This is just making me imagine Steve being soft with the little ones and always willing to stop and answer there questions. Just making their days better because he knows that how much of an impact a smile can make. After his upbringing of being bullied he knows how to be gentle to a kid. He never wants them to feel the way he did. 😭
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭 I cannot handle this. The little one!!!!!! He is so precious!!!!!! The best super hero the world has ever seen 🥺🥺 The little high five... 💔 And Cap is so cute with him, my goodness!
YES, you're so right that Steve would be soft with little ones especially! It took him a while to get over his fear of accidentally hurting them because they're just so small, but since he got the hang of it, meeting kids is his favourite thing to do when he's 'on duty' <33 Love it!!
Every fanfic author who knows anything about Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, when they write Sambucky fanfiction: “In the corner of the room, next to the window, there was a couch. It was a very nice couch. Very nice couch. With all the pillows...”
I keep thinking back to how my friend said Alexandre Pierce is the most horrifying villain in Marvel because he's real.
And she's right.
A regular person who abuses their position of power, dehumanises others. You're best friend or parent could be in a relationship with a Pierce. A person who gets positions like secretary of defence and noble peace prizes and praise and yet, is abusive and causes fear and pain to a person (bucky) that other people won't believe is a victim.
Crying bc imagened how Wilson's family(including Bucky ofc) welcoming Sam after he came back from doing Captain America's job, and then he starts crying, and everyone hugs him and Tom Rosenthal-Home plays in the background... f-fuck *sobs*
You stare into his eyes feeling slightly bewildered. Not that long ago you’d almost said it to him and now he was saying it, you felt frozen. Like you’d been backed into a corner and there was nowhere to escape to. Steve seemed to sense the sudden fight or flight reaction you’ve had, and in a way, that made it worse.
“Too soon?” Steve asks, stepping back from you to give you space. “You don’t have to say it back, I just… I needed to tell you.”
You shake your head. “No. I’m sorry. It’s not that. I don’t know what it is. Thank you, Steve. I … I want…”
He takes your hand and shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he says. “I know hearing the words can be scary when you’re not sure of how you feel. Take your time.”
You start crying. You aren’t even sure what you’re so upset about and whether or not that the tears are just a result of your hormones. But the fact he’s so patient and good and tender, and everything you wish you could be but can’t seem to manage to be yourself bubbles over into streams of tears.
Steve moves quickly, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a tight embrace. “Hey now,” he soothes as he holds you. “It’s okay. I promise. I didn’t say it to put pressure on you to say it back.”
“But you want that. And you’re too good for me,” you sob.
“No, I’m not,” Steve soothes. “Whatever you think you don’t deserve, I promise you, you do.”
“I don’t though,” you argue. “I keep rushing you, and I got pregnant and decided to keep it, and I’ve pretty much made every single decision that’s brought us here right now, getting ready for a baby when we don’t even live together. You have just supported me every step of the way and let me decide what’s the best way to do this. And even with all that you love me, and you tell me that, and I can’t even say it back to you. And you’re still being supportive.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve whispers, rubbing your back. “You’ve been patient with me too. I know we both made a mistake with using protection, but we’ve been on this journey together. I promise I’m not upset. Maybe if you decided that what you’re upset about is that you don’t love me, I’ll be hurt, but you can’t force it. I’ve tried before, and it didn’t take. Just… take your time. I’ve got you.”
You nuzzle into his chest and nod. “Thank you, Steve,” you whisper.
You spend the rest of your pregnancy stuck in a state of limbo with Steve as you prepare for the arrival of your daughter. He is patient with you and remains excited to meet his little girl, but you still can’t seem to bring yourself to say the words. There are moments when you know you do, and you want to so badly, but the words get stuck. Then there are other times when you start to question what love is, because the way people write about it, and the way you feel it are completely different.
Steve is trying to balance Avenging and getting ready for a baby along with taking care of you. You can tell he’s trying not to crowd you, but there are times you wish that he would.
