Ask Steve Rogers & Stella Strange

Stella sat in the medbay, correction, she was standing in the medbay alone with her belly out and an ultrasound machine wired upright as she swirled the wand around her round bump.

Almost 9 months.

It didn’t feel real.

Her and Steve agreed on two kids being enough.

Bradley and Kendall.

Perfect boys.

One in college and the other in elementary school.

Yes, they always imagine themselves with a big family, but with so many kids within Avengers Tower, along with their friends, two was enough.

They teased about having a daughter over the years, even joked or imagined the lovely idea, while snapping the other out of the idea.

Until, of course, a few romantic nights later, Stella found out they might be expecting and when Steve asked, if they should keep it or not…after a long couple of hours

Well.

We can already tell what the next step was.

Cut to almost 9 months later, Stella was in her 3rd trimester, doing a self sonogram of the baby when—

“There you are, honey.” Said Steve, as he stepped into the room. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Well, here I am, goodbye now.” Stella replied blowing him a kiss as she swirl the wand against her belly some more.

“No, no, no, your not getting rid of me that easily. What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

He rolled his eyes, “I mean, why are you in here and not getting ready for dinner yet?”

Stella’s eyes were trained on the ultrasound machine’s screen as one hand was moving the mouse forward to get a better view of the world inside her womb.

“Double checking if everything is alright.” Stella remarked, briefly looking at his direction.

“Honey…” He began. “We’ve been over this, everything is fine. You’re okay and so is our growing family. Dr. Cho did a check up on you this week.”

“I know, I know..just, I feel like something is off..besides, Dr. Cho ain’t exactly skilled in OBGYN or General.” She recalled as she whined, “Maybe we should’ve gotten Bruce or somebody else to do it.”

“Again, we’ve been over this. Bruce is busy, and your father isn’t equipped for it. And well, uh, Thiago, is not comfortable being his sister’s doctor. So Dr. Helen Cho was the best choice.”

“I know…”

“Besides, I don’t think it’s right for you to be your primary care doctor for this matter either.”

Stella slumped knowing he had a point.

She hates when Steve has a good point and able to make sense of her situation, when she gets way too concerned or unsure about things.

And to think, he used to be the nervous one.

She remembers when he used to ask so many questions, read articles online, and even read those old school books on ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’.

Only for Steve to very quickly realize that every pregnancy is different and you can never be certain what you’re going into.

And he was right about that.

From their friends, like Rochelle’s twin pregnancy to Stella’s very own.

“Now, mind telling me what’s really going on. Cause I know you’re never this quiet.” Steve says putting the wand down and handing her a baby wipe to remove the gel off her belly. He continues, “Something is wrong when you’re too quiet.”

As Stella wiped off the gel, she hesitates to say it, as she knew it wasn’t something that she needed to say out loud exactly.

Since he obviously knew about their history together, and yet she wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

Stella shifted her gaze before slowly explaining her thoughts. She told Steve how worried she felt lately about the weeks leading up to birth of their 3rd child.

Because due to past events, something always happens.

With Bradley?

He was a few days overdue.

They had a birth plan, only for him to be born through a c-section, as he wasn’t in the correct position and his size was slightly on the larger side.

He also came on a hot summer morning.

With Kendall?

He was two weeks early.

Which is common, cause many babies don’t always reach 40 weeks and are born a tad earlier than that. But it was the way he was brought into this world.

In the middle of a civil war between their friends and family.

Of course, Stella felt a tad guilty and nervous about how this one would go.

Steve listened as he sighed and took his wife’s hands within his hands.

He understood where she was coming from.

He had those feelings too, he just didn’t always vocalize it as often as he should.

However, it was why he was a tad more protective and cautious of his wife this time around. Not because he was scared that she’ll break or get sick but just worried that she’ll hide behind a smile all day.

Every time she said she felt sick, insecure and or upset, he tried to make time to help her feel better.

“Sweetheart, I won’t lie, you do have a good point.” He said softly giving her hands a little squeeze, “Our kids tend to enter this world in their own interesting ways. But Dr. Cho does her monthly check ups every time she’s here and she says that we’re doing everything right.”

“But what if something happens…” She began, a slight pout on her lips.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…another civil war, Tony and the boyd makes another murder bot..aliens have their yearly attack..or we have to attend a special event..and then boom! I’m in labor!”

He cracked a soft smile, “First off, Tony learned his lesson, I don’t know about his and Bruce’s sons, they end up making something one of these days.” He hummed, “And secondly, every time you were in labor, you weren’t alone.”

It was true.

For Bradley, she had Steve physically and Thiago in spirit.

For Kendall, she had Thiago, Rochelle, Bruce, Natasha, Rick, Tony, Pepper and even Thor showed up with gifts for the young one days later.

The whole gang showed up for that one.

Once Steve saw her chuckle, and crack a soft smile, he relaxed a bit.

“You see? We got a whole bunch of people here. If anything, we should be worried, if we didn’t have any.” Steve said leaning forward to press a soft awaited kiss onto her cheek. “Come on, they’re waiting for us.”

