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When the kids returned, you handed them each a marshmallow roaster with two marshmallows on it for s'mores.

“Don’t eat all the chocolate this time, mom,” your oldest son teased. Then to Steve, explained, “When we were little, mom would eat all the chocolate bars before we could make the s'mores.”

“Can’t say I blame her for that,” Steve said with a chuckle. “Sometimes is the answer to all of life’s problems.”

“That’s what dad used to say,” your oldest daughter replied. “He used to tease mom about it, but he always had another candy bar or two hidden away for s'mores.”

You smiled at the memories and realized that it didn’t hurt as much as it had before to think of your late husband. The two of you had been high school sweethearts and had planned to send the rest of your lives together. Sadly, he’d been diagnosed with cancer when you’d been pregnant with your youngest and had passed away just after she turned one. You and the kids had spent three years following his death, dealing with the pain and loss. Some days had been good and some days had been bad, but you had made it through.

Then you had met Steve, who had dealt with more than his own share of grief. Neither you nor he had been prone to finding joy in life, but somehow, together, the two of you found your laughters again.

Your kids seemed to find their laughter, too, after you found yours. And despite the advice you’d received from family and friends, you hadn’t waited to introduce them to Steve early on in your relationship with him. The five of you were a packaged deal and you wanted to make sure he knew that.

In the end, it had been the best decision of your life. Steve and your kids had taken to each other quickly and he hadn’t tried to replace their dad. In fact, he’d asked you about their dad and, in turn, helped you keep the memory of your late husband alive for the kids. It wasn’t uncommon for one of the older kids to mention something about their dad or tell their younger sister about the dad she’d never gotten to know.

Sharing your world with Steve had also opened the door to him sharing his life with you. His fellow Avengers had become aunts and uncles to the kids and, while he didn’t live with you guys, it wasn’t uncommon for him to bring an Avenger or two home with him for a home cooked meal.

As if the thought of his fellow Avengers had summoned them, a loud whistle cut through the still night air and the kids all shouted, “UNCLE SAM!”

“What am I?” Bucky’s voice asked as he followed Sam down the steps of the house. “Chopped liver?”

“Hi Uncle Bucky,” the kids echoed with a laugh.

“That’s more like it,” he said as he picked up your five-year-old and sat down in her chair with her on her lap. “Want some help with your marshmallows, munchkin?”

“Can you make it big?” the little girl asked.

“Definitely,” Bucky promised.

“Bet Uncle Sam could make a bigger one,” your 9-year-old stated.

“Challenge accepted,” Bucky and Sam declared after glaring across the fire at each other.

You and Steve shook your heads while his two best friends tried to find the best roasting locations.

“Shall we go inside and make some hot chocolate?” Steve suggested to you. “Pretty sure the kids are good for awhile.”

“Sounds good,” you replied before handing the bag of marshmallows to your oldest daughter. “You can each have two more marshmallows. But no one is allowed to have more than 4 to eat, got it?”

“Got it,” she responded, not taking her eyes off the roasting battle.

“They’re going to be all sugared up and sick to their stomachs, aren’t they?” you asked Steve as the two of you made your way into the house.

“Probably,” Steve said with a laugh. “I can take care of the boys though. They’ll be easier than the drunk soldiers I helped in the war.”

Stopping at the screen door into the house, you turned and gave Steve a short kiss. “I love you,” you told him. “And I love that you love my kids.”

“I love them like they are my own,” he told you. “I would do anything for them and for you.”

“I know and we’d do the same for you,” you said, squeezing his hand.

He opened the door for you and the two of you went into the kitchen.

“I’ll grab the milk and a pot,” he offered. “You grab the chocolate milk powder.”

Opening the pantry, you locate the canister of hot chocolate, but freeze when you see a ring box sitting on top of it.

“It’s ok,” Steve’s voice says from behind you. “It won’t bite.”

You choked back a laugh as you reached a shaky hand out to grab the velvet box. Your hand wrapped around it and you pulled it back to your chest, clutching it against your heart.

“Is now a bad time to tell you it’s just earrings?” he teased as he carefully takes the box from your fingers.

Automatically, you turn towards him and find yourself unable to make out his features thanks to your teary eyes as he kneels before you.

“I love you,” he said, taking your left hand in his much larger ones. “You brought sunshine to my bleak life. I love your children and I want to help you raise them to be the women and men that you and your late husband wanted them to be. I want to grow old, well older, with you.”

You both chuckled at his words. While he looked like he was in his mid to late 30’s, he was really over a 100 years old, while you, in fact, were in your late 30’s.

