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Part 1 -Telling him.

Summary: Your typical, ‘original’ fic about a one-night stand with the newest avenger, Steve finds himself to be a daddy. Being pregnant is not easy, especially when the father is a super soldier that will do anything to protect his own.

Paring: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: This fic contains pregnant!reader, Steve being steve. Cursing, violence, injuries and smut. 

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Part 2. - The First Appointment | Masterlist.

 It probably wasn’t the best time, but between finding the news out two weeks ago and countless missions it was hard finding the right moment to tell Captain America he was going to be a daddy. It’s not like you didn’t try, once you met him at his office but found yourself unable to talk, not about that especially. You blame those baby blues, that charming smile, those plump lips distracting you by bringing you back to the memories of him laying them against your skin, claiming your neck, lips and legs. One time in the kitchen you almost blurted it out, but Bucky had walked up the stairs and it just seemed wrong to say something so private. Every time you did find yourself knocking on his door he was on a mission, or in the hall way, leaving for one.

This moment probably the worst of all, but you felt like you were going to explode. The extraction point was only five minutes away, the whole team suited including you. Steve’s eyes kept meeting yours, a small smirk with gentle eyes. Ever since that night he’s been nothing but flirty. The jet let out a loud ring, to warn the doors were soon dropping. You debated on telling him after, but just in case something happened he needed to know. “Steve, Can I talk to you?”

“Of course you can sweetheart.” Steve was waiting for you to speak, and met your eyes when he heard silence to realize you meant alone, away from everyone. A confused look smooths his face but nonetheless he follows. 

The feeling of his eyes against your skin made it burn, head grow hot, it suddenly became to hot concentrate. He must have noticed your discomfort at his hand cupped your arm, hand rubbing from your elbow to the skin of your forearm. “Are you okay?”

“I- uh.” You pause, words jumbling inside your brain. His warm touch wasn’t helping the fact either. The alarms sounded loudly, Vision mumbles something about two minutes until point of extraction. “I’m pregnant.”

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Steve’s eyebrows were furred in frustration that creasing his forehead. “I knew you were gonna act like this.” he mumbles, resting his head against your shoulder, holding you close by your waist. “I didn’t even wanna tell you. I don’t want you worried.”

It was true, Steve knew about this for a few weeks now, everything in him wanted to say no the moment Bucky asked him to come back, and of course would do anything for his brother, especially being is backup on a particularity dangerous mission. Of course he thought at first to lie to you, maybe say it was a boys weekend or something but it just didn’t feel right, made the back on his mouth taste weird at the thought.

“You don’t listen to me Steve! I thought moving out here would keep you away from all of this.” Glossy eyes meeting his light one as Steve sucks in a tight breath, hating to see his girl so upset. “Steve you’re going to die one day because of this, and leave me husband-less.”

“I do listen to you sweetheart.” Reaching out as you escape his grasp to bring you back but it’s not use. He decides to take a seat next to you, looking at his fiddling fingers. “I try not to get angry at you, I understand why you get so upset, but I was made to help people, I can’t just sit around while people are in trouble. I promised you I would take a break, which I did for more then enough time.. the team can’t do it without me forever.”

Nervous fingers grasp the thick fabric that made up your bed sheets. “Steve you were hospitalized two months ago, you broke everything, were bleeding from everywhere and almost got your arm cut off.”

“It was just my arm.” He tries to make a joke, “Buck does just fine.”

The look on your face makes him close his mouth quickly but decides to kneels on the ground, his eyes on yours as his hands reach up to hold your lap. His stance is submissive, on his knees in front of you, hands squeezing yours with a gentle but firm grasp but his words are forward, demanding. “Sweetheart, I don’t want to leave with you upset with me but I am going. Two months is long enough.”

Tears of fear slid past your eye lids, the cold liquid meeting cheeks. “Not the tears angel.” His voice is just over a whisper, “No tears, please stop.” 

Steve’s thumb soaks them up before they can roll past your chin, “Baby, don’t cry. Everything is going to be fine.”

It was fear, paranoia that slipped past your eyes. Loosing Steve would be to loose everything, it wasn’t always like this. You never had a problem, you understood it was his job but watching how lifeless he looked two months ago in that hospital bed stirred something inside of you. 

His lips find you pressing soft kisses against your cheeks. “I love you, and I’ll come back home, I’ll be here. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” your voice cracks despite trying to hold your ground.

“Hey, look at me.” Ocean eyes meet tearful ones, his knuckle soaking in the softness of her jaw, a gentle touch. “ I swear baby.”

Nodding, you take his hand into yours, laying a soft kiss against his knuckle, “You can’t die, don’t die.”  Steve sighs, but the moment you pressed your lips against his he knew there would be no more said about the subject. You just wanted as much time with him as you could get. His hands brush your hair from your face, now standing to get a good look at you, messy hair, blotched face but the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. A sweet but unsure smile is sent his way, he returns it, showing to teeth but then pressing is lips to yours.

“I love you Steve, Come home to me.”