You’re alone when you feel the pain of a contraction. Worse still, you’re early and Steve had taken one last mission before your due date
You ignore the first contraction and just try to go back to sleep. It’s light after all, and you have already experienced Braxton Hicks. Besides, you’re early and Steve is out of town so you can’t possibly be in labor.
An hour later, your water breaks and you know for sure.
It isn’t a trickle either. You feel the pop and abiotic fluid gushes from you. You stare down at the puddle on the floor and burst into tears. You’re frozen with anxiety, not sure what you need to do first and you’re alone and without anyone to help you make the decision.
When you finally unfreeze you grab your phone and dial the number that Steve gave you in case of emergencies while he was away.
It rings once before picking up. “Who is this, and how did you get this number?”
There’s a lot of background noise, including what sounds like explosions, but you recognize Tony Stark’s voice.
“Sorry,” you say. “Steve gave it to me. In case something happens while he’s out of town. And something has happened.”
“Oh…” Tony says. “You’re the baby mama. Is everything okay?”
“No. Yes. I mean, no. I’m in labor,” you explain.
“Fuck. Shit,” Tony curses and there’s a pause at the other end of the line while a series of blasts and explosions sound out. “Alright. I’ll get the message to him. Do you have someone in the meantime? We're kind of in the thick of it right now, and even if we weren’t… I don’t know how long it would take for us to get back.”
“Is Hill with you?” You ask.
“Nope, she’s back at the tower,” Tony says. “Seriously though? Hill as the birthing partner?”
“She’s not my first choice!” You shout in frustration.
Tony laughs. “Right, I’m sorry. I’ll get him back to you as soon as you can. And I’ll get him to call you even sooner.”
“Thank you,” you say and disconnect the call.
The next call you make is to Hill.
“Hey, kid,” she says when the call connects. “What’s up?”
“I’m in labor,” you say simply, and another contraction hits. You groan and double over in pain.
“What?” Hill asks. “No, you can’t be. Cap is out on a mission.”
“I know that, Maria,” you snap. “But I still am.”
“Shit,” she curses. “But… what… how?”
If you weren’t in labor right now, you’d find her panic quite funny. She is the most in control person you know, and the fact something like the impending arrival of an infant has thrown her is objectively funny. But you’re pretty far from a laughing mood. “Maria,” you implore. “My family isn’t from here and you’re my best friend. I need you.”
“Right,” she says, and lets out a breath. “You sure you want me?”
“I want Steve,” you say. “But given he’s not even in the country, you’re my next choice.”
“Okay,” Hill says. “I’ll be right there. Call the hospital. See what you need to do.”
You disconnect the call and dial the hospital next. They give you instructions on what to do to get comfortable and when to come in and tell you to call back if you had any concerns.
When you get off the phone you begin timing your contractions as you take a shower and change your clothes. Hill arrives while you’re cleaning the puddle you’ve left on the floor.
The labor is long and while it isn’t as hard as the more traumatic birth stories you’ve heard, the fact that Steve isn’t there is difficult for you.
Maria does her best as a birthing partner, but it’s clear that she has no idea what she should be doing. She is also bossy and keeps trying to control everything. Most of all she isn’t Steve and even though you are glad she’s there, she serves as a reminder that she’s not the one that should be.
You end up opting for an epidural just to get through the ordeal without too much stress. Hill is much better as a partner when you’re also not dealing with severe pain and hot flushes.
As you move into transition they slowly back the epidural off. The pain is intense and burns through you like lava.
“You’re going to need to push,” the midwife says and you shake your head.
“No. No, no, no, no, no,” you babble. “Steve’s not here.”
“She’s not going to wait for him,” she says. “I’m sorry.”
Like he’s been summoned, Steve bursts through the door and looks around. “Did I miss it?”
“Just in time,” Hill says, waving him over. “Thank fuck.” She leans over and kisses your temple. “I love you kid, but I’m out of here before you turn me off sex forever.”
“Thank you,” you say, as you start to cry.
“Thanks, Hill,” Steve echoes.
She pats his shoulder as they pass each other and he took her place, taking your hand in his.
“When you have a contraction - push,” the midwife says.
