@reader1007 asked: steggy + person A: here have a drink youâll feel better Person B: I canât Iâm pregnantÂ
âHere, have a drink. Youâll feel better.â Steveâs voice was low, matching the dim lights of their apartment. He held a glass of Peggyâs favorite wine in one hand and his shield in the other. The last time he had seen that look on her face, the shield had been the only thing protecting him from certain deathâŠprobably. He could even see the glint of a gun on the coffee table, which, while not an unusual occurrence, was enough to give him pause.
Peggy sighed, running her fingers through her hair, disturbing already-disheveled curls. She opened her mouth, and then shut it quickly, rubbing a hand over her face in distress. That was the sixth time she had started to speak only to keep quiet, and Steve found it extremely unsettling. He had seen Peggy in many different states over the years they had known each other, but he had never seen her quite like this beforeâshe certainly never had trouble sharing her thoughts with him before. Hence the wine and the shieldâSteve didnât know where he currently stood, but he figured that one of the two would help him try to discern what was wrong.
Peggy glanced briefly at the glass of wine and let out a mournful sigh. Steveâs shoulders dropped slightly in reliefâshe wouldnât be shooting at him for an as-yet-unknown offenseâand he moved quickly to her side, settling himself carefully on the couch, the shield resting next to the arm of the sofa. He handed Peggy the glass, which she took gingerly, two fingertips barely holding onto the stem. She swirled the wine gently three times, then placed it on the coffee table next to the gun.
âI canât,â Peggy replied, placing her hand on Steveâs thigh. She took a deep breath. âIâm pregnant.â
Steve stared intensely at her handâbright red nails against blue denimâas the words swirled around in his head, comprehension still out of reach. Peggy squeezed his thigh gently, which pulled him out of his stupor. His head popped up, making her jump. âYouâre pregnant?â he all but shouted, the words tripping over the huge grin taking over his face.Â
Peggy tilted her head forward in an approximation of a nod, and Steve tackled her to the sofa, pressing kisses all over her face. She started giggling in spite of herself at the rasp of his stubble against her cheeks, but as Steve pulled away slightly, eyes brimming with joy, she sobered again.
Perceptive as always, Steve sat up and pulled Peggy into his lap, smoothing her hair away from her forehead. âYouâre not excited. Is this happy news?â
Peggy rubbed the space between Steveâs eyebrows, where his skin creased with worry. âIt is definitely happy news, darling. I was absolutely ecstatic when I found out.â
âThen why are you so worked up? And whatâs with the gun?â
âI was overthinking things, I suppose. I was so excited about a new baby, and then I started thinking about what it would mean to raise a child, and how difficult it would be to keep that child safe, especially since Lord knows we both have our fair share of enemies.â Peggy tilted her head with a wry grin. âBesides, any child of ours will have a reckless streak that will make both of us look like wilting flowers in comparison.â
Steve sighed, the truth of Peggyâs worries a heavy weight on his shoulders. He placed his hand on his shield, the cold metal a comfort as he thought about the dangers awaiting their new family. He gave himself a mental shakeâthis was a time for celebration, the worries could be dealt with later. He clasped Peggyâs hands in his own and pulled her off-balance, so that she was fully pressed up against him. Peggyâs breath caught at the unexpected motion, and Steve grinned. âListen, Peg, we have plenty of time to have this conversation. And we will have it, I promise. Between your skills and my shield, weâll have the safest baby in the whole world. But right nowâGod, Peggy, weâre gonna be parents!â
Peggy returned the grin, his enthusiasm infectious. âYou better be this excited when Iâm nauseous and craving pickles at 3 am and breaking your hand when a contraction hits.â
Steve laughed and kissed her knuckles. âI promise.â