She turned off the ultrasound machine as she inhaled sharply, breathing deeply as she closed her eyes.

Steve stopped in his tracks seeing the discomfort displayed on her face and rubbed her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her.

“You alright?” He asked in a soft tone.

She sighed as her shoulders rolled down a bit and nodded, “Yeah, Braxton Hicks..I had one this morning while at a meeting..”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were working out with Natasha and Rochelle..”

“Right, right.”

He waited for it to pass before leading her out the door gently.

Once they arrived in the dinning room, that was basically connected to the kitchen, Liane, Scott, Thiago, Bucky, Ethan and Cassie were there already starting to eat.

Bucky claimed that Sam was out with Tony and Bruce working on some new wings in the lab, while they tinkered on new equipment.

Some of their friends and relatives were out tonight, meanwhile others were somewhere within The Tower enjoying themselves.

They greeted the pair as everyone dug in.

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As the evening progressed, some friends joined the table then returned back to their respective floors within The Tower, while others left to tuck themselves in for the night.

Thiago had a long reading session with Scott, before heading to The X-Manison together.

Ethan went to get some rest after helping his and Liane’s daughter, Bella, with homework.

Liane and Bucky remained with Steve and Stella to help tidy up while they chatted.

On the midst of a long evening, on the far along side of the building, stood a sniper watching The Avengers Tower, waiting for the next steps to call it in.

Stella was drying dishes mid laugh, “Okay, that’s not how it happened!”

“Really? So you did overuse the self tanner where you came out toasted instead of sun kissed?” Liane teased chuckling.

“Say the girl who uses self tanning cream at the beginning of every spring.”

“What? I have to make sure that I look perfect by June.”

“Pff, Steve can’t tan right, he looked like a carrot if he does.” Bucky joked snickering, as his friend send him a glare.

“The name is Captain America, not Captain Puerto Rico, Buck.” Steve remarked smiling.

“Still. Even if I can get a decent tan better than all of you guys combine.”

“We’ll see how that goes this year.”

“Don’t sweat it, Steve, Stella married you for your face, not your color.” Liane added chuckling.

“And his ass.” Stella whispered laughing.

“I married Ethan for all his ass-sets too, girl.”

“Nah, you married him more than that.”

“Touché.”

The blonde girl, Liane, winked, as Stella giggled.

“Are we just meat to you guys?” Bucky asked in mock offensive tone.

“No, clearly Sam finds every part of you attractive.” Liane sass him as she grinned. “Honestly, I don’t quite see it.”

“Your lucky your pretty and got fire powers, you know that?”

Steve shook his head and smirked, “Alright, alright, no more playground taunting for the night. If anything, Sam and Ethan finds you both irresistible.”

“You’re just jealous you’re not the only cure blonde here.” Liane says smiling as she wiped off another plate.

Stella chuckled as she rubbed her belly feeling a few kicks and along with another Braxton hick. She inhaled sofly as she pushed back it, as it passed shortly after.

“You alright, Stella Bella?” Liane asked softly.

“Yeah, just getting Braxton Hicks..this is the 3rd one this week.” Stella explained casually.

“Are those like small period cramps?”

“Sorta..some people say it’s like passing a kidney stone, similar to period cramps.”

Liane held back a smirk as she joked, “So that means Ethan has gotten to experience period cramps?”

Bucky covered his face and rolled his eyes, “Remind me how we managed to let her be friends with everyone again?”

Steve patted his back chuckling, “Let it go, Buck. According to you, Tony is worse.”

“Tony annoying, Liane is considered charming.”

Suddenly, the sound of popping hit a few ears.

Pop, pop, pop!

Along with heavy footsteps from a distance.

“Jarvis?” Steve asked looking up at the ceiling in hopes the AI answered him.

“Please tell me it’s just Magneto coming over to visit his grandchildren…” Stella murmured steadily.

Liane shook her head, “Nope..he would’ve called me or Ethan. Actually no, Charles calls, Erik just shows up tells us he’s coming and appears unannounced …”

“Ladies…” Bucky scolded them.

The doors to the elevator slid open as in walked Rumlow and a two goons.

Zola’s men.

5 people in general.

Brock Rumlow smiled seeing the picture in front of him, as his eyes turned to Bucky and Steve.

Steve stood in front of his wife, as Bucky stood between Stella and Liane.

“What happened, Cap? Not happy to see me? I thought we were pals.” Rumlow spoke looking at him and then the others.

“I thought exposure to the booming took you out.” Steve questioned.

“Wasn’t it Wanda who threw him up into the air…?” Liane recalled.

“Funny how you people forget the fact that remains of Hydra. Cut off one head, and two more grows back.” Rumlow says smiling. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“What do you want?” Bucky asked him.

“Harsh, Bucky. We go way back, I assume you’ll be nicer after teaming up with the heroes.”

“Define your definition of nice.”

“Look. I’ll cut straight to the chase, as to why we’re here. The kids.”

Stella wrap an arm around her bump as she stepped back pressing the button underneath the kitchen counter to silent alert the others in the tower they got unwanted company.