You look up at Steve with tears in your eyes. He is still dressed in his Captain America armor, though he’s removed the cowl and gloves. He looks tired and his hair is sticking out in every direction, but you’re so relieved to see him you can barely contain it.
“You made it,” you say.
“Just. I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he soothes.
You shake your head and push.
It’s another thirty minutes before Sarah is born. She comes into the world screaming and when Steve cuts the cord they put her on your chest and she calms and looks up at you and Steve with bright eyes.
“She’s so beautiful,” you whisper.
“She is,” Steve agrees. “Just like her mother.”
You look up at him, and you aren’t sure if it’s the hormones or the fact that Sarah is here, or just that he nearly didn’t make it and the fact he did was something you didn’t realize is as important as it is, but you know… you know you love him.
“I love you, Steve,” you say, the tears beginning to roll down your face.
Steve smiles and rubs your back in soothing circles. “I know, sweetheart,” he says. “I love you too.”
Seriously, how did ANY of the Avengers/SHIELD have arguments with Tony or Steve?
You’ve got Tony with his big puppy brown eyes, plus he’s shorter than most of them, his little heeled shoes and constantly ruffled hair, like, I don’t think I could stay mad at him for long Christ— No wonder Rhodey practically adopted teeny tiny Tony in MIT—
And then you’ve got Steve’s own kicked puppy blue eyes, all sad ON YOUR BEHALF because ‘you could have done better and I’m disappointed but it’s okay, cause I still love you’ with those furrowed brows and pursed lips.
Can you imagine have an argument with those two when they’re on the same side? You’re fucked.
Summary: After the events of the Sokovia Accords, Steve is now a fugitive to the U.S. government and has left you in the worst way possible. What happens when fate reunites the two again when you are most vulnerable?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x pregnant reader
Nat was telling the truth when she said that you and Steve would be busy. Both of you barely took your hands off of the other, day and night. You bet that Steve treated your body like a goddess when he had every chance.
One day, you were both making breakfast in the kitchen. You started to make scrambled eggs as Steve made a dark roast coffee for himself. “So, I was wondering… what would you like to do for next week?” Steve said as he started to sip his coffee. You gave him a funny look as you were flipping the eggs.
“Uh… I don’t know. Maybe we can get more toilet paper in a few days.” you said mindlessly. Steve turns around, hiding his sad demeanor. You chuckle as you turn off the skillet and hug him from behind the best you could.
“I’m teasing, hon. How could I forget our second wedding anniversary?” You said, trying to hide your laughter as Steve’s facial expressions changed.
His mood changes to a bright smile, shaking his head as he turns to face you. “I swear I can’t tell when you’re dead serious or joking.” he said. You shrug as you place your hands on top of your belly.
“What can I say? It’s in my blood.” you replied, flashing him that signature Stark smile. He rolls his eyes and kisses your head, taking the prepared food to the dining table to eat. You sit down as Steve pours your favorite juice in a glass.
Steve joins you to eat, still continuing the conversation. “I’m serious though, I really want to celebrate it.” he hints as he felt guilty for missing your first anniversary as he had a recon mission around that time. You think for a bit as you take a bite of a buttered toast. “Oooo, I saw this cute park when we were out last time. It looks secluded enough to have a picnic there.” you suggested.
He nods his head enthusiastically as he drinks his coffee. “That sounds great! I’ll ask Sam to go out a few days before so we can pick up a few things.” You sip your drink, agreeing.
“Same with Nat, I promised for us to hang out before this little one makes their appearance soon.” Steve reaches out his hand and places it on your abdomen, feeling a strong kick in response to his touch, and smiles in your direction.
“We got ourselves a plan.” Steve says, coming closer to you as he reaches your lips. You kiss him back as you place your hand on top of his that was still on your belly. “Indeed we do.”
“So you’re telling me that you guys NEVER celebrated your first wedding anniversary?” Sam asked a bit harshly as he was eating some sort of treat Steve couldn’t recognize.
“I was doing recon in Cambodia. When I got back, we just got caught up with life and work. That’s why I really want to make this years’ anniversary memorable.” Steve replies quickly as they’re walking around shops that are lined on the street.