“I love you,” he said again. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” you replied, nodding your head.

He opened the box, revealing a simple yet beautiful diamond ring. He slipped it onto your left ring finger before he stood up and kissed you.

The sound of a voice clearing behind you, brought the two of you back to the real world and you turned to find your kids, Bucky and Sam standing in the dining room grinning at the two of you.

“I take it she said yes?” Bucky asked with a grin.

“She said yes,” Steve confirmed.

A cheer erupted from the kids and they raced into the kitchen for a group hug.

In the midst of the celebration, you started to put two and two together: the kids’ excitement over camping out in the backyard and Sam and Bucky’s sudden appearance.

“You were all in on this, weren’t you?” you asked. Seven happy faces just grinned back at you. Shaking your head, you said, “How did you know it would work?”

“Everyone knows you can’t say no to chocolate, mom,” your oldest daughter stated. “In any form.”

“Looks like, once again, I’ve been lured away by the promise of chocolate,” you said, making them all laugh. Your eyes locked with Steve’s and you smiled. “But the outcome was even better than chocolate.”

“Speaking of chocolate, are we still having hot chocolate?” Bucky asked. “Cause that sounds good.”

Kissing him over your shoulder as thanks, you stepped out of the gown, then made your way to the master bathroom.  Chris picked up the gown and added it to the chair before beginning to remove the rest of his clothing.  

Not wanting bright lights at this hour, you’d turned on only the soft lights surrounding the mirror, keeping the room dim.  You were standing at the vanity with in your black lace bra and matching panties, removing your makeup, when you caught sight of him through the mirror.  Chris was still wearing the white dress shirt, but it was open and the cuffs were pushed up, revealing his muscular body and strong forearms.  Everything about him was hard.  Everything.  He knew seeing him like this was a particular kink of yours and it had been one of things you’d whispered to him earlier.  Between the shirt and the look on his face, you knew exactly where this was heading.  Heat flashed throughout your body and he hadn’t even touched you yet.  

Chris stepped up behind you, eyes meeting in the mirror, and enveloped you in his arms.  Still gazing at each other through through your reflections he asked in a deep, soft voice, “Do you have any idea how much I adore you?  You’re the most amazing woman I have ever met.”  

You matched his soft gaze and whispered back, “Do you know how much I cherish you?”  Turning your head to look directly at him, you quickly added, “How much I cherish us?  I love you so much, Chris.”

His hands traveled across your body, one moving down your stomach and sliding straight into your panties, the other gliding up and over your breasts until it reached your face.  

The fingers of both hands stroked you gently, one softly teasing your clit while the other tenderly glided along your jaw.  “I love you, too. I’m yours forever,” he whispered, bending his head to place kisses along your nose, face and down your neck. You turned to face the mirror again, watching as he seduced you with his words and his body.  “Only yours,” he said softly when your gazes met in the glass again.  You hand came up to stroke the back of his head as he grazed your skin with licks and kisses, his beard creating tiny goosebumps to rise along your skin.

Your body was responding to his touches, hips undulating and back arching, as he explored you with his hands.  When you couldn’t wait any longer, you turned your face towards him and swiped your tongue over his lips.  He parted them and your tongues met, moving against each other in a kiss that was slow, yet powerful and full of emotions.

He broke the kiss and stood up straight behind you, running his hands over the curves of your body as you watched in the mirror.  Chris unhooked your bra, removing it and laying it on the counter.  His hands took the place of the cups and he palmed your breasts, pinching your aching nipples between his fingers and causing a moan to escape your throat.  

Feeling your body already humming and quivering, you braced your hands on the counter, keeping your eyes trained on his face and hands.  The fabric of your panties was soaked with arousal. Your breathing was becoming erratic, causing your chest to rise and fall rapidly as he kissed the back of your neck and shoulders. A shiver ran through you when he made the back of your neck warm with his breath, then softly blew on it.  You caught him smile at the reaction and heard him laugh lightly, enjoying how responsive you were to him.

The fabric of the dress shirt provided a bit of friction and texture as he held you tight against him again, his hard cock pressing against your ass, adding to your excitement.  He brought his hands to your waist and met your gaze in the mirror again, both of you had eyes full of lust, want and need.  

Hooking his thumbs into the back of your panties, just below the small of your back, he pulled them down swiftly, his fingers dragged across the skin of your bottom, the sensation causing your head to drop forward.  He bent his knees, moving down your body along with your underwear and helped you step out of them.  He remained crouched, running his hands up along your legs.  Your chest began to heave with deep breaths as his fingers gently traced your inner thighs, then his nimble fingers gently stroked across the lips of your wet pussy, pausing to rub against your clit before finding your core and entering with no resistance.  

