of cousins who treated her like the baby sister and the eldest daughter at once—she knew the joy and the mess of having a full family. She loved it. But she also knew the work of it.
So she made her stance clear: “Two. That’s my max. A third if we’ve really, really lost our minds.”
Steve whined, but in the way that made her laugh and roll her eyes. Truth was, as long as it was with her, he’d take whatever number of kids she gave him.
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Years later, they got their “max.”
First Kendall, who they were sure was going to be a girl (Steve already had “Della” written down), but Stella insisted on the name Kendall, certain it would suit either way. When their son arrived, loud and bright and so Steve-coded in every way, they knew he was the perfect first.
Then Bradley, born in a whole different season of their lives. His name came from a lazy summer afternoon when Stella was rewatching Top Gun.
Steve thought it was ridiculous, but when she called the bump “Bradley” one too many times, the name stuck. This second boy was just as rowdy, just as punch-first-ask-later as his brother, but with a flair for drama and the arts that made everyone laugh.
Bucky, watching the boys wrestle one day, just shook his head. “Thing One and Thing Two,” he said. “Mini Steve’s. God help us all.”
And that was it. Two boys with big smiles, clever minds, and louder personalities. Steve was content. Stella was at peace. They had their perfect little family.
She even teased him once, during a pillow fight with the boys, that maybe it was time he went and got “snipped.”
Steve shot her a look while taking a flying hit from Kendall’s pillow, but she just laughed harder.
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And then came Valentine’s Day.
They’d gone out to dinner, dressed up and glowing like they were still twenty. At the table next to them sat a young couple with a baby boy and a baby girl—siblings, sweet and small, a matching set. Stella thought it was adorable. Steve thought it was dangerous, the way his chest ached watching them.
He teased her about “one more.” She teased back that he was crazy. They both swore up and down they were done.
Then the hotel happened. Then the champagne. Then a night that left them both breathless and giddy.
Weeks later, Stella nearly fainted at work. She came home with trembling hands and test results that made her stare at the wall before she could even look at him.
“Steve…” she started, quiet.
His heart froze, then raced. When she told him, he blinked once, twice, caught somewhere between shock and a joy he didn’t want to say out loud in case it wasn’t what she wanted.
“If you don’t want it,” he said carefully, “we’ll go to the doctor. We don’t have to do this again. Not if you’re not ready.”
Stella bit her lip, tears welling. She looked at him the way she always did when she’d already made up her mind but wanted him to be the one to say it.
“Babe…”
He smirked. Soft. Hopeful. “Honey…”
And then she laughed through her tears, whispering, “If you want to, of course—”
That was all it took. He kissed her like he was twenty again, like he’d just gotten his miracle, because he had. Because they both knew the truth—
This third baby wasn’t an accident. She was inevitable.
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Ahh I told ya I had more in store. And thank you ChatGPT for putting my ideas in perspective 😅
“Estella Pepa Romano-Strange” to the government 👨⚖️
“Pepa” to her grandmother 👵🏽 (Thiago let it slip to everyone his baby sister actual name)
“Stella Bella” to her friends🥂
“Estella” to Thiago & Leo🪄
“Elle” to her mom🌯
“Stella” to her dad & Maria Hill 📊
“Mama”, “Ma” or “Mommy” to the kids 🧸
“Tia” to Riley 🪁
“Honey” or “Sweetheart” to Steve Rogers 😚
“Ellie” or “Stell” to Bucky & Sam 🏓
“Nurse Romano/Ms Strange” at work 🏥
“Mrs. Rogers” or “Sparky” to Nick Fury & The World 🌎
“Littlest Strange” to her co-workers at the hospital 🙄
“Lady Strange” to the public 📝
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I saw this trending online and think it’s adorable ☺️ so why not try it?
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