Sam finishes his snack and disposes of the wrapper in nearby trash. “Look, I know you mean well about this whole thing. But doesn’t y/n like more of a simpler celebration? And where are we going by the way?” he says, following Steve into a small pawnshop.
It was as if Steve was regular as he knew what type of item he was looking for. “There it is.” Steve said in awe, looking through a glass display of a gold necklace.
“A locket? Can’t you just order one on Amazon or eBay?” Steve shook his head as he stared at the glass case.
“y/n never told me this, but she dreamed of having her mother’s locket ever since she was a kid. That locket is the same replica of what her mom had.”
Sam gets confused. “Wait, if y/n didn’t tell her what she’s always wanted, then who did?” Steve looks down, then turns to Sam.
When Steve was catching up on all of the music he’s missed, you brought him to a record store on one of your dates. You started picking records that had particular decades and started to describe what was so great about the music genre of that time. He noticed that there was this twinkle in your eye whenever you talked about the little details.
It was at that moment that Steve knew that he was going to marry you. The first thing he had to do was ask one final blessing from the one person you looked up to: your brother.
Steve took his motorcycle to Tony’s lab to fix a few kinks in his bike. Tony had all of the tools to fix it, so they both decided to work on it as their project. “Whew, I need a drink… What's your poison?” Tony says getting up from the ground as he inspected one of the engines.
Steve gets up as well, trying to clean his hands from the grime. “No thank you, but I was wondering if I could ask you something serious?” Steve said as his mind was freaking out. “Tony gives him a funny look. “So you want my sober judgment… you must be in deep shi-” Steve shoots him a glare as Tony rolled his eyes, giving Steve the floor.
“Y/n and I have been really serious for the past three years now. I love your sister Tony, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. That’s why I wanted to ask for y/n’s hand in marriage.” Tony’s face turned to stone. He slowly walks to Steve (almost intimidating him) and breaks out a grin and goes up to Steve, placing his hand on his shoulder.
“Out of all the people in the world, I’m glad that you’re the one who’s dating my sister. If any other guy would have asked me that, I blast them before they could blink. So yes, you have my blessing.”
Tony says. Steve exhales as he slumps his shoulders in relief. “I think I do need that drink.” Tony chuckles as he takes out two beers from his mini-fridge for celebration.
“Have you gotten a ring yet?” Tony says as he swings his drink, sitting down. Steve shakes his head no as he reclines to a chair opposite Tony.
“I don’t even know where to begin. I checked a store once and I was so overwhelmed when they asked me so many questions. Any advice?” Steve ponders a bit before getting up to a shelf and taking out a small piece of paper.
“Here, this is a picture of me, y/n, and our parents when we went to France. My dad got this gold locket for my mom there.” Tony points at the necklace in the picture.
“Y/n was only three at the time, but she always wanted to wear that locket. We tried looking for the necklace after my parents’ passing. Up to this day… We still don’t know where to find it. If you could find a ring that could resemble that necklace, I guarantee you that she would say yes.”
Steve chuckles as he inspects the necklace closer, looking at the rose design on the gold. “I think I know what to do now. Thanks, Tony.” Steve says as he shoots him a smile.
“Of course, let’s finish the bike before things get too sappy.” Tony remarks, getting out of his seat. Steve could see his future brother-in-law wiping his tears from the back of his hand.
“So, what’s in the box?” Nat asked as you walked out of the store. “I don’t kiss and tell. And for being an international spy, you’re really bad at keeping secrets.” you said as you carried the semi-large item in one arm. Nat pokes out her tongue as she carries on the conversation.
"Well judging by you going to a vintage store, I'm guessing you bought something as old as Steve." Nat said, making you laugh. You suddenly hunched forward, hissing.
Nat turned to you, holding your back to steady you. You regain your breathing, looking up to Nat. "They've been kicking so hard lately, I think they knocked the air out of me." you huffed, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm sorry, did you say LATELY?" Nat screams, taking you to a near bench to sit down. You place the box on your side as you try to soothe your active baby.