“Someone’s excited and ready for me, I see,” he said huskily before gently nipping at your ass cheek, bringing a low chuckle out of both of you.  All humor went out the window when, in the next moment, you felt his fingers come out and his talented tongue swiped across your lower lips.  The louder you moaned, the stronger he sucked at your pleasure spots until you were losing control and riding his face.  He brought you to climax quickly, lapping up your juices as your body shuddered. You were now primed and ready to last for round two.

Chris stood, swiping a hand across his glistening lips.  Knowing you needed a minute to recover, he pressed his body against yours from behind again and you murmured sweet words of love to each other as your body came down from it’s high.  Slowly, his hands started to roam across your body again, reigniting your fire.  

The throbbing in your pussy could no longer be ignored so you reached behind yourself and took a hold of his hard cock.  You stroked it, enjoying the velvety feel of the skin, as well as the way he looked when his eyes shut in pleasure the second you touched him.  

You waited until he opened his eyes, continuing to stroke him as you locked eyes and pleaded, breathlessly, “Take me, Chris, I need you inside me.”

With just the slightest hint of a smile, but an obvious raise of his brow because he knew it drove you wild, he replaced your hand on his erection with his own.  You went back to bracing yourself against the counter with both hands, tilting your hips up and widening your stance.  

Chris guided himself into your entrance eliciting a deep sigh from both you as he sank into your heated core.  He began to move, pulling out to just the tip before plunging back into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you urged him, pushing back against him each time.

He took his time; there was no rush. The sounds of sex and pleasure filling the air.  Watching the other's reaction and enjoyment in the mirror was erotic as hell and helped to heighten the effects.

Releasing your hips, he moved his hands up and clasped your arms, pulling them back and restraining you as he began to fuck you harder.  Making love in front of the mirror meant that you both had the same view, could see everything the way your partner did.  You followed the path of his eyes as they moved down your body, settling on your breasts.

“I love the way your tits bounce when I thrust into you hard...like this.” He demonstrated as he got a little rougher.  It felt absolutely incredible and your hips grinded against him for more friction.  Your throat was raw from the cries of passion and pleasure ripping through it.  

Sensing you were getting close, Chris released your arms, bringing them back to the vanity.  You watched his face, loving the way he was as lost in the moment as you were, seeing the veins popping out along his neck.  

He brought a hand around to grope your tit as his other reached around to quickly work your clit as he pushed his dick even deeper into you. You could barely breathe from the intensity of the pleasure.  When he pinched first your nipple and then your clit, you exploded, your orgasm hitting you in wave after wave.  Crying out his name and a string of obscenities, your clenched around his cock sending Chris over the edge, too.  With a loud guttural groan he came, buried deep inside of you.  As he released, you felt his cock pulse and twitch as hot streams of cum jetted from him and coated your inner walls.

Chris collapsed against you, his teeth sinking into the top of your shoulder blade as he finished.  He slowly pulled out of you as he softened, but you remained locked together until both of you were able to breathe a little calmer.  After cleaning up, he took your hand and led you to bed, all of his anxiety from the evening now completely spent.  

“Excuse me, mind if I give you a hand with that snowman?” Steve asked, crouching down to get as eye level as he could with the small boy.

The boy remained silent, looking at Steve him with mistrustful eyes.  They looked much older than the seven or eight years this child had been on this earth.

Steve looked over towards the parents, who were so involved in their screens that no one saw him approach the boy. He relaxed the tenseness he suddenly found in his jaw and asked, “is that your mommy over there in the green coat?” The boy simply nodded.

At that moment the woman finally looked up, saw Steve, and walked over immediately, a look of concern he was happy to see upon her face.

Quickly rising, Steve extended his hand upon her approach. “Good Afternoon, Ma’am, my name is Steve Rogers.”

A look of recognition replaced the look of concern and she brightened immediately, shaking his hand. She introduced herself, confirmed she was the boy’s mother and they made small talk for a few minutes as he explained the reason he was suddenly at her son’s side. The boy in question was watching him shrewdly. He had been unable to hide the excitement from his face when he learned the man was Captain America, but he was able to pretend a little that he wasn’t impressed. Steve could appreciate the boy trying to behave older than his years.  He was reminded of himself in so many ways by this child.

After conferring with his mother and getting some information about the boy, including his name, Steve crouched down again and asked,  “Mind if I join you, August?  I’ve never made a snowman myself, although I was a human icicle for many years.”  The boy couldn’t suppress the giggle that came out, finally breaking his grownup facade and making him look his young age.  With a soft smile, Steve added, “I’m willing to learn if you’re willing to teach me, buddy.”