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Steve’s nose twitches as he feels a small tickle waking him from his slumber, his arm pinched in pain as the feeling of pins and needles ran through it. The heavy weight against it let him know his girl was close. As his vision unblurred, the angel in front of his hear thump, chest warm with love.

Hair disheveled, strands in any other direction then it should be, face blotched with redness , along with sleep lines showing just how good you were sleeping. Lips parted slightly as small breaths come from your raising and falling chest to out your mouth.

Steve was almost off the couch, with his size he barely fit to begin with, with you tucked inside his arm and against the inside of the couch he desperately tried to hold on, mostly because he didn’t want to sleep without you but also didn’t want to take you from the peaceful slumber that had small pools of drool gathering in the corner of your lips.

He couldn’t take it though, body aching from the extra strength it took to stay on, so instead he gets up, strong arms wrapping underneath your legs and supporting your neck lift you effortlessly.

“Hmmm.” The small sound came from you, which was supposed to be a question but you were just too tired to form sentences.

Prompt: "you deserved to be loved." This takes place while Bucky is still trying to get himself straight with the guidance of Steve.

"Bucky where are you going?" The sweet chattering of congratulations and hands against the swell of a new life felt wrong. Bucky's whole presence felt wrong. His gaze gravitated towards Steve, looking for him for guidance in this situation but he was too busy with smiling widley, with joy.

"I, uh." He's uncomfortable, shifting nervously on his feet. Eyes are trained on the floor, not meeting the eyes that called upon him. The beautiful blend of lights and darks, almost breath taking. It makes him nervous, the eyes of a pretty girl against his skin, he could almost feel her pitty.

The stare of sadness, almost made him feel pathetic. He narrows his eyes, for a quick glance of the soft, flushed skin. Beautiful, breath taking. "I need to go."

Of course she couldn't leave it at just that, "Why Buck?"

"I need to." She catches his arm, skin flushes skin, almost makes him dizzy with the touch. "Stay."

"no one wants me here." Bucky mumbles just above a whisper, she presses a hand against his solid chest, a wall of a man. "I want you here."

"why?" His eyes direct towards the group of people who don't take notice to them, champagne is popped in celebration.

"because I enjoy your company."

Warnings: angst, wounds, blood and all that jaz.

It was complete static, the useless piece in Steve’s ear made them ring. A high-pitch squeal when the missals shot into the ground and in it’s wake. The loud cracking of tress, sharp rock shards cutting his face, the ground beneath the Captain exploding throwing his body across the land. He let out a loud groan, holding his tender ribs but struggles to stand. “Is everyone okay?”

It was still static, but pieces of words such as “Good,” and “All good Cap,” began to puzzle together all except one. “Agent Y/N, can you hear me?”

Breathing soft and slow with his hand finger hold the ear piece, maybe hoping it wasn’t close enough but nothing. His eyebrows move up, creasing the line of his cupid’s bow in confusion. “Y/N?”

It’s hard to focus on the bullets that wiz past but he’s quick to react shield protecting him as well as his speed as he takes shelter behind a tree, still standing but barely. “Someone check on Y/N.”

“On it.” Sam could be heard, the wings above creating a low swish but it doesn’t last long as he quickly lands. Sam takes a few breaths, his hand slide underneath her body, muscles strong but lifeless. Hooded eyes meet his, barely awake, a hiss falling from her mouth as Sam mumbles, “It’s alright just relax for me.”

“Got her Cap, it’s not good.” Steve’s heart thumped roughly at those words as if someone reached deep inside his chest, and squeezing it roughly-toying with him. “Where are you? I’m coming.”

Steve’s finger slip under her neck, softly creasing the notch of her vertebrae. “Stay awake for me honey.” Voice is warm, soft making her lean into his touch more.

Blood soaks his hands, small ridges of his finger fill with it. The smell of metallic makes him almost sick to his stomach, eyes watering lightly at the reality of the situation. His girl, almost lifeless, his finger following the trail of smeared blood across her face, blood spurting from her hip through her suit. The Captain is quick to rip a piece of small cloth from her leg, pressing it against her wound to keep pressure against it. Her chest fell, breaths shallow as her eyes start to close, she tries her best to keep them open but fails up until Steve grasp her cheeks into his hands. Her skin feels cold as he rest her head on his lap. “Keep your eyes open for me doll, look at me.”

He uses his palm to brush hair away from her face, smearing the blood across her face but he doesn’t care as he leans his head against hers. “Keep your eyes open, please.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” It’s a lost plea that had to affect on her, too lost in the subconscious filled with no pain. Tears break up the blood on his own face as he watches her chest fall. Eyes flash against the smooth skin of her face so lost he doesn’t even notice Sam’s presence once again, “I’ll take her to safety, I’ll get help.”

Summary: Fighting with Steve was never easy.

Warnings: some cursing, that’s about it.

Steve’s eye wouldn’t meet her gaze, with the fear of when he did he would suddenly forget why he was mad. To meet those eyes would only end in touching her, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks while hopefully kissing those soft lips, but he didn’t want that.

