#captainoutoftime

( @captain-outoftime)

Amelia normally hated the tart, seedy fruit. But now that she was happily five months pregnant, she couldn’t get enough of this one strawberry ice cream they found while looking for things to put into the nursery.

Steve, husband and father of the century, left to go get it when the cravings got really bad.

Continued from X

“For me it was… I’d hoped it would be Betty. I wanted it to be her so badly, and then when the time came nothing showed up. But I guess… if we’d really been meant for each other, then the lack of marks wouldn’t have mattered.” She didn’t blame Betty for that, for moving on to look for her true soulmate, she deserved to find someone who could make her happy after all, but it still ached deep down that Bryce wasn’t the person who could do that. Her faith in soulmates had been shaky enough before then, seeing how people who the universe pushed together weren’t guaranteed happiness, or even a loving union, but Betty had been the final blow. After that she’d started wearing turtlenecks and pants and gloves even in summer, everything to minimize the chances of contact that would make your mark appear when your skin made contact with your soulmate’s for the first time. Not that it stood out that much; plenty of people made similar choices to avoid meeting their soulmates for a variety of reasons, from having already found a partner to not wanting to be tied down. Really, the only reason she’d even considered trying to find them was just so that she could at least be honest about why she couldn’t be there for them and not leave them wondering if they were unwanted and unloved.

Ever since the attack Bucky had been worried about Steve. He was still trying to pretend everything was normal, even though things were far from it. Steve insisted on going out alone, despite his body being so much different from before, that he could still take care of himself. It almost seemed like he was itching for fights again and something to prove--to himself, to the world, that Steve Rogers was more than just Captain America.

Steve jerked away from the gentle hand before the sound of her voice even registered. Peggy. His eyes flew open, cuffed hands flexing as if to reach for her. “Peg.” His voice was rough from yelling. Hydra hadn’t exactly taken it easy on him in the last week, and though he hardly bruised for more than a day or so since the serum, his body was covered in dark marks, still unhealed cuts and dried blood. He was just lucky Peggy had beaten the Red Skull to him here. “Thank god. They - they asked me, I didn’t tell them anything,” he mumbled, still half delirious from exhaustion.

“I also got chocolate in case you changed your mind,” he offeres with a small smile. “But I’m pretty excited to eat it if you don’t want it.” Steve’s baseline knowledge about pregnancy was deeply limited before Nat had announced that she was expecting, but since she was one of his closest friends, he had figured he’d better bone up on his info so he could be helpful.

He settles beside her on the couch and pops his feet up. “I’m not making a whole person, it’s the least I can do,” he assures her. Super serum be damned, it was impressive as hell the things that women’s bodies were capable of doing.

Steve nods eagerly, letting her guide his hand to her belly where he can feel the baby kicking. As a younger man, he’d always imagined he’d have a family of his own. Now, though - well. He tries not to let it make him sad. He’ll be the most doting uncle any child has ever had. “I can’t wait to meet them.” A slightly mischievous smile curved his lips. “Did you hear Tony has money on it being a girl?”

“Go for it. I’m TRYING to keep my cravings from winning anyway.” Natasha chuckles softly, leaning her head back. She gives a soft sigh of discomfort--honestly, she thinks the kid is doing CARTWHEELS on her organs. But her smile remains all the same. Really, a few years ago and she wouldn’t have DREAMED this was possible. And yet here she was.

She gives a snort and leans her head against his shoulder, moving his hand along her abdomen. “No, but I also didn’t have to make my way through a damn near BLIZZARD just to get ice cream.” Not that she’d be able to at this point, she suspects.

Bucky stared at the letter in front of him. He knew that America would soon join the war and that there was a high chance that he would be drafted but he didnt expect this soon.

He didnt want to leave, he'd be leaving Steve, Rebecca. He could die, all for this War, he didn't want to be apart of.

He sighed and leaned back on the couch. He would be going off to training in a few weeks time and then a week after he would be going overseas.

“Senator Lewis.”