request: I would like to request a little scrabble ;) if you are free :) i had a root treatment just an hour ago (it’s almost 12am in austria )and didn’t sleep very well tonight Sooo i would like to see how you think chris would treat you in this situation :) i mean… his father is a dentist after all… and i am absolutely horrified of dentists
pairing: chris evans x reader
warning: some cursing but pure fluff :]
a/n: omg i hope you recover alright! but same i hate the dentist too :// i hope u enjoy this though
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when you found out that you had to get some teeth work done after your yearly visit to the dentist, you were not happy to say the least
but with chris being the most amazing sweet boyfriend he is (and yes also having his father being a dentist) he knew exactly how to help you recover
when the procedure happened, chris was right beside you for support and of course took you home when you were all swollen and loopy post procedure
he’d help you into bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whined at how you hated the feeling of numbness from the drugs
“i know, honey, it’s really annoying but it’ll go away soon! want a wet rag? we can take a nap or something to kill time after”
you didn’t know what the fuck was in the shit the dentist used but you felt the urge to cry at how kind chris was. so there you were, crying
chris of course would be a little confused but also chuckling. “baby, why are you crying?”
“i - i dunno ith da shit they gawve meh” you said with the cotton still in your mouth. “i jus rweally wuv you”
“awwwe,” he cooed, chris’ smile so big at how cute you were, pressing a kiss on each of your swollen cheeks. “i really love you too, silly”
the rest the day chris would help you change out your cotton thingys in your mouth, get you ice packs, and feed you ice cream
if he maybe had a question on how to help you if your soreness wasn’t going away he’d call home, asking for any suggestions from his dad that he didn’t already try from his own dental experiences growing up
but in general chris just would your little nurse for the day or two as you recovered because he couldn’t bare to see you in any pain n he loves u sm
WARNINGS:signs of depression, severe anxiety disorder, SUICIDE
A/N: Please contact me if you have any kind of problems or need help.
She tried to take deep breaths, holding onto the wall, trying to stop her hands from shaking. It was one of those moments where she stopped pretending, she wasn’t who she was portraying; a hero; a powerful member of the Avengers who always stood strong.
She was used to bad days. She knew loss, grief, dark days; she used to think she could overcome it all, it would all be okay with time. Time had been the cure for every single disappointment, or a sadness she had in her life. She had learned to heal, and to be strong with time. But she also learned that some days could be unbearable by the hard way.
Those days, were now more than just ‘bad days’. They had became her weeks, months…now her whole life.
Pain changed people and now, she was not who she used to be. She had started to realize that she couldn’t take what it takes to be a hero. All her friends, her family were heroes. They were strong. They knew how to live with pain, regret, sarrow, grief, loss…She felt like the weakest one in the team, she knew would make mistakes others had to pick up after her. She thought that she was a burden, everyone’s lives would be better off without her. And living with that thought, made her life unbearable. She had started to wake up every morning trying so hard to make it out of bed, and sometimes she didn’t.
She didn’t want anyone to know how she felt, because she was ashamed. So she always put on a mask, did her best to look as happy as she never could be.
When she felt like she couldn’t breathe, she stumbled into the terrace. She could feel her knees shaking, she just sat down on the floor, trying to stop her whole body from shaking.
What is wrong with me?
At first,it got harder to breath but she tried to stay calm, then she felt the air in her lungs, relaxing her in each breath.
Okay, there you go, you’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine….
It was not her first time experiencing a severe anxiety attack. She got up slowly, walking around the terrace, trying to make herself forget about the pain by watching the beautiful view of the city from the tower. She unconsciously walked over to the edge, just to look down. It was too high, she had trouble seeing the street. She thought that it would be impossible to survive if she fell. She had thought about death before, but not like this. She had gotten to the point where she started considering it. She stepped up on the edge, feeling the wind, looking down; trying to see the ground clearly.
It would make things easier, for everybody. She thought.
“Sir, I think you would want to see this.” FRIDAY spoke to Tony as he was down his lab, buried deep in work.
“No just-“ When Tony looked up on the screen, he was shocked; paralyzed. It was (Y/N), standing by the edge, looking down on the ground. His brain froze for a moment, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Was she…considering to take her life?
He immediately ran out of his lab, straight up to the terrace. When the others saw him rushing outside, they ran after him, figuring out that something was wrong.
“Oh my god.” Natasha breathed out in shock when she saw her.
“(Y/N)!” Steve called out for her, they walked towards her until she turned to face them.
“DON’T!” She shouted, and they all froze in their places in panic.
“(Y/N)-“ Tony tried to speak, taking a step closer but she wouldn’t allow him.
“D-don’t move!”
“Okay- hey, let’s just calm down for a moment, okay?” Natasha said with a low, calm voice.
(Y/N) was now in tears, she didn’t even know when she did start crying.
Steve got so scared he didn’t know what to say, he tried pulling himself together, “J-just hear us out, okay?”
“Whatever is it that you’re going through, we can do it together…” Tony said, speaking too fast because (Y/N) was still looking down on the ground, scaring the hell out of him.
“Sweetheart,” Clint called out to her, adding; “This is not, this can not be the option.”
“You can’t leave us like this.” Wanda said, followed by Natasha: “You wouldn’t be the only one taking the hit, you know?”
“And you don’t have fight whatever it is, alone. We’re here-“
“You-you can’t fix this! Okay? There is n-nothing to stop it, I-I can’t keep waking every morning, feeling like a burden to all of you!”
“W-what? A burden? Do you have any idea, how fucking lost we would be without you?” Tony asked, raising his voice.
(Y/N) was like the glue holding the group together. She saw the good in everyone and brought out the best of them. She taught them how to be friends, family. She used to be a cheerful, hopeful girl filled with laughter, joy.
But it wasn’t the same anymore.
“Tony-“
“If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be living together at all.” Steve said.
“You are the reason we stand together, more than a team.” Wanda added, taking a step closer.
“A family.” Thor said, he had realized how important each member of the team got for him lately, they had became something else.
“And you need a reason to live? It’s family.” Tony said, even stepping closer.
She took a step closer to them to, even though she still was crying, and shaking in panic. Steve noticed her getting farther off the edge, so he took it as an advantage, and moved fast to grab her by the arm. Steve’s sudden move made her stumble backwards in fear, when she almost lost her balance, she tried to stand still by opening her arms; but it was too late. Her heel slipped, it all happend so fast she couldn’t function it. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell backwards into the darkness; Steve tried so hard to hold her hand, but only their fingertips met lightly.
Without any hesitation, Tony ran to the edge and jumped after her, everyone was so scared they ran up to the edge to see them.
Tony didn’t have his suit when he jumped, but he had to risk his suit not being fast enough. It was (Y/N). She was worth all the risks, he didn’t want to think how his life would be without her.
Tony’s suit met his body part by part in the air, when he was suited up fully, he flew faster to grab (Y/N). When they almost hit the ground, Tony held her in his arms in the last second before rising up high in the sky, landing back on the rooftop.
He kneeled down on the ground as he layed her down, checking for injuries. Everyone gathered around them, sitting down in a circle. (Y/N) was terrified; shaking so bad and hardly breathing.
“Hey, hey it’s alright. You’re safe.”
“Just breathe, (Y/N)- breathe…” They calmed her down slowly, than took her inside to get her a blanket and warm her up.
They sat by her, trying to talk to her, holding her until she stopped shaking. After a while her body shut down from that much stress and pain, she fell asleep on the couch and Steve carried her up to her room. They decided that they weren’t going to leave her alone, so they took turns. In the first night, Steve slept on her floor. The next night, it was Natasha who fell asleep right next to her. It went on and on no matter how bad she protested they didn’t have to. They talked to her, helped her, make her feel loved, safe.
It was hard; beating depression, believing life was worth living again. But being with them, it got easier. She started thinking time wasn’t the solution, or the cure. It’s family, she thought.
It took weeks, maybe months but she was better each day. They started to notice that she was smiling, laughing. She had good days, even though her bad ones. Time passed, and none of them left her side until she got through it all.
One morning, when they were walking towards the kitchen to have breakfast, Natasha heard her. She was cooking again, mumbling lyrics to some old rock song.
“Sssh!”
“Ssh what?” Steve whispered.
They all stood silent to hear her.
“She is singing again.” Tony smiled.
It used to be their tradition, (Y/N) would cook pancakes on sunday mornings. She loved to sing while doing so, they all remembered it.
They gave each other looks and small smiles, she was okay. She was better, and that was all that mattered; things could go back to the way it used to be.
They walked into the kitchen.
“Smells good in here!”
“You have no idea how much I missed your pancakes!”
(Y/N) watched them messing around, laughing as they started to help her make breakfast. It was that moment she knew; I’m okay…I’m home.
••••
a/n:please tell me what you think, I would love to hear them
Steve was constantly traveling. Doing shows in every major city in the US. He wrote when he could, and Y/N even got to go to a few of the shows. It took quite a bit of effort on her part to not laugh every time she saw him on that stage. She knew this was not what Steve had in mind when he was asked to help America win the war.
Y/N glanced at the today’s newspaper that laid on her bed. There was a picture of Steve in his costume, wearing an awkward smile and holding a crying baby. She couldn’t help but chuckle. Y/N finished packed her small bag and set it by the door. Tomorrow she was headed out to an army base where Steve was performing one of his shows. The Times was sending her to get some inside details about where the army is at in the war. She had just conveniently chosen the same weekend Steve would be there. Y/N had decided to surprise him, figured she might be able to cheer him up a bit.
“Oh God,” Y/N muttered watching Steve up the stage. Agent Carter shook her head in agreement. Steve was dying up there.
“Hey, Captain! Sign this!” A soldier shouted. He stood up, turned around, and pulled down his pants. The crowd laughed, both Y/N and Agent Carter cringed. They threw a couple of tomatoes a Steve, who held up his shield to protect himself. Steve sighed in defeat and marched off the stage as the showgirls walked on.