"It's probably nothing. I'm telling you i'm fi-" You stopped talking as you feel a harder kick, trying to hold back a scream. The pain you felt was almost as if your insides were on fire.
Nat wasted no time to hold your shaking figure, dialing someone on her phone. "You're ok, you're going to be ok..." Nat said, trying to calm your agonizing whimpers.
Something didn't add up about his partner's disappearance, and Steve was going to find out what. Following Bucky's trail, he finds himself at Stark Tower. .
For the @stevetonygames prompt “Steampunk” [G2]
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I adore the “Bones” armour. It is one of my favourite Iron Man armours.
Square: Steampunk [G2]
Worktype: Moodboard + Drabble
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Major Tags: Steampunk AU, Noir AU, PI Steve Rogers, Inventor Tony Stark, Pre-Slash,
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The cold, bitter wind blew through his coat as he gazed up at Stark's Tower.
There was no way Bucky would just up and leave, disappear off the face of the earth. It wasn't like him.
Things weren't adding up. Everything pointed to SHIELD hiding something, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. After all Bucky had done for him, he owed it to him.
People kept telling him to drop it, but he'd done some digging.
Bucky's trail leads him to Stark. He didn't know what involvement the inventor had, but he'll soon find out.
You smile and look deep into Steve’s eyes. “I love you too, Steve,” you say. “I’m sorry I took so long to say it.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Steve says and leans in and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into it, pouring all your love and affection into the kiss. Steve hums softly and his hands slide down your back and run around your hips. His tongue flicks out, running over your top lip as it coaxes your mouth open.
You moan softly. With your pregnancy hormones as out of control as they are, it doesn’t take much to get you on edge, and the passion in the kiss is all it takes. You break the kiss, ghosting your lips along his jaw and nipping at his earlobe.
“Steve,” you whisper. “I want you.”
Steve hums, sliding his hands down to your ass and massaging it. “I think I can handle that,” he teases.
You attempt to grind on his thigh, but your baby belly makes it a little awkward. You whine needily and Steve chuckles. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he assures you. “I’ve got you.”
He slowly turns you, his hands caressing your body as his lips trail over your neck and collar bone, when your back is flush against him, he inches your skirt up and slips his hand into your panties. His fingers run up and down your folds, making that warm buzz you were already feeling grow and spread out through you. As he begins to focus on your clit, your cunt begins to drip, moisture seeping from within you, soaking your panties.
Steve’s lips only leave your neck when he guides you forward, putting your hands on the dresser to stabilize yourself as he crouches behind you and pulls your panties down to your knees. He kisses the inside of your thighs and grazes his teeth along your soft flesh. You shudder and your scalp prickles, every one of your senses seems to go on high alert.
As Steve stands and unfastens his pants, you bend over more and push your ass out against him. He grips your thigh and leans over you, kissing the back of your neck and nipping at your earlobe. “Ready?” He half growls.
“God…” you moan. “Yes, Steve. Fuck me.”
He lines himself up and with a hard snap of his hips, he sinks into you. You gasp and your hands tighten, gripping the edge of the chest of drawers. He begins thrusting into you slowly and running his hands along your shoulders and down your arms. You watch as his large hands slide down your forearms and over your hands, engulfing them before he links his fingers with yours. You moan as you watch the tendons flex in his wrists, and you clench your core muscles, tightening around his shaft.
Steve groans softly and begins to fuck you harder. Each thrust pushes deeper in you and you hold onto him for dear life as he brings you apart. Your breathing becomes labored and your mind goes fuzzy. All you are is the pleasure surging through you that building in your gut and threatening to break you apart.
He lets your hand go and slips his hand between your legs. He rubs your clit quickly, and it’s all you can do to stay on your feet as your orgasm crashes through you. “Fuck, yes, Steve!” You cry as all your muscles seize up.
Steve keeps thrusting as he chases his own release, and just as you begin to come down from your orgasm, his hits and he jerks into you, releasing in short bursts.
“Mmm… I needed that,” you hum.