“Truth is, I’m not very good at this either, Mister,” August admitted quietly.  “I can’t get the second ball to stay put.”  He was drawing lines in the snow beside him as he spoke, looking away from Steve.  

“You know what, I think I see the problem.  What if we make the base a little bigger, like this,” Steve said, adding more snow and packing it in tightly. “Now see if you can add some to the one you started.  That’s it, pack it tight,” he coached as the boy moved the ball around, his tongue poking out of his mouth while he concentrated.

“Now put it on top of this one, I made a little indent for it here.”  

This time the ball stayed in place.  The light and life was back into the boy’s eyes and he gave his new friend a bright, warm smile.  “You can call me Auggie, by the way.  It’s what my friend calls me, and my mom.”

A matching smile came across Steve face, knowing he had gained the boy’s trust.  “Ok, Auggie, can you make another one, just a little bit smaller, for the head?”  As the boy worked, Steve began to softly sing, “Frosty the Snowman.”  After the first line, the boy chimed in and they worked side by side building their snowman, singing the carol, and enjoying the magic of the snow.

“I’ll go get a few branches for arms and see if I can find some rocks for buttons.”  Steve patted the boy on the shoulder a couple of times, then stood up and went to retrieve the items promised.  When he returned, his new friend was happily sitting next to his snowman and began to bounce on his legs when he saw Steve returning with the items.

“It stayed, Steve, it stayed!! Look!!!”  he shouted, pointing to the stacked balls.  

With a wide grin beaming at the child, Steve got on his knees beside him and dropped the pile of accessories he’d scavenged.  “Of course it stayed, you have the magic touch now.  Think you can really make him come to life with these?”

“You betcha!” Auggie proclaimed as he set about choosing the best branches in the bunch for arms, placed the rocks perfectly down the center of the middle ball, and then used more for eyes and a mouth from the assortment Steve had gathered.  He sat there staring at it for a moment, and just as Steve was about to ask what was the matter, he put a finger up and said, “Be right back.”  The boy hurried over to his mom to ask her something, jumping from one foot to the other, kicking up snow, as he waited for her to get something out of her purse.  Steve laughed when he saw the child returning with a baby carrot.  “My mom makes me eat them,” Auggie groaned while rolling his eyes.  Steve chuckled as he watched the carrot promptly get into place as a nose.  

They both sat back to admire their work.  Steve felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out of his pocket, seeing that he was being called back to the Tower.  

“I hate to say this, but I have to get going.  It was great meeting you, Auggie.”

“Time to be a hero, Cap?”

“Nah, that hero stuff is for guys with capes.  I’m just doing my job.”  He leaned down closer and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone, but I’d much rather just hang out here in the park and throw snowballs back at the kids that nailed you earlier.”

“You saw that?” Auggie asked quietly, his demeanor changing back to the to loner Steve first encountered.

“I did, and you know what?  You handled it like a champ and I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Steve,” he replied, a hint of a smile working its way back onto his face.

Steve said his goodbyes again to August and then to the boy’s mother.  As he began to walk out of the park, he spotted the boy that had thrown the snowball earlier.  Turning a little, he saw that Auggie was watching him from beside their snowman.  Steve palmed some snow from the edge of a bench as he walked, made quick work of forming it into a ball, and without pulling any attention to himself, threw the ball towards Auggie’s bully.  

The two of you had planned a big shindig for the Fourth of July, the first holiday since you had moved in with him, but had ultimately rescheduled when the weather service issued a severe weather alert for the day. The weather had been dismal in the morning and had gotten progressively worse during the day.

It had started pouring a couple hours ago and the power had started flickering a short time later, before ultimately going out.

The thunder and lightning storm had started about an hour ago and Chris had put Dodger in his kennel, which was in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom, and put on some calming music to help him through the storm. You had checked on the dog, a few minutes ago, and he had been relaxed in his safe zone.

A quick series of lightning cracks in the sky with the sound echoing around you almost immediately. Chris’s arm tightens around your shoulders as if he is protecting you from the wrath of Mother Nature.

“I wonder what Loki did to piss off Thor,” you say jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Chris gives you an odd look before it registers and he laughs. “I have a couple ideas, but I’m not at liberty to say,” he replies and mimes zipping his lips with his left hand.

“You’re such a tease,” you tell him before childishly sticking your tongue out at him.

You aren’t sure how it happened, but one second you were on the couch with Chris and the next you are both on the floor. The storm outside acts as a backlight to the sweet, passionate love making that follows.

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