It had started to rain. Y/N pulled her coat closer as she made her way to the stage setup, where Steve sat on the steps talking to Agent Carter. As Y/N reached them Agent Carter stood and smiled at her.
“I’ll leave you two alone,”
Y/N nodded in thanks as Agent Carter walked away. She sat down beside Steve who kissed the top of her head.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”
“Was hoping to come cheer you up,” Y/N responded starring up at him. She would never get over how tall he was now. “You did well.”
“I sucked,” Steve grunted turning back to his notebook. Y/N noticed a drawing of a dancing monkey wearing a costume like Steve’s. “All I’ve ever wanted is to serve my country, travel. And when I finally get everything I wanted, I’m wearing tights.”
“At least your ass looks good.”
Steve laughed at that. The sounds of shouting and an ambulance interrupted him. They looked over to see injured men being brought into the hospital tent. “They look like they’ve been through hell.”
“These men more than most,” Y/N commented. “Agent Carter told me Schmitt sent out a force to Manzano. Two hundred men went in, and less than fifty returned. Your audience contained what was left of 107. The rest were killed or captured.”
“The 107?”
“What is it?” Y/N asked surprised.
“Come on!” Steve shouted tossing her coat to her and taking off.
“Colonel Phillips,” Steve spoke as they entered the tent. They walked over to the Colonel’s desk where Agent Carter stood beside him.
“Well, if it isn’t the Star-spangled man with a plan. What is your plan today?”
Y/N made a mental note to tease Steve about that later.
“I need the casualty list from Manzano.”
“You don’t get to give me orders son.”
“I just need one name, Sargent James Barnes from the 107th,” Steve asked.
Y/N bit back a gasp. How did she not realize it before!
“You and I are going to have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy,” Philips stated pointing at Y/N.
“I’m not revealing my source.” Y/N acknowledged. She would never throw Peggy under the bus, especially since she was Y/N’s top source for info.
“Please sir, just tell me if he’s alive. B, A, R- “
“I can spell,” The Colonel interrupted Steve. He stood up and began looking through a stack of papers. “I have signed more of these condolence letters than I would care to count, but, the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.”
Y/N blinked away her tears, this was no time to be emotional.
“What about the others?” Steve asked. “Are you planning a rescue mission?”
“Yeah, it’s called winning the war!” The Colonel exclaimed.
“But if you know where they are then why not- “
“They’re thirty miles behind the lines, in some of the most heavily fortified territories in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save. I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl.”
“I think I understand just fine.”
“Well, then understand it somewhere else,” Philips grunted before walking away. “If I read the poster correctly, you have someplace to be in thirty minutes.”
“Yes, sir, I do,” Steve stated before walking off.
Y/N glanced at the large map and then at Steve’s retreating form. “Oh, hell no!” She whispered before going after him with Peggy by her side.
“What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria?” Y/N asked entering the tent full of costumes. Steve was putting on his Captain America costume.
“If that what it takes.”
“You heard the Colonel, your friend is most likely dead,” Peggy spoke up.
“You don’t know that”
“Even so, he’s devising a strategy that takes- “
“By the time he’s done that it could be too late!” Steve exclaimed putting on his coat.
“Steve!” Y/N insisted running after him.
Steve threw his bag and shield into the back of a jeep.
“Y/N, you gotta let me do this.”
“Who said I was stopping you?”
Steve looked at his fiancé, feeling slightly surprised.
Y/N turned to Peggy, “Can you fly him?”
“No, but I know someone who can,” Peggy smirked and rushed off. “Be back in a minute!”
“What is- “
“I want a full detailed report when you get back. If anyone is putting this in the papers it will be me! You’ll be in the fighting in no time.”
Steve didn’t know what to say. “Y/N I- “
“If you die, I’ll kick your ass!” Y/N growled.
“You could get in a lot of trouble!”
“Oh please! I’m a reporter for the times! They can’t touch me.”
Steve stepped forward and cupped her face, kissing his girl. “Love you, darling.”
“Love you too, now go be a hero!
“You!”
Y/N looked up from her notepad to see the Colonel walking over.
“Where’s Rogers?”
“How should I know?”
“You’re his fiancé!”
“Fiancé, not his mother,” Y/N stated calmly.
Before the Colonel could respond they turned at the sound of an approaching jeep. Agent Carter and Howard Stark were in the front seat.
“Where is he!” Y/N shouted sprinting over. Peggy climbed out of the jeep and shook her head.
“Stayed in the air for as long as we could, but the plane sustained too much damage and Steve never contacted us.”
Y/N shook her head in disbelief, trying to hold back her tears. “Excuse me,” She whispered walking away. Peggy rushed over and walked with her.
“Y/N, I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s okay,” Y/N responded. “He died for something he believed in.”
“Do you know what he asked me?”
“What?”
“If Stark and I ever fondued?”
“You mean- “
Peggy nodded, quietly chuckling.
Y/N shook her head, “Classic Steve. Kindest man I know, but doesn’t know a thing about women!”
“You’re leaving?”
Y/N glanced at Peggy who stood in the doorway of her small tent. “It’s been three days. I need to go home and hand in my report. There’s nothing keeping me here.”
“Y/N, I’m so- “
“Don’t say you’re sorry.” Y/N ordered. “Everyone’s sorry, they’re always sorry when someone dies! Well, I’m not! Sad? Of course! But I could not be prouder of him. So, don’t you dare insult Steve’s memory by saying you’re sorry!”
Before Peggy could respond, they both stepped outside to find out what the commotion was all about. Men were running and shouting. Peggy and Y/N followed to see what they were going after. They reached the tent where the Colonel stood, looking at all his men lining both sides of the road. A large group of soldiers walked down the center of it. Steve Rogers was the one leading them. People shouted and cheered as Steve made his way over to the Colonel.
Steve gave a salute. “Some of these men need medical attention. I would like to surrender myself to disciplinary action.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Yes sir,” Steve answered, slightly surprised.
The colonel turned to Y/N, “Go kiss that stupid fiancé of yours.” He grunted before walking away.
Y/N smiled at Steve and stepped forward. Steve leaned down and kissed her. Causing a few whoops and cheers to come from the crowd.
“Alright! Move! I want to hug her too!”
Y/N quickly stepped back from Steve and rushed over to Bucky, hugging him as tightly as she could. “Glad to know you aren’t dead.”
“I thought you were supposed to take care of him for me!”
“He’s alive,” Y/N responded stepping back.
“After undergoing an experiment that turned him into a giant and then charging into enemy territory by himself!”
“Guys, I’m right here.”
“You know how he gets, stubborn as a bull.”
“I’m not a child!” Steve sighed in frustration. Bucky and Y/N laughed.
“Oh, and I owe you this!” Y/N punched Steve in the arm. She thought she actually saw him wince.
“Hey!”
“I thought you were dead!”
Steve reached into his pocket and brought out a broken transmitter. “Couldn’t call my ride!”
Y/N snatched the tiny thing from him and chucked it at his helmet. It shattered on impact.
“Hey, let’s hear it for Captain America!” Bucky exclaimed. The crowd cheered in agreement. People clapped Steve on the back and congratulated him.
A few days later Y/N headed back to New York and Steve went on to fight in the war. Y/N’s boss was ecstatic when he read her report. A firsthand account from Captain America himself on how he saved those men was good enough for the front page!
It was a few weeks later when Y/N received a letter from Steve saying he’d be back home for a few days and asked her to meet him. She, of course, chose to wear her red dress and even put on a little more makeup than she usually did.
Upon walking into the bar, some men who were singing loudly quickly calmed down at the sight of her. Y/N walked into the next room where Bucky and Steve sat at the bar. Steve quickly got up and walked over to her, giving her a peck on the lips.
“Hey, Darling,”
“Hey,” She smiled at Steve and then turned to Bucky who kissed her on the cheek.
“Glad you could make it Y/N!”
The three ordered some drinks and sat down at a table. They talked, laughed, and told stories. It was like how it was before the war. If Y/N blocked out the drunk singers and music she could almost imagine they were back at Joe’s.
“So! When do you two plan on tying the knot?” Bucky demanded.
“After the war.”
Bucky looked at Steve in shock. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Why?”
“After the war? Who knows how long this thing could last! Not to mention the chances of us surviving it!”
“Bucky!” Steve growled.
“I’m perfectly fine with waiting, Bucky so stop your worrying.” Y/N insisted.
Steve nodded in agreement, though Y/N could tell Bucky’s words had gotten to him.
They had a few more drinks and told a couple more stories before saying goodnight to everyone. Steve, of course, insisted on walked Y/N home.
“Are you really okay with waiting?” Steve asked as they made their way down the sidewalk.
“Yes, if you want to wait till after the war, then we can wait.”
Steve nodded but did not respond. Y/N could tell he was thinking hard about this. “Maybe, we could, at least, go to the court and get it done. You know? Just so you could get the benefits if something does- “
“Absolutely not!” Y/N exclaimed stopping in her tracks.
“I’m not marrying you just, so I can get a little help if you die! I will marry you because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I will do so when our friends and family can be there, and you can come home!”
Steve nodded and took her hand in his. “I’m sorry darling,”
“All is forgotten,” Y/N muttered kissing Steve’s cheek before they started to walk again.
Steve left the next morning to head off to a meeting he had with Stark, promising he would come back later that evening. Y/N spent her day in the office working on her next article.
She arrived at her home to find Steve sitting on her couch with his head in her hands. “Bad day?”
“I have to tell you something,”
His tone made Y/N stop what she was doing and sit down beside him. “What happened?”
“I… I was waiting for Mr. Stark while he was finishing up a meeting with Colonel Philips… And his secretary was sitting there, and she kept talking me being a hero and how I saved those men, and how thankful their wives must be and…”
“And?”
“Y/N she kissed me!” Steve exclaimed. “She kissed me, but I swear I didn’t kiss back and, and I…. wait, why are you laughing?”