“Me too,” Steve says, slipping from within you. “I feel like I’ve been holding back from showing you how I feel about you because I was scared of it pushing you away.”
You turn to face him and cradle his jaw. “I’m still here. And I love you.”
He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling and he leans in and kisses you lovingly and you can’t help but feel much more hopeful about things to come.
The declaration of love is that last missing piece to save the relationship so that you become a couple and not just two people who are trapped with each other because you’re having a child together. Things became more relaxed and the dates became less formal. Steve ends up letting FRIDAY know you are allowed full access to his apartment at any time of the day or night even if he isn’t there, and you give him a key to your place. Your apartment starts to become littered with his things, and he has a drawer and a toothbrush at his place for you, ready for any sleepovers.
It isn’t long until there are more nights spent sleeping together than alone and you start picturing the two of you living together and raising this child as a single-family unit.
The pregnancy progresses well, with you in good health and a baby that likes to kick a lot. One of Steve’s favorite things to do is sit with you watching old movies as he keeps a hand pressed on your stomach to feel the baby’s kicks. Some nights he reads to her and it makes you imagine him with her after she’s born and how loving he’ll be as a dad.
You’re asleep when you go into labor. Thankfully Steve is in bed with you, so when that first painful cramp pulls you out of your dreams and you sit up groaning, he shoots up beside you like there has been an earthquake.
“What is it?” He asks, blinking around the darkened room.
“Hurts,” you say, feeling around the bed to find you’ve been sleeping in a puddle. “Oh - Steve. I think my water broke.”
“It’s time?” Steve asks, jumping out of bed. “What do we need to do.”
You roll out of the bed and look around. “We need to time them, then call the hospital to see what to do.”
“Okay. Okay,” Steve says, letting out a breath. He looks at you and you see the smile on his face in the still darkened room. “She’s coming.”
“She is,” you say. “Can you change the sheets and I’ll have a shower.”
“I can do that,” he says.
You head to the bathroom and turn back to him. “And start the timer.”
It’s several hours before your labor progresses enough to take you into hospital. Steve is the exact kind of person that anyone would want to be their birthing partner. He is calm and takes your pain-ridden abuse without complaint. He is good at reading you and quick to act to your request - always there with ice chips and back rubs, and a cool compress for your head.
Giving birth is hard either way and by the time she’s crowning you’re naked and on all fours, completely exhausted and covered in sweat.
“That’s it. Just one more push,” the midwife says. You breathe heavily and grip Steve’s hand with all your might.
“I can’t,” you complain.
“Can’t go back now,” the midwife says. “Come on now. You can do this. This bit is easy compared to the head.”
You bear down with all your might, and her body slips from you. She starts crying immediately, the sounds filling the room. “Here’s your little girl,” the midwife says, lifting her up. “Did you want to cut the cord, dad?”
“Oh,” Steve says, looking a little startled. “Yes.”
He moves forward and when they clamp the cord he uses the scissors to cut the thick cord connecting your daughter to you. She’s placed on your chest and you relax back, looking down at your daughter. “You did it, honey,” Steve says, kissing your forehead. “You’re a mommy.”
You smile feeling dazed, exhausted, and a little elated. “I can’t believe it.”
He runs a thumb over the chubby leg of his daughter and looks down at you. “You don’t have to say yes, right now. In fact, I don’t want you to. You’re too tired and too much is happening. But I want you to move in with me. I want to do this together.”
You nod sleepily. It is too big a decision to make right now, but the fact he offered makes you feel warm inside. This is the start of a whole new story for you, and you’re glad you have Steve at your side.
Can I please have a story where it's villian Iron man, who is banging hero Captian America, leader of the Avengers on the side.
Then they somehow become parents and now battles between the Avengers and Iron man also child drop offs between Steve and Tony.
The Avengers being confused because Iron man is a villain, but also a great parent??? Tony has their kid most of the time because he doesn't like them being so close to SHIELD so Steve gets weekends and every other holiday. Steve doesn't even blink anymore when Tony randomly shows up in his room, for any reason.
Please, I want the hilarious interactions of enemies to coparents to lovers.