Steve wanted her to know why he was mad, actually she deserved to see just how much she made him scared, he thought he lost her forever. Instead he focuses on the light of sunshine that broke through the parted curtains, his jaw flexing with how hard his teeth were clenched. Piercing baby blues makes her breathing still, chest not daring to move under his daunting gaze. “I told you to stay.”

Steve hadn’t even bothered to change out of his suit, his large arms flexing across the star on his chest. She also was dressed in a tight suit, one he would love to rip of her if he wasn’t so angry. 

“Steve..” She mumbles softly, “I’m sorry baby. I’ve been training for months now, everyone thinks I’m ready.”

“I gave a direct order.” His laser eyes felt as if they were piercing her skin. Her throat felt tight, never had Steve been this angry with her. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You and everyone else follow my orders.”

Steve’s stand tall, height towering over her. The thump of his boots as he approaches echoes throughout the small bedroom. She stands tall, slightly annoyed with his words. “If it was up to you, I would never go.”

“Because you are not ready.”

She scoffs, face twisted in annoyance. “I’m really getting sick of hearing you talk Steve or should I say captain since you’re acting more like a boss then my boyfriend?”

“Captain will do just fine sweetheart.” She wanted to punch the snug smirk off his face. 

“Well Captain, when will I finally be good enough for you?” She tried to be strong, standing tall, chest puffed out but her voice betrayed her, cracking the words slightly.

Steve had reached an internal incline, wanting to get his point across, which meant continuing to stand his ground but watching his girl almost in tears because of the fact she was stuck at home alone, and wanted to be useful didn’t sit right in his chest. It suddenly felt heavy, squeezing his heart with guilt. She tried to hide it, always so strong but he didn’t miss the glossy piercing eyes. 

He decides to take a second to himself, to think carefully about his next words. Steve wanted to re-insure her that she will always be more than enough for him, but how do you exactly say what you did scared me, and I’m selfish and want you to stay home because I’m scared to loose you.

“You are always good enough for me.” Steve tone has softened as if he was talking to a fragile person, as if she was afraid of him.

Long locks were now slipping from the messy up-do thrown back in a hurry, curling to frame her delicate face. Her words stung his face, “I will never be good enough for you.”

This was his own fault, he’s always been attracted to bad-ass, independent, ass-kicking women. Filled with so much fire, he couldn’t help but get burned. She was so close, inches away but so far away. Fingers twitched to comfort her, to let her know he will love her always but that little voice told him to stand his ground, let her know he means it when he says stay.

What he least expected was her to walk away, not fight him like she usually does until blue in the face. Two of the most stubborn people alive but she had enough. His fingers reach to touch her arm, wrap around her waist from behind, stopping her from exiting their room. “Stop.”

“Leave me alone.” She turns, but only to push against his chest, trying to free the iron grip, but it is no use, his strength superior. Steve doesn’t waste any time, he wants to fix this. Gentle hands with rough calluses cup the soft skin of her cheeks, knuckles sucking in the touch. “I’m sorry.”

“Look at me.” Finger slipping underneath her chin, lifting eyes to his ocean blues. “Don’t you ever doubt you are no good enough for me. I...”

He continues, “I’m not good enough for you. I’m selfish, I don’t want you risking your life out there. I want you here with me.”

“I am here Steve.”

He sucks in a soft breath, emotion filling his throat. “You won’t be if you keep going on these missions. You are good but someone is always better.”

“I know that but -.”

Steve cuts her off by pressing his lips against her open mouth, but soon feel the softness of her pretty pinks. “I’m selfish, it’s not you. I can’t live without you, I can’t loose you.”

“Babe, I can’t just sit here. I want to help people just as much as you do,”

Steve felt as if his chest was going to pop, all the pressure making it hard to breath, mostly due to the thought of loosing her. He couldn’t loose another woman he loved, and especially with love this strong.  Steve ignores her words, wrapping his arms around across her back, hugging her tightly. 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry but you’re not going.”

Her mouth drops, “You can’t do that!”

“I am in charge of every mission, they do not happen unless the run through me. You are not going unless I deem it appropriate.” He holds her despite her struggling, soft lips meeting her shoulder gently. “You can hate me all you want, but I am keeping you safe.”

“You are so ridiculous. Fucking let go of me!” Steve follows her wishes despite how much it killed him to. 

“Don’t talk to me. I’m leaving.” He knew she wouldn’t go far, only find a different room in the tower until this fit is over, eventually she would forgive him but it didn’t feel right, it hurt, a betray against her. 

“Angel, it’s for the best.” He wants to stop her as she walks away but what is done is done. 

“You said it yourself Steve. You are selfish, you want me all to yourself so you deprive the people of help that could save their lives. You’re just as bad as the men you kill.” The words sting, but his chest even more as he watches her grab her things, and exit without another word. He sighs loudly, falling to the bed with a thump. Hand pressing against his chest, above his heart, wondering if she knows she’s the reason for it’s beating. 

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