“Over my dead body.” Bucky snarled.

“Buck.” Steve began turning his attention to Rumlow. “It’s not gonna happen. You’re not taking any of my children away again.”

“3rd time’s a charm, Cap. We had Bradley hostage but The Winter Soldier rescued him and Kendall got lucky. But for your unborn baby, now that could be good use for Hydra. Especially if we get back our old friends.” Rumlow explained pointing his hands towards Liane. “Like Fire Girl over here.”

“I’m never gonna go back there.” Liane stated as her eyes turned a blazing flash of purple. “Besides, Stella got magic, she is protected.”

Stella gave a brief look to her husband.

Yes, she has magic, a sorceress, as she casted a spell over my jewelry to keep her safe. However, pregnancy tends to dampen her powers and keep her more vulnerable than ever.

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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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Thiago hesitates for a moment—he’s not one for indulging in playful requests like his sister Estella might—but when he looks at Marianna’s face, that sweet, innocent smile, it’s like something softens inside him. A small chuckle escapes him as he leans forward and scoops her up without another thought.

“Alright, princess.” He lifts her high into the air, watching her squeal with joy as she wraps her little arms around his neck. “Hold on tight!”

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A Quiet Reflection: 🍿

As he holds Marianna, spinning her around in a playful circle, Thiago’s thoughts start to drift. The chaos of the moment—the laughter, the squeals—doesn’t escape his analytical mind, but he starts reflecting on how much Marianna has changed him in such a short time.

A couple of years ago, he would have been too serious for this. Too logical, too focused on other things. He used to be the big brother, always looking out for Estella and trying to keep things in check when she made rash decisions or acted impulsively (and honestly, he wasn’t always the biggest fan of Steve). Estella, with her sweetness and sometimes silly nature, had always been the one who wore her heart on her sleeve, while Thiago stayed the more grounded, responsible one. It’s probably why he had his doubts about Steve when Estella fell for him.

“You sure about him?” Thiago had asked more than once, never really hiding his concern. He thought Steve’s carefree, “American hero” vibe was too distant from what Estella needed. It wasn’t until Marianna was born that Thiago began to soften. Seeing the way Steve cared for his daughter, how he was gentle and affectionate with her, made Thiago realize something he hadn't before: Steve made Estella happy.

In those early days, Thiago was still wary, but it was hard to ignore how good of a father Steve was. Slowly, but surely, his guard came down, and he started to see Steve not just as the man who had “stolen his sister’s heart” but as a genuine, caring individual. But the real change came when Marianna was born—Thiago’s world began to shift completely.

The Protective Uncle: 🧸

As Thiago holds his niece, he looks down at her little face, beaming with joy. His heart swells with a mixture of pride and love he hadn’t expected to feel. "Protect her at all costs." The thought hits him with absolute certainty. He had never promised anyone anything so fervently in his life, but with Marianna, it was different.

This tiny girl—his princess—was his responsibility now, too. He was determined to be her protector, just as he had always been Estella’s. Like it’s always been with his nephews as well.

But with Marianna, it felt more urgent, more instinctive. She was more tiny than her brothers, Kendall and Bradley, were when they were born.

Maybe it was because she was so much more vulnerable, so pure in her innocence. The thought of her getting hurt or facing hardship made his chest tighten with a protective intensity he hadn’t known he could feel.

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Thiago’s Quiet Promise ✨

Later that evening, after the family has settled in, and Estella and Steve are enjoying some quiet time together, Thiago finds a moment alone with Marianna in the living room. She’s snuggled up against him, watching the flickering light of the TV. She’s content, her small hand resting on his knee as she leans into him, her head nestled against his side.

Thiago glances down at her, unable to hide the softness in his expression. He’s deep in thought, as always, but now there’s a certain tenderness in his eyes. He’s always been the “serious” one, the one who kept his emotions in check, but Marianna brought out a different side of him. A side he hadn’t expected.

“Tio?” Marianna asks quietly, her voice so small and trusting. She looks up at him, her face filled with innocent curiosity.

“Yes, princess?” Thiago answers softly, running his fingers through her hair.

Marianna doesn’t reply with words. Instead, she raises her little arms, and Thiago knows exactly what she wants. A snuggle. He chuckles softly, lifting her up into his lap, where she curls up like a small kitten, seeking comfort and security in the quiet space between them.

“I’m always here, you know.” Thiago says, his voice low and serious. It’s more to himself than to her, but he knows she can sense the weight of his words.

He pulls her close, her little head resting on his chest as she relaxes in his arms. Thiago’s heart softens further. He silently makes a vow in his mind: No one is going to hurt her. I’ll always protect her.

Even though he doesn’t always show it outwardly, this moment—this quiet promise he makes to himself—deepens his commitment to being the kind of uncle Marianna deserves. Even if it means changing himself a little—becoming more tender, more playful, more willing to show her that side of himself—he would do whatever it took.

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“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 first ultron bot.

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AHH here it is! Let me know what think

“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?