Y/N waved her hand as she tried to calm herself down but only ended up laughing harder. She finally calmed herself down and took a deep breath. “Steve, I’m not mad!”
“Obviously, why is this so funny! I- “
“You didn’t cheat,” Y/N interrupted. “Some crazy fan kissed you, that’s all.” Y/N giggled. “If I got mad about every girl who tried to make a move on you I’d go crazy! Besides, I’m the girl who gets to have you come home to her. I’ve got nothing to be jealous of.”
“Could you tell Agent Carter that? Because she shot at me because she thinks I’m cheating on you.”
Y/N began laughing again. “I’ll talk to her.”
Steve smiled and leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re the best darling,”
“I know,” Y/N giggled making Steve roll his eyes.
Steve left a week later to head to the war with the team he had assembled. Y/N once again poured herself into her work, though her bosses weren’t complaining about it. She was quickly climbing the food chain of journalism! Following leads that took her all over the world. She saw the chaos in Europe and even narrowly escaped Austria as Hitler’s men took over the country. Steve wrote when he good, but he was usually off on some mission he couldn’t tell Y/N about and she was usually following a lead that had details she could not share. She hated the secrets between them but knew it was for the best. After all, they were both doing what they loved so how could she complain?
Peggy visited Y/N occasionally. Sharing stories and bringing trinkets Steve had sent from his travels. Everything was going well until there was a knock-on Y/N’s door one early morning.
“Peggy?” Y/N groaned rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Peggy’s tone instantly grabbed Y/N’s attention.
“Come inside,” The two women headed inside the small home and sat down in the living room. “Now, what is it?”
Peggy took a deep breath, “There is no easy way to tell you this, but, Sargent Barnes is dead.”
Y/N gasped in horror, “No! It can’t be true!” She exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N, it happened during a mission.”
“What about Steve?”
“He made it back. In fact, he’s currently in London. I came to tell you in person, so, that I may ask you to come back with me. You could tell your boss you’re going on another assignment, I just need you to come talk to Steve. I know you are dealing with your own grief but, he needs you!” Peggy pleaded.
Y/N wiped away her tears and took a shaky breath. She had to be strong, for Steve. “Let me go pack.”
They left Y/N’s home fifteen minutes later and boarded a plane to London. Y/N had made sure to send a message to work, letting them know she was headed to London to follow an important lead she had found. Hours later they arrived late at night. Took them a while to figure out where Steve was, but they finally learned he was hiding out in an area of the city that had been evacuated due to the bombing.
Y/N walked through the rubble to a destroyed bar. She stepped over large pieces of rock and entered the building through a large hole in the wall. Y/N walked further into the building and found Steve sitting at the table, with a bottle and glass before him.
Steve looked up at the sound of her footsteps but did not seem that all surprised to see his fiancé. “Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing.” Steve poured himself a drink as he spoke. “Which means, um, I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?”
Y/N walked over and stood in front of him. It was obvious he had been crying for hours. “I did read about how your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person,” Y/N picked up a chair and then sat down. “Dr. Erskine wrote that he did think that could be one of the side effects.”
Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. How do you comfort someone who just lost their best friend? That’s the thing, you can’t. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Steve scoffed, “Did you read the report?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know that’s not true.”
“You did everything you could,” Y/N spoke softly. “Did you believe in Bucky? Did you respect him? No need to answer because we both know you did, and because of that you need to stop blaming yourself. Allow Bucky the dignity of his choice. He damn well thought you were worth it!”
“I’m going after Schmidt. And I won’t stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”
“I would be disappointed if you did anything less.” Y/N slightly smiled and reached across the table, taking Steve’s hand in hers. “But you won’t have to do it alone.”
Steve looked at her with more sadness in his eyes then Y/N had seen in her whole life. She then realized why Peggy had been so determined to get her here. Because she knew Steve wouldn’t have felt free to be this vulnerable with anyone else.
“I’ll be back soon,”
“I know.”
“Darling, I’m going to be fine.”
“I know,” Y/N answered again, her voice showing no emotion. After arriving back at base, Steve was pulled into an emergency meeting and was heading out on an emergency mission he could tell Y/N nothing about. Y/N was terrified and Steve knew it.
Steve sighed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing their foreheads together. “You know why I’m so sure I’ll come back?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll kick your ass?”
Steve chuckled, “Because, when I get back we are going to get married.”
“But I thought we were- “
“No more waiting. I love you and I want you to be my wife. We don’t know when this war will end, but I know I can make it through this with you by my side.”
Y/N smiled up at him and stood on her tip toes, so she could kiss him. “I love you too,” She whispered against his lips. “Still not used to how tall you are though.”
Steve threw his head back in laughter.
“Come in, this is Captain Rogers! Do you read me?” Steve’s voice came in through the intercoms.
“Captain Roger’s what is your- “
“Steve is that you? Are you alright?” Peggy asked pushing the man aside. She sat down in front of the mike.
“Peggy, Schmidt’s dead!”
“What about the plane?”
“That’s a little tougher to explain,” Steve answered.
“Give me your coordinates. I’ll find you a safe landing site.”
“There’s not going to be a safe landing, but I can try and force it down.”
Peggy bit her lip, trying to come up with a solution. “I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.”
“There’s no time. This thing is moving fast, and it’s headed for New York.” Steve explained. “I gotta put her in the water.”
“Please, don’t do this. We have time. We can work it out.” Peggy pleaded, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Right now, I’m out in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are going to die. I have to do this.” Steve reached into his pocket and took out his compass and set it up before him. A small picture of Y/N was inside it. “Peggy?”
“I’m here.”
“I need you tell Y/N I’m gonna be late to the courthouse.”
“I’ll tell her,” Peggy whispered.
“Tell her this was my choice, she’ll understand.”
“Okay.”
“Tell her she can wear her red dress if she wants. She was never much of a fan of white any- “
Static came across the air. “Steve?” Peggy whispered. “Steve!” She exclaimed, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
Y/N paced in her small room she had been staying in. She had been up all night, hoping to hear word from someone! But nothing had come. Y/N froze at the sound of someone knocking and rushed to the door.
“Yes?”
“Colonel Philips would like to see you in his office.” The soldier explained.
Y/N nodded and quickly grabbed her coat.
“Colonel,” Y/N spoke upon entering the small office. The Colonel sat behind his desk with a grave look on his face. Peggy sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, Y/N sat in the one beside her. “What’s this about? Where’s Steve?”
“Our goal for this mission was to take down Schmidt’s plan once and for all. He had a plane, that had bombs for major cities all over the world,” The Colonel began. “Captain Rogers was able to get on the plane before it took off and take control. But, he then realized there was no way to land the plane. And it’s first stop, New York, was getting close.”
“No,” Y/N whispered. Peggy reached over and grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing it hard.
“Captain Rogers made the decision to put the plane in the water, we have no reason to believe he survived. Captain Rogers died so thousands could live. Your finance is a hero.”
“Oh, don’t I know it,” Y/N scoffed tears rolling down her cheeks. He said he would come back, but Y/N had a feeling this mission was going to be different.
“He said to tell you that this was his choice,” Peggy whispered. “And that you would understand.”
Y/N closed her eyes, no longer able to hold the pain back. As she began to sob, Peggy stood up wrapped her arms around Y/N. Colonel Philips quietly left the room to give Y/N some privacy.
“He promised he’d come home,” Y/N sobbed. “He said we were going to get married.”
“I know,” Peggy whispered trying to soothe her friend. But how do you comfort someone who just lost the love of their life? That’s the thing, you can’t.
Steve couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he approached the familiar home in Brooklyn. The battle of New York had only been a few weeks ago, but when Nick Fury approached Steve with a file containing a name he knew all too well, Steve nearly cried with joy.
Steve’s breathing was shaky as he rang the doorbell. A nurse opened the door.
“Hello, how can I help you?”
“I’m a, um, old friend of Miss Y/L/N’s. I was wondering if I could see her?”
The nurse smiled, “You picked a good day. She’s been getting worse and we aren’t sure how much longer she has, but she seems to be doing well today.” The nurse held the door open wider so Steve could step inside.
The house had barely changed. There were some photos on the walls that hadn’t been there before, and there were more books and records in the living room. Steve followed the nurse up the stairs and down a hallway he knew like the back of his hand.
“Y/N, you have a visitor,” The nurse spoke softly as they entered the bedroom.
Steve had not known what to expect, but when he saw her laying there, it was like nothing had changed. Her skin may have had wrinkles and her hair was now grey, but somehow, she didn’t seem different to him.
“Y/N,” Steve whispered sitting down in the chair beside her bed.
“I’ll leave you be,” The nurse said before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
Steve took Y/N’s hand in his, not sure what he should say. “They found me frozen in the ice, not sure how I survived, to be honest. I also just fought an army of aliens. Bet you would have written a good article about that,” Steve chuckled, with no real emotion in his tone.
“I’m… I’m sorry I missed the wedding.” Steve whispered, running his thumb over the dainty engagement ring he had given her all those years ago. “Would have loved to see you in that red dress one more time…”
Steve glanced up at the heart monitor as it continued to beep. The sound of a ventilator filled the room, as it breathed for Y/N. Steve had read about the car accident that had only happened two months before he had woken up. How she had been put on life support and that Fury had decided to personally pay to keep her alive so Steve may be able to say goodbye. But he didn’t want this to be goodbye.
“Y/N,” Steve croaked, struggling to hold back his tears. “Come on darling, just open your eyes for me, just this once.”
But Y/N did not move.
“Please Y/N,” Steve cried. “Please…”
Nothing changed. The heart monitor stayed the same. The machines continued to breathe for his love.
Y/N Y/L/N was a simple girl who lived a not so extraordinary life. She was not a well-known journalist who wrote famous articles. She made the front page only once. She didn’t have any family, never got married or had children. But, she meant the world to someone. Once.
“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called as Bill left the diner. He had been coming there for his lunch break every day for the past five years. Regulars were Y/N’s favorite customers. It was always nice to see friends come in. Y/N cleaned the table and took the dishes to the back before heading back out to the other customers.
“Hey, doll!”
Y/N turned and rolled her eyes, “Bucky Barnes, you know not to call me that!”
Bucky just chuckled and gave Y/N a peck on the cheek. “How are you, Y/N?”
“I’m doing good, and you?”
“Great! Sent in my application for the army today, so hoping I’ll hear from them soon.”
Y/N nodded as he spoke, doing your best to hide her fear. Y/N was proud of Bucky, of course, but that did not stop her from fearing for her friend’s safety.
“Hey, do you have any plans tonight?”
Y/N stopped cleaning and looked at Bucky placing a hand on her hip. “We’ve been down this road, I’m not- “
“No no! Not asking you out for me!”
“What?”
“I’m going to a party tonight and my friend needs a date. He’d be perfect for you!” Bucky exclaimed.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “We’ve been down this road as well. I said no more blind dates!”
“Oh, come on Y/N! This is the last one I swear! He’s my best friend! Do you think I’d be best friends with a jerk?”
“You are a jerk,” Y/N muttered, making Bucky chuckled.
“Well, he’s not. He’s one of those humble, shy guys. You’ll like him, I promise!”
“I haven’t said yes yet!”
“Party is at 7! We’ll pick you up at 6:45!”
“At least tell me his name!”
“It’s Steve!” Bucky called as he left the diner.
Y/N let out a sigh in frustration, praying she wouldn’t regret this.
Y/N checked her makeup in the mirror one last time, admiring her light blue dress and black heels. Before she could do anything, else there was a knock at the door.
Bucky whistled when Y/N opened the door and she rolled you rolled your eyes. Beside him stood a man you had never met before. He was barely an inch taller than Y/N, skinny, with blond hair and blue eyes. Then there was Bucky’s date, a pretty brunette with her arm linked with his.
“Hey, sweetheart!”
“I told you to stop with the pet names!” Y/N chuckled making Bucky smile. She turned to the other man, “You must be Steve, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N” The two shook hands.
“If you two don’t kiss by the end of the night I’ll be disappointed!”
“And if you don’t kiss Sally by the end of the night she’ll be disappointed!” Steve shot back making Sally blush.
“Let’s just go,” Y/N chuckled. The boys nodded in agreement and the group headed off.
The party was at a friend’s house not too far away, which you were thankful for since Y/N was walking in heels. Bucky walked with his date in front of you and Steve, Y/N could hear her giggle as Bucky told a joke.
“So, how long have you known Bucky?”
“Since we were kids, been best friends all our lives,” Steve answered. “What about you? How did you two meet?”
“He spilled coffee on me at the diner” Y/N quietly laughed at the memory.
“Oh yeah! He mentioned you worked at Joe’s. How long have you been a waitress?”
“Five years now.”
“Do you like it?” Steve asked.
“It pays the bills, but I certainly don’t wanna work there for the rest of my life.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to be a journalist, but you know how hard it can be for a woman to get anywhere in life.” Y/N muttered.
“What would you want to write about?”
“Anything, honestly. Anything that allows me to travel. What about you? What do you want to do?”
“I want to join the army,” Steve answered.
“That’s an admirable thing, have you applied?”
“I have but, I was turned down for… reasons.”
Y/N nodded, deciding it was better not to push the subject. They arrived at the party before Steve and Y/N could continue the conversation.
Music played loudly, people drank, and couples danced. Y/N had lost Bucky and his date in the crowd and Steve had seemed to disappear. She leaned against the wall and watched the people around her. Y/N was perfectly content to people watch until someone decided to disturb her.
“Hey there sweetheart”
“I’m not your sweetheart” Y/N muttered to the drunk stranger, but he didn’t seem to hear her.
“Wanna dance?” He placed a hand on her hip that Y/N quickly pushed away.
“No thanks,” She moved to walk away but he grabbed her wrist.
“Oh, come on doll, I promise to show you a real good time” he whispered in her ear making her cringe.
“I said, no!” Y/N tried to shove him off, but he wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, the man was pulled off her and Steve was standing between the two of you.
“I believe she said no.”
“Mind your own business!” The man growled.
“Leave her alone!” Steve demanded sizing the man up or at least trying to. He was a good foot taller than Steve.
“Steve, can you walk me home? Please?” Y/N whispered in his ear, trying to stop this from becoming a fight.
Steve glanced at the man one last time before nodding and leading Y/N outside.
“Thank you, for saving me,” Y/N said quietly as the two walked down the sidewalk.
“Wouldn’t have to save you if I hadn’t disappeared, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not! I was just so nervous and was afraid of screwing this date up that it took a ten-minute pep talk from Bucky to get me to find you.”
Y/N slightly smiled at his words. “Well,” you looped your arm through his as you spoke. “I’m glad my hero decided to come to the rescue.” She could see a small blush appear on his cheeks at your words.
“Seems I messed up the date anyways, barely got to know you.”
“I wouldn’t mind a second try.”
Steve looked at Y/N surprised. “You mean, you’d like to go on another date with me?”
“If you’re asking, then yes” She giggled. Steve’s face broke out into wide grin.
“I’d like that very much Y/N” He answered as you two stopped. Y/N now stood in front of her front door. “Would Tuesday work?”
“Tuesday’s perfect” Y/N stepped closer and gave Steve a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight hero.”
Steve stood outside Y/N’s door a for a few moments after she had already gone inside. “Goodnight,” he whispered, touching the place where her lips had just been.
Y/N looked up from the register at the sound of the door opening and smiled.
“Hey cookie,” Steve walked over and pecked her on the lips.
“Told you not to call me that!” Y/N giggled. Steve rolled his eyes.
“Right. So, how’s your day going?”
“Alright, tips are low today, but Billy said his wife is pregnant!”
“Make sure to give them my congratulations”
“I will,” Y/N assured. “So, what did I do to earn this unexpected visit?”
“Can’t a man visit his girl while she’s at work?” Steve walked around the counter and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“He sure can,” Y/N smiled up at him as his nose brushed hers. Thank God Joe had gone on an errand!
“Hey, love birds!” The couple groaned and stepped away from each other making Bucky chuckle.
“Now, this was an unexpected visit I could do without.”
“Oh hush! You love me!”
Y/N just smiled and shook her head.
“Hey! we should go dancing tonight!”
“Bucky, you always wanna go out!” Steve chuckled.
“Yeah, but you two never come! Come on! It’ll be fun!”
“I’d be up for some dancing.”
Steve looked at Y/N a little surprised. “Seriously?”
“Yeah! Come on! Bucky’s right, we haven’t gone dancing in ages” Y/N pleaded.
Steve sighed in defeat, “Fine.”
Y/N let out a squeal and hugged Steve who laughed.
Y/N was putting on her lipstick when there was a knock at the door. She slipped on her shoes and walked over.
“Right on time!” She exclaimed opening the door. Steve’s smile widened at the sight of his girl. Y/N was wearing a red dress, which was Steve’s favorite, that she had worn on their first date. Well, it had really been their second date but since the first one didn’t go so well they considered the second one to be their do-over.
“You beautiful,” Steve whispered kissing her cheek. Y/N linked her arm with Steve’s as he waved a cab over.
“You made it!” Bucky exclaimed waving his two friends over. He hugged Steve and kissed Y/N on the cheek. She ordered some drinks and started up a conversation with Bucky’s date while Steve talked with the guys.
“Oh, I love this song!” Karen, Bucky’s date, exclaimed. Bucky held out his hand and they made their way towards the dance floor.
Steve smiled at Y/N and raised his eyebrow. “May I have this dance?” He asked dramatically making her giggle.
“You may,” Y/N did a little curtsy and took Steve’s hand. The two spun around on the dance floor. Laughing and joking as they tripped and stepped on each other’s twos once or twice.
The band started to play a slow song and Steve pulled his date close. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the smell of his cologne. Steve kissed Y/N’s forehead and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“Can I ask you something?” He whispered.
“Sure,”
“Why don’t you like pet names? Like Baby or sweetheart.”
“I just don’t like them. They sound so fake to me you know? Those are things guys call out to girls to their attention. Doesn’t sound very endearing to me.” Y/N explained. Steve hummed in response.
“What about darling?”
She looked up at Steve in confusion. “What?”
“Can I call you darling?” He asked. “Don’t hear guys shouting that one too often.”
Y/N smiled, “Darling… I like it!”
Steve chuckled and kissed her nose. “My darling.”
Y/N checked herself in the mirror for the hundredth time, making sure everything was okay with her appearance. “Well, either I leave now or risk being late,” She muttered to herself. Y/N grabbed her bag and headed outside, looking for a taxi.
“You’re late,” Joe stated as Y/N entered the diner. She hung up her hat and coat.
“I’m sorry, I had an… appointment that went longer than I expected.” Y/N apologized as she tied on her apron. Joe leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, giving her a knowing look.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“How did the interview go!”
“How did you- “
“I’ve known you for five years, did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?” He chuckled.
Y/N smiled and shook her head. “Well… I got the job!”
Joe let out a shout of joy and hugged her. “That’s amazing! Wait till I tell Hellen! Your dad would have been so proud!”
Joe and Y/N’s father had been old war buddies before her father died a few years ago. He had worked as a journalist after leaving the army and after growing up hearing her father’s stories and travels Y/N were eager to follow in his footsteps.
“Have you told Steve?”
“Not yet, I never even mentioned the interview because I didn’t want to get his hopes up” Y/N explained. “Not to mention if I get assigned closer to the war, I know he’ll worry out of his mind!”
“Would the New York Times send a woman so close to danger?”
“They like what I write, and the boss says I’ve got the ambition and smarts to survive out there. Besides, you know how I am, I like to be where the action is.”
Jo chuckled at Y/N’s words. “Just like your father…” He muttered. “You should tell Steve soon though, with the way he’s been talking, he may be asking a pretty important question soon.”
Y/N bit her lip and could feel herself begin to blush. The two had talked about getting married of course, and maybe even the possibility of kids being in their future. But Steve still wanted to join the army and, so it seemed he would not propose till the war ended. At least, that’s how it seemed to Y/N.
“I’ll tell him tonight. We’re going to the Stark Expo with Bucky and then dancing later. It’s his last night before getting shipped off so we wanted to make it special.” Y/N answered. Bucky had gotten his papers a few days ago. She had of course been happy for Bucky, but could not the fear that filled her chest every time she thought of Bucky out on the front.
“Ah! There she is!” Bucky exclaimed as Y/N approached. “Fashionably late as always!”
Y/N laughed, “Sorry, had to help Joe with the cleaning tonight.”
Steve smiled and pecked you on the lips. “Glad you could make it, darling.”
“Me too,” Y/N gave Karen a hug and Bucky a kiss on the cheek. “Look who’s looking smart in his uniform!”
Bucky stood up straight and did a salute making the girls giggle. “Now come on! Or we’ll miss the show!”
Y/N took Steve’s hand in hers as they started to head towards the stage. “I have some news to tell you later.”
Steve glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, but Y/N just smiled.
The group walked around looking at the different displays before making their way towards the stage as the music began to play. Steve offered Y/N a peanut which she gladly took. The crowd clapped as Howard Stark walked onto the stage, kissing one of his showgirls before taking the mic from her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even half to touch the ground, at all?”
The showgirls removed the tires from the car that sat on stage.
“With Stark Gravitic Reversion Technology, you’ll be able to do just that.” Stark turned on a knob on the small panel before him and pushed a lever up.
“Holy cow,” Bucky whispered at the sight of the car rising into the air. There was a spark and a loud bang as the car came crashing down onto the stage.
“I did say a few years didn’t eye?” Stark commented making the crowd chuckle as they clapped.
“Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat our girls to- “but Bucky stopped when saw Steve was no longer there. Y/N sighed, already knowing where he had run off too.
“Why does he keep doing this?” Karen muttered. Her and Y/N stood by a street light watching Steve and Bucky argue outside the office where you could apply to join the army.
“Because he’s a hero” Y/N groaned shaking her head. She admired Steve’s integrity and perseverance to join the war. He had all the right reasons too. But it didn’t prevent her heart from stopping every time Steve mentioned he had applied or the sleepless nights she had spent worrying about him.
Bucky turned to walk away, and Y/N heard Steve shout something about not winning the war. Bucky turned back to Steve, gave him a salute and walked back to the girls.
“He’s doing it again,” Y/N stated. Bucky nodded.
“Do you wanna come dancing with us?”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll wait for him.”
“We can wait with you if you want,” Karen offered. Y/N smiled and shook her head.
“You two go have fun, make sure to show Bucky a good time!”
Bucky smiled and hugged Y/N. He kissed her cheek before pulling away. “You take care of him for me.”
“And you come home in one piece!” Y/N responded squeezing his hand. She hugged Karen and then watched as Karen and Bucky walked off.
Y/N walked over to a bench outside the building and sat down. It was going to be a long night.
“Darling!”
She looked up to see Steve jogging over.
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you” She stated standing up. “So?”
“I got accepted!” Steve exclaimed. The smile on his face crushed her heart.
Y/N forced a smile, “That’s amazing! When did you get shipped out?”
“Three days!” Steve was still grinning. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. “Hey, didn’t you say you had some news too?”
Y/N cleared her throat and nodded, taking a small step back from Steve. “I, um, I applied for a job at the Times. Had the interview today, and I was hired as a journalist.”
“Y/N that’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you were applying?”
“I didn’t want you to get your hopes up,” Y/N laughed.
Steve kissed her again, barely able to contain his excitement. It took every bit of strength Y/N to not cry then and there.
Y/N turned off the lamp at her desk and grabbed her coat. It had been a long second day at the office and she just wanted to go home and sleep. But she couldn’t. Her Steve was leaving tomorrow to fight the war and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Hey, Darling!” Steve pulled Y/N close and kissed her. They stood in her doorway for a moment enjoying each other’s embrace.
“So, what does my brave soldier want to do for his last night?” Y/N asked adjusting the color on Steve’s uniform. She had to admit, he did look handsome.
“Oh, I have a few ideas.”
Y/N let out a squeal as Steve grabbed her hand and took off running.
“Hey, you two!” Joe called out as they entered the diner.
“Hey, Joe!” Steve responded as he and Y/N sat across from each other in their usual booth.
“Joe’s?”
“Our favorite place” Steve smiled as he spoke. Y/N could not help but smile back. This was Steve’s night, so she was up for whatever Steve wanted.
They ordered their favorite meals. Talked about the silly pigeon man who was always outside the supermarket. Y/N talked about her work day and the story she was working on. It was just how it had been every evening they had eaten dinner together.
“So where to next?” Y/N asked as they stepped out into the cool night air.
“You’ll like this one,” Steve smirked. He took Y/N’s hand in his once again and they walked off.
“Dancing? But you hate it!”
“But you don’t,” Steve answered. The two headed inside the building and hung up their coats. “You wore the red one.”
“It is your favorite,” Y/N commented, doing a little twirl in her dress. They walked onto the dance floor and Steve spun her around and around. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time they had had this much fun.
They danced for hours, through every song, till they were the only couple left on the floor.
Steve had his arms around her waist. Y/N had her hands pressed against his cheeks as their foreheads touched. She wished this moment could last forever. Just a for a moment, there was no war to fight, nothing to be afraid. They were just two people in love, enjoying each other’s company.
“We should leave,” Steve finally spoke, breaking the trance.
Y/N nodded.
They walked in silence. No words in the English language seemed right to describe what they were feeling in this moment, how they felt for each other. Which is the cheesiest thing in the world, but love is even cheesier.
They arrived at Y/N’s front door and they stood there staring at each other, knowing this would be the last goodbye said for a long time. And maybe, a small chance though it may be, this goodbye could last forever.
“Darling…”
Y/N let out a sob and jumped into Steve’s arms, kissing him as hard as she could. Pouring every unsaid thing into him. Steve held on as tight as he could.
“I have something for you,” Steve whispered, forcing himself to pull away. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small black box. Once opened, it revealed a gold ring, with a small diamond on it. “I know it’s not much to look at, and I told myself I’d do this after the war, but I”
“Are… Are you asking me…” Y/N couldn’t even finish her question. Steve smiled down at her and nodded. Y/N let out a giggle. “You have to do it properly! Or I won’t answer!”
“Properly?”
“Get down on one knee!” Y/N laughed. Steve rolled his eyes but did as she asked.
“Y/N, my darling, would you marry me?”
“Yes!” Y/N laughed through the tears. Steve got up and slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger before pulling her in for another kiss.
“When I get back, we’re going to have the best wedding. And Bucky will give the worst best man speech, we can dance all you want, and hell, I wear whatever tux you want no matter how uncomfortable it is.”
Y/N tried to laugh but all that came out was another sob as the tears once again welled up in her eyes. Steve held her in his arms trying to soothe her.
“I’ll come,” He breathed against her hair. “I swear it.”
“Stay,” Y/N whispered against his chest, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
“Y/N… I can’t- “
“I don’t mean don’t go tomorrow, I mean just stay for tonight.”
Steve bit his lip and closed his eyes. He let out a sigh and nodded. Y/N opened her door and the two walked inside.
Y/N woke the next morning to find herself alone. She looked over to the right side of the bed to find a piece of paper where Steve’s head once laid. She picked it up and unfolded it.
I’ll come home to you, my darling, I always will.
All my love,
Steve
Y/N put all her energy into her work. Taking every story, she could find. Anything to keep her distracted was very much appreciated. Y/N, of course, received many letters from Steve. Talking about his training and one even contained a humorous story about him pushing down a flagpole. Of course, he could not give any details about where he was or the specifics of his training, but Y/N loved each letter all the same. She did her best to write about happy things like work, Bill’s newborn son, Joe’s. It was comforting to know he was not yet in the line of danger. But she knew that time would come.
“Y/N! Boss wants to see you!”
“Thanks, Clark!” Y/N called back, getting up from her desk. She took a deep breath and smoothed out her skirt before making her way to the office door.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Y/N asked poking her head into the office.
“Miss Y/L/N! Yes, come in. Have a seat.” The large man motioned to the chair in front of his desk. Y/N quickly sat down.
Nervous was an understatement for how she felt. Being unexpectedly called into the boss’ office could never be good.
“I’ve been looking over your work, and this is good stuff. You have a good eye for details and you’re not afraid to be blunt.”
“Hard truth is always better than a pretty lie is what my dad always said,” Y/N let out a nervous laugh.
“Glad to hear you say that, because I have a job for you, and I don’t want someone who will hold back!” He exclaimed. “A friend of mine, who’s a scientist that works with the army, has given me permission to send in one journalist to observe his new experiment tomorrow. Apparently, he has created a serum that will give a man incredible strength, making him a super soldier essentially.”
Y/N nodded, “And you want me to be the journalist you send?”
“If you’re up for it. You’re good at getting answers, which is damn near impossible to do with those army people. Got all their secrets under lock and key they do.” He grumbled.
“I have question sir, why did you pick me?”
“Because you’re new, untested waters. I don’t know how you are under pressure, how you deal with a hard story. The stuff you’ve been turning in is great, but I need someone who can go deeper. Who isn’t afraid to break a rule or two.”
“And you think that someone could be me?” Y/N asked, sounding a bit surprised.
He smiled. “Well, we won’t know unless you try, now will we?”
Y/N bit her lip, pondering the situation laid out before her. “I’ll do it!”
“Excellent! My friend’s name is Dr. Abraham Erskine. I’ll have my secretary send you the details you’ll need for tomorrow. You’re going to do great Miss Y/L/N, I can feel it in my bones!”
Y/N only wished she had the same feeling in her bones. Instead, she felt like she might vomit.
Y/N woke up early and put on her best suit, did her hair, and makeup. She wanted to look professional. Like she knew what she was doing. Which she did! To an extent…
Y/N called a cab and gave the driver the address she had been given. Not long after the cabs stopped in front of a small shop called Brooklyn Antiques. She paid the driver and made her way to the shop. A small woman, who stood behind the counter, smiled at her.
“Wonderful weather this morning, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I always carry an umbrella” Y/N answered, making sure to say it exactly as she had been told to.
The old woman reached under the counter and pressed a button. Y/N walked through the curtain into another room. Where there was a large old bookshelf. A few seconds later, the bookshelf swung open revealing a hallway that resembled a military hospital. Y/N showed her ID to the soldier at the door who then led her into a small room that overlooked the laboratory. She couldn’t help but notice that she was the only woman in the room.
Everyone began to quiet down as the doors opened and a woman and soldier, who was presumably the one who would undergo the experiment, entered the lab below him. Y/N felt a breath get caught in her throat. She would recognize that man anywhere. She walked in shock as Steve removed his hat, shirt, and tie before climbing into what looked like a large metal casket.
“Jesus. Somebody get that kid a sandwich!” Y/N heard one of the men comment.
The woman who had entered with Steve walked into the booth. Upon seeing Y/N she walked straight towards her.
“Are you Miss Y/N Y/L/N?”
“I am. I’m here representing the Times.”
The woman smiled, “I’m Agent Carter, Steve talked about you the whole drive here. Even showed me a picture, which is how I recognized you. You’ve got a good man.”
“Yes, I do,” Y/N whispered looking down at her fiancé.
“Can you hear me? Is this on?” The Doctor spoke into the microphone. Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention towards him. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path of peace.
Y/N watched as they strapped Steve down and a nurse gave him a shot.
“Serum infusion beginning in, five, four, three, two, one!” The doctor ordered. A lever was pulled by one of the assistance and the blue liquid hooked up to the machine Steve was in was shot into his arms.
Stark pulled another lever and the thing Steve was in raised itself till he was in a standing up position. The metal coffin closed.
“Steve? Can you hear me?” Dr. Erskine asked tapping on the small window.
“It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?”
Y/N couldn’t help but slightly smile at Steve’s humor.
Stark turned a dial and put on some glasses before slowly turning a small black wheel. “Ten percent! Twenty percent…Thirty!”
The light shining through the small window grew brighter and brighter. Y/N held up her hand, trying to shield her eyes from its harshness.
“Vital signs are normal!”
“Fifty percent! Sixty… seventy!”
Steve began to yell out as if he were in pain. Y/N sat forward, barely able to breathe. Agent Carter rushed out of the room.
“Steven! Steven!” Dr. Erskine shouted banging on the container.
“Shut it down!” Agent Carter ordered, now in the laboratory. “Shut it down!”
“Kill it Mr. Stark! Shut it down!”
“No!” Steve shouted making everyone freeze. “Don’t! I can do this!”
The Doctor nodded to Stark who started to turn the wheel again. Upon reaching one hundred percent, sparks began to fly from the machines and the light suddenly died out.
Everyone climbed to their feet as the container opened. But Y/N’s fiancé was not inside. In his place was a man who was about six feet tall, with muscles as large as Y/N’s head!
She couldn’t wait any longer. Y/N rushed out of the booth and made her way into the lab below. “Steve!” She exclaimed now standing in front of him.
“Y/N…” Steve fell into her arms, nearly crushing her. He would have if Dr. Erskine and Stark hadn’t pulled him back up. “What are you…”
“Never mind that! How do you feel?”
“Taller…” Steve muttered, looking around as if he were in a daze. A nurse handed Y/N a shirt that she passed to Steve. Once he was he got the shirt on and could stand on his own, Steve turned back to Y/N.
“What are you doing here?”
“Reporting for the Times!” Y/N exclaimed. “Also, what the hell!” Y/N punched Steve’s arm which hurt her more than it probably hurt him. “Since when did you decide to go and do a dangerous experiment?”
“Y/N I- “
“I’m your fiancé! Soon to be wife! You don’t keep things like that from me!”
Steve just shook his head and smiled before kissing her.
“Rogers!”
“Colonel Philips,” Steve answered turning to his boss. “May I introduce my fiancé, Y/N.”
“Nice to finally put a face to the girl Rogers won’t shut up about,”
“Did you tell everyone about me?” Y/N laughed shaking the Colonel’s hand.
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the booth. Steve shielded Y/N from the glass as they all crouched down.
“Stop him!” Dr. Erskine shouted. He was pointing at a man who had grabbed one of the vials contained the serum. He raised his gun and fired, hitting the doctor, before turning to run. Steve and Y/N rushed to the Doctor’s side.
The bullets had penetrated his chest. He could not speak. Dr. Erskine tapped Steve’s chest before taking his last breath.
Steve took off after the gunman with a look that scared Y/N. She said a quick prayer for the gunman’s soul.
Y/N paced outside the building waiting for Steve. He was getting tests run, or at least that was all anyone was willing to tell her. At the sound of a door opening Y/N stopped and turned. She rushed over and hugged Steve.
“It’s weird hugging such a tall guy,” She whispered making him laugh.
“God, I missed you” He pulled back just enough so he could kiss her. Once the need for air became too great to ignore, they pulled away from each other.
“So? What happens now?” Y/N asked holding his hands. They were so much bigger than her own!
“Well, the senator gave me job.”
“You’re not going with the Colonel?”
“No, says I’m not enough,” Steve muttered.
“Hey,” Y/N put her hands on his cheeks. Was it just her or did his jawbone somehow become even sexier? “Don’t listen to that asshole.”
Steve smiled, “You have no clue how much I missed you, darling.”
Y/N let out a squeal as Steve picked her up and spun her around. “Bigger you is going to take some getting used to!”
“Come on boy!” You patted the spot beside you and Dodger jumped onto the couch and snuggled up against you. You took a sip of your drink before turning on the TV.
“And we’ll be right back after this commercial with the one, the only, Captain America!” Ellen exclaimed before the commercials started to play.
“You excited to see daddy?” You asked the boxer, but Dodger’s attention was on your apple slices. He barked in thanks when you tossed him one. A few minutes later Ellen was back and you smiled as your husband walked onto the stage.
“Thanks for coming!”
“Thanks for having me!” Chris smiled as he spoke.
“So, right off the bat, I gotta ask, how’s filming for Infinity war going?”
“Really well! We’re nearly done with part 1, then I’ll take a break, see family before heading off to do part 2.”
“And is there anything you could share with us? Maybe just a tiny spoiler?” Ellen asked. The crowd cheered in agreement.
Chris hummed as he thought for a moment, “I guess I could share one thing.” Everyone screamed in excitement. “But you gotta promise to keep it between us!” Chris chuckled.
“We promise!”
“Okay, the secret is…” Chris fell silent for a second as the suspense intensified. “That I have a beard in this one!”
There was a mixture of protests and laughter coming from the crowd and even Ellen smiled.
“Wow! That’s a big change! You think Marvel is okay with you sharing that?”
“I’ll find out when this is over” Chris chuckled.
“Moving on, tell me, how’s married life?”
“Amazing!”
“And you’ve been together for how long?” Ellen asked. You smiled as a picture from your wedding appeared on the screen behind Chris and Ellen.
“We’ve been together for five years and married for two” Chris answered. He looked up at the screen, noticing the picture. “That was the happiest day of my life.”
The crowd awed making Chris smile.
“And do you see kids in your future?” You tensed up at this question.
“Oh, for sure! I have always wanted to have babies and to be a father, but the progression of things has to unfold a little bit before that can happen. My sister has kids, all my friends have children and I love being around them. I am a very nostalgic person, myself, about my own life. There’s nothing more wonderful than watching my nieces and nephews begin to understand the nature of certain social norms, why people do things, and the nature of the human condition. That’s such a beautiful evolution. To some degree that having children, you almost get to relive your own childhood. And so, in that selfish capacity, I am eager to have kids because there’s a lot of things that I bet even I have forgotten about my own life. And to watch kids find their way, find their voice, and find their joy, what a wonderful thing to help navigate.” (AN: Chris said this himself. I did not write that but thought it fit perfectly with this story.)
You turned off the TV, unable to finish watching the interview. Dodger looked up at you in confusion and you rubbed his head. “Sorry boy, I got stuff I need to get done.”
You get off the couch, wash your plate, and get to work on house chores you’d been putting off. Trying to keep yourself busy and push the interview out of your mind.
You were dancing a little in the kitchen as you cooked dinner. Your headphones were in and you hummed along to your favorite song. You were perfectly happy till a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind causing you to jump three feet into the air and scream. Chris laughed as you pulled away and quickly took out your headphones.
“Sorry I scared you”
“No, you aren’t!” You exclaimed making Chris laugh harder. You rolled your eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek. “How was your day?”
“Good, did you watch the interview?” Chris asked once he managed to calm down.
“Yep! You did great!” You answered turning off the burner after you made sure the chicken was done.
“Yeah?” You could tell by his tone what Chris was trying to hint at, but you weren’t going to bite.
You hummed in response as you got out some plates. “You wanna sit at the table or on the couch?”
“Tables fine” Chris sighed. He took the plates and grabbed some silverware before heading to your table.
You put the chicken onto a serving platter and the pasta into a bowl. You brought them out to the table just as Chris was finishing.
“Beer or wine?”
“I’ll take a beer” You answered as you headed back into the kitchen to grab the sauce. You sat down and Chris placed a beer in front of you and sat down across from you with his own.
“So, how was your day?” Chris asked taking a piece of chicken.
“Good! Watched your interview, did some work around the house, and then Dodger and I went for a run.”
Chris nodded as he chewed. “Did you think my answers were okay?”
You did your best to keep your expression blank. “Yeah, you’ve always been good at interviews.”
Chris nodded as he took a sip of his beer. He took a deep breath and you knew he was working up the courage to just ask you outright about it. “Have you, um… Called that doctor I found?”
You set down your silverware before answering. “Not yet, must have slipped my mind today, but I’ll call tomorrow.”
“That’s what you said yesterday, and the day before, and last week” Chris grumbled, trying to stop himself from raising his voice.
“I’m sorry okay, I’ll call tomorrow. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
Chris scoffed in response. “Do you want this? Because if you don’t then- “
“Chris! I- “
“No seriously!” He exclaimed, the frustration now clear on his face. “If you don’t want kids then just tell me! Because I have tried and tried to understand what’s going on with you! I have tried to get you to talk but the second I bring it up you shut me down!”
You shook your head and stood.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not doing this right now,” You grabbed your plate and headed to the sink and started to wash your dishes.
“No! You are not doing this again!” Chris yelled following you. “Y/N!”
You didn’t look at him, just continued to wash your plate.
Chris marched over and shut the water off. “For the love of God talk to me!”
You kept your eyes focused on the faucet.
“You can’t keep doing this to me! You can’t keep ignoring me!” Chris’s voice cracked at the end of his sentence. The anger in his voice was replaced by hurt and you hated yourself even more for being the one to cause it.
You finally looked at him and for a second you considered telling him the truth. No “I want to wait” or “I don’t think we’re ready”. But suddenly you could feel your dam start to crack, and the mere thought of what had happened was enough to make you want to shut down. “I’m going to bed,” You whispered before walking away.
You never saw the look of brokenness on Chris’s face, but you knew it was there all the same.
You didn’t sleep that night. You could hear Chris talking to himself, the cries of frustration, and the crashes as he broke a few things. You laid there all alone, wanting to run to him and apologize. But the fear of the possibility of going through that again was enough to make you stay in bed.
When your alarm finally went off you quickly turned it off and put on your robe. You quietly opened your bedroom door and listened, but heard nothing. You made your way down the hallway of your apartment and into the living room.
Chris sat on the couch looking at the TV that was off, his hair a bit of a mess, and there were a few cuts in his hands. You didn’t see anything broken so you assumed Chris had cleaned up his mess.
You didn’t say anything as you walked into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. You poured yourself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the now clean table. The coffee pot beeped and before you could move Chris got up and walked over to it, pouring two mugs of coffee. He placed on in front of you before sitting in the chair on the other side of the table. Neither of you spokes as he sipped his coffee and you ate your breakfast.
“Do you have any meetings today?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Chris stated ignoring your question. You didn’t say anything response and waited for him to continue. “I want kids and it is obvious you don’t. You married me knowing you wanted something different and that kids weren’t negotiable. I want a family! And so, I can’t be with someone who doesn’t want the same.”
You set down your spoon and starred at the table, trying to hold back the tears. You had really done it. You had pushed away the man you loved because of something that was only a possibility. You saw this coming and were honestly surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. But you realized you loved Chris more than you feared the future.
“I want kids,” You finally croaked.
“Then why won’t you have one with me! You won’t call the doctor and I found these in our bathroom!” Chris held up your birth control pills that must have been in his pocket. “If it’s cause you’re afraid of being a mom then- “
“I was a mom,” You interrupted, Chris, starred at you astonishment.
“Wha-What?”
“I was a mom,” You repeated. “Remember how I told you about my ex? The guy I dated before you?”
“You mean that abusive, piece of shit that you never let me punch? “
“Yeah, him” You waved it off, not wanting to go into detail about your past relationship. “Well, after I dumped him I found out I was pregnant and – “
“But… But I knew you back then! And I never- “
“I went home to Jersey remember? And you didn’t see me for over a year.”
Chris nodded, now remembering what you were talking about.
“Anyways,” You sighed. The tears were getting harder to stop. “I, um, I had the baby and planned to keep it. I always wanted to be a mom you know? And sure, this was not the ideal situation, but at least something good was going to come out of that hell I went through.”
You paused and took a shaky breath. “Henry Y/L/N was born April 4th, 2011 and died April 7th, 2011.”
Chris was speechless, but also knew he should not interrupt you.
“He was born with a defect in the walls of his heart. The natural walls that exist between the left and right sides and the upper and lower chambers of the heart did not develop correctly, causing blood to back up into the heart. This put pressure on the heart to work harder. He was a preemie and already struggling with different things and so, his heart became too weak to carry on.” Tears now rolled down your cheeks as you explained. “I got to hold him when he, um… when he died” You let out a sob as you finished.
Chris rushed over and took you into his arms. The two of you now sat on the floor as you sobbed against Chris’s chest. You feel Chris’s own tears hit the top of your head. “You… You never told me.”
“I couldn’t! The only one who knows what happened is my mom, but I could never tell anyone else!”
“You’re afraid of having kids because you don’t want to go through that again” Chris breathed, hating himself for ever getting angry with you.
“I was his mom!” You yelled pulling away. “I was his mom and I couldn’t help him! Mothers are supposed to protect their children and I failed him!”
“Hey, look at me,” Chris said softly, taking your face in his hands. “It was not your fault, you did not fail your son. You loved him and did all you could, but this was beyond your control.”
You let out another sob and buried your face into his chest. You sat there for a long time, as Chris rubbed your back and spoke soothing words.
You sat on your bathroom floor waiting for the timer on your phone to go off. You could see Chris pacing in the bedroom.
“How much longer?”
“One minute,” You answered. You tried to control yourself but your hands were shaking. What if it’s positive? What if it happens again? Chris noticed your worried expression and sat down beside you.
“We’re going to be okay” He reassured kissing your forehead. He took your hands in his and the two of you sat there waiting together.
It had been three months since you had told Chris about Henry and since then you had thrown out your birth control pills and finally agreed to try for a baby.
The timer went off and both of you looked to the bathroom counter.
“I’ll do it,” Chris breathed getting up. Your hands began shaking again. You watched as tears welled up in Chris’s eyes.
“Oh no, it’s- “
“Positive.”
“What?” You whispered.
“It’s positive!” Chris shouted. You let out a scream and jump to your feet. You leaped into Chris’s arms and he spun you around as you both laughed and cried at the same time. You had never felt so much joy. “We’re going to have a baby!” Chris laughed kissing you.
“We’re going to have a baby” You repeated.
“The Backup Plan!”
“Not no another chick flick!” Chris groaned.
“I’m carrying your child!”
“You can’t use that to win every argument!”
“I don’t, but I particularly want to win this one!” You shot back. You tried to cross your arms but that was uncomfortable to do when you’re 8 months pregnant so you decided not to.
“What do I get out of this?”
“You can have the last of the ice cream in the freezer.”
“Deal!” Chris exclaimed jumping off the couch. You pressed play as he ran to the kitchen. “There’s barely enough for one bite!”
“Never said how much was in there!” You laughed. Chris rushed over and, gently, tackled you. You let out a squeal as he tickled your sides.
“Say you’re sorry!”
“Never!” You laughed. You let out another squeal as Chris leaned down and rubbed his beard against your neck. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach and something wet began to run down your inner thigh. “Chr-Chris stop! Stop!” You screamed.
Upon hearing the panic in your voice Chris quickly jumped off you. You looked down and saw blood seeping through your sweatpants.
“Call an ambulance,” You whispered, but Chris seemed to be frozen with fear. “Call an ambulance!” You cried out, feeling another pain.
“Y/N, we’re going to have to do a C-section” The doctor explained. You now laid in a hospital bed with Chris beside you, squeezing your hand as tight as you could bare.
You shook your head, “No, he’s not ready! My due date isn’t for another month!”
“Your chances of a miscarriage are high right now so we need to get him out before something goes wrong that we can’t fix.”
“He’s not ready!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes. Not again! This couldn’t be happening again.
“Y/N look at me!” Chris demanded taking your face in his hands. “We have to do this. This is how we save our baby, and our baby will be fine! I promise you!”
“Mr. Evans, I don’t think it’s a good idea to- “
“Our baby will be fine!” Chris shouted turning to the doctor. Chris turned back to you,
“It’s going to be okay, we’ll get through this, all three of us.”
Chris continued to pace in the waiting room, looking at the clock every forty seconds. She would be fine, they would both be fine.
“Would you like me to get you something? Maybe a coffee?” The old doctor behind the counter asked. He smiled sympathetically at Chris.
Chris tried to remember if he liked coffee but all that came out of his mouth was, “Is this my fault?”
“What?” The doctor asked confused.
“I was on top of her and tickling her sides. We were just playing you know? And then she cried out, and the blood, and… Did I do this? Oh God! Did I kill my kid before I even got to meet them?” Chris croaked, tears threatening to spill.
The Doctor walked over to Chris and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, son, I’ve been here for thirty years and seen plenty of cases similar to yours. You didn’t do this. These things just happen, sometimes there’s an explanation and sometimes not. But your wife has good chances, she’ll pull through.”
Chris took a shaky breath and wiped his eyes dry.
“Let me go get you that coffee,” The Doctor squeezed Chris’s shoulder before walking down the hallway.
“Mr. Evans?” Chris jumped out of his chair, spilling his coffee in the process. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to- “
“Don’t worry about it,” The nurse chuckled. “I’ll get someone to come clean that up, but right now, would you like to come see your wife?”
Chris nodded, unable to speak. He followed the nurse down the hallway and into the elevator.
When they arrived at Y/N’s room the nurse opened the door and allowed Chris to step in first.
“Hey…” Y/N whispered from her bed, a tired look on her face. Chris rushed over and kissed her forehead, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”
“They both did fine,” The nurse reassured.
“Where’s- “
“He’s in the NICU right now, but once you’re feeling up to it you can come meet him.”
“It’s a he?” Y/N whispered. You had decided to keep the gender a surprise.
“It’s a he.” The nurse confirmed.
“You ready to hold him?” The doctor asked as he picked up your son.
You nodded and held out your arms, you held back a sob as the tiny child was given to you.
“And everything is okay?” Chris asked for the millionth time.
“Everything is fine. No birth defects, none of that. Just needs a few weeks of growing before we can let him go home,” The doctor explained.
“Hey Y/C/N, it’s so nice to meet you” You whispered. Chris knelt beside your wheelchair and smiled down at his son.
“He’s perfect.”
“Here, you have a turn,” You carefully placed Y/C/N into his father’s arms.
“Hey buddy, you have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for you.” Chris quietly laughed.
Ever since Chris learned your name he seemed to suddenly know lots of things about you. He knew how you liked your coffee and would occasionally show up with a cup when he wanted to come over and chat. The guy always seemed to have chocolate on him, not that you were complaining. Especially since he did not mind sharing. You two finally had a real friendship and you could not be happier. Of course, you tried not to get your hopes up but were completely failing. Because every time you saw him approach your door, or he smiled at you, or you heard his laugh you could feel your heart stop. You could feel yourself trying not to blush and you didn’t realize you had been smiling the whole time he’d been there until your cheeks started to hurt.
You were arranging the new roses that had just come in when your phone dinged. You walked over and opened the text, not bothering to stop the small smile at the sight of Chris’s name on your screen.
Up for an adventure? - C
You chuckled and quickly typed back a reply.
Always! – Y/N
Great! So here are the rules! I’ll send you clues on how to find my super-secret locations and then you send a pic letting me know you’re there before I send the next clue! Are you up to the challenge? – C
Bring it on Evans! – Y/N
You bit your lip anxiously awaiting his reply. What was Chris up to? Was this one of his silly pranks?
First clue: White chocolate raspberry cheesecake – C
You had to laugh out loud at this.
You could at least make it hard! – Y/N
You threw on your coat and closed up shop before heading your way. You knew exactly where Chris was talking about.
You arrived at the little café and headed inside. The man behind the cash register, Tony, instantly began to watch your every move. You couldn’t blame him considering what had happened last time you were here.
“Relax, Chris isn’t with me”
Tony sighed with relief. “I figured since he stopped by earlier and told me to give you this,” Tony reached under the counter and brought out an Amaryllis and handed it to you.
“Thanks!” You called before heading outside. You took out your phone and held the flower up and took a selfie, making sure to get the café’s sign in the background.
Found your gift! – Y/N
AnAmaryllis, which means beauty, for a beautiful girl – C
You feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you typed back a reply.
Quit your flirting Evans and tell me the next clue! – Y/N
Anxious, are we? Alright then, your second clue is: Pigeon - C
You could at least make this hard – Y/N
You put your phone away and headed to your next destination.
You arrived at the pigeon park and smiled at the memory of Chris being chased by a whole flock of them because he refused to give them more food. You could almost hear him yelling about how they needed to stop being selfish and share the food with each other.
“Oh miss! Excuse me! Miss!”
You spun around and noticed an old woman sitting on a bench who was waving at you. “Yes?” You asked approaching her.
“Are you Y/N?”
“I am, how did you- “
“Chris asked me to give this to you” She smiled at you as she held out an Aster.
“Thank you!”
“You’ve got yourself quite the boyfriend” She gave you one of those knowing looks old women give.
You smiled and thanked her once again before heading towards the pigeons. You took another selfie with the flower and pigeons before sending it to Chris.
Saw your old pals – Y/N
A flower that represents patience because those damn birds need to learn some patience! – C
Is this scavenger hunt leading somewhere? – Y/N
Patience. Now, your third, and FINALE clue, is: Popsicles – C
You rolled your eyes and put your phone in your pocket before calling an uber. This was not a location you could walk to.
“Thanks!” You called to the Uber driver as you climbed out. He gave you a quick wave before driving off. You headed down the trail that leads into the woods. Why Chris had chosen this place, you didn’t know. The two of you had hung out here a couple of times and had even brought popsicles to enjoy one warm day like you had done as a kid. That had been one sticky disaster.
You finally entered the clearing where a small, white gazebo sat in the center of it. When you got closer, you gasped.
“You found me,” Chris smiled and stepped out onto the grass. You couldn’t believe what you saw.
The gazebo was decorated with multiple kinds of flowers. Gillyflowers, Gardenias, and even some yellow acacias could be seen. Then there stood Chris at the center of it all, holding a red rose.
“I know they don’t all match, but they all mean relatively the same thing and the website these were good ones to give someone you love.”
“Love?” You whispered, eyes going wide.
“Yeah, love” Chris bit his lip and swayed a bit on his feet, obviously nervous.
You stepped closer and took the rose from him, smiling down at the bouquet you now had. You stood on your tiptoes and lightly pressed your lips against his. Chris placed his hands on your hips pulling you closer.
“Does that mean you love me too?” He breathed when you pulled away.
“I wouldn’t have kissed your stupid face if I didn’t.”
Chris laughed and kissed you again.
“You’re squishing my flowers!” You giggled.
“I’ll buy you more,” Chris ignored your complaint and wrapped his arms around you. “Love you flower girl.”
“Love you too dumbass.”
“Can I have a different nickname?”
“Why? The current one suits you.”
Chris rolled his eyes, “Just shut up and kiss me.”
You had no complaints about complying with his request.
AN: I’m considering writing a sequel to this one so let me know if I should!
It all started when it was girlfriend number one’s birthday. She loved flowers. He knew nothing about flowers. She knew what each flower represented, which just made the task of buying her some even more difficult. What if Chris accidentally sent her a flower that told her he hated her? Then he would never get laid.
When it came the time to buy flowers for girlfriend number two, it was because Chris was going to meet her parents and wanted to be seen as a respectable gentleman. And girlfriend’s mothers love it when the boyfriend shows up with a nice bouquet.
By girlfriend number five the woman who owned the flower shop Chris frequently entered was known as Flower Girl. She was the woman who saved Chris from picking flowers that meant death and she is also the one to send him off with a beautiful bouquet of lilies for multiple dinner parties. She helped Chris get flowers for his mother, sisters, girlfriends that lasted a for months or even the ones that lasted a week.
Yet, Chris never took the time to learn her name.
This didn’t bother her, per say. Sure, she only had a tiny crush on the guy, okay, maybe a bit bigger than tiny. But Chris was a busy man. A famous actor with little time to get to know people such as a girl who owns a flower shop. Y/N could understand that. So, she did her best to put a smile on her face and bury those feelings.
Chris may have been horrible at remembering or even asking for someone’s name, but he was good at noticing the little things. Like, how Y/N always had a cup of coffee within a five feet radius of her. How she wore blue the most and that must be her favorite color. He noticed how if he came in at lunch she was always eating the same thing, so he assumed that was her favorite food. He also knew that when her day was particularly tough, she would sneak a piece of chocolate from the secret stash behind the counter. Yes, Chris may not know Flower Girl’s name, but he knew lots of other important things about her.
Things began to change one cool spring morning. It was a bit cloudy out, and the air smelled like rain. Y/N was just setting out some new arrangements when Chris burst into her humble shot, face flushed and eyes bulging.
“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?” He demanded.
“What happened?” Y/N asked, turning to face the angry man before her.
“She cheated on me”
“Karen?”
“With Scott!”
“I thought your brother was gay” Y/N inquired.
“So, did I!” Chris yelled, throwing his arms up in frustration.
Y/N nodded in understanding. “Well, we should start with some geraniums.”
“What?”
“They mean stupidity. I say we add some foxglove, those mean insecurities. Then we should get some meadowsweets and yellow carnations, the perfect combination of uselessness and you have disappointed me. Finally, we shall put in some orange lilies which stand for hatred. Quite a striking bouquet don’t you think? And it’s filled with loathing!” Y/N hadn’t noticed the smile that had appeared on Chris’s face as she bustled around the shop grabbing flowers till she turned back to him.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I’ve been told once or twice” Y/N smiled as she took the bouquet behind the counter and wrapped it up with a black ribbon and then some plastic.
“How much?”
“This one’s on the house. No way am I letting you spend any more money on that bitch” Y/N stated. Chris threw his head back in laughter.
“I owe you one flower- “but Chris paused, not finishing his sentence. “What’s your name?”
“Wha-what?”
“What’s your name?” Chris asked with a small smile. “You must think I’m a total douche bag for never asking you this.”
“No, it’s okay!” You reassured. “My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N…” He whispered, his smile growing. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up as you blushed.
“Well, Y/N, I’m off to passive-aggressively tell Karen to go fuck herself! I’ll see you later!”
“Bye” Y/N whispered as the door closed behind him. You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
Summary: A Steve x Reader one-shot based on the song Heathens by Twenty-one pilots
Requested by: Anonymous
Warnings: Fighting and swearing
You bite your lip as you continued to struggle against your chain. Your wrist ached from holding it at a weird angle, but you continued to work. You let out a small sigh of relief when you hear a click and your restraints loosen. You looked the door, no lock or handle on your side. You shook off your chains and rushed over to the security camera, you shoved the bobby pin into the lens and crushed the res with your bare hands. You heard some shouts from outside and quickly hid behind the door, waiting.
All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don’t make any sudden moves You don’t know the half of the abuse
You ran as fast as you could, your bare feet pounding against the cold grown. You burst through a door and into a stairwell. You checked the number of bullets the gun had that you had taken off a guard. You heard shouts from behind the door and headed down, taking three stairs at a time. The entrance they had brought you threw was on the bottom floor. Where they kept all their vehicles from.
Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn’t mean our brains will change from hand grenades
You reach ground level and creak open the door. There was only a hand full of guards, most were probably searching for you in other parts of the compound.
“Down there!” You hear someone shout from above.
“Shit” You muttered, you rush out into the open air. You race towards a jeep, doing your best to dodge the oncoming bullets. You take cover behind a car and fire at the agents in sight. You jump into the driver’s seat and take the covering off the wires below the steering wheel. “Come on…. Come on!” You grunted. They were getting closer, a bullet shattered the windshield. “Ha!” You exclaimed in victory as the engine roared to life. You slammed on the gas pedal and speed off.
“Close the gate! Close the gate!” A guard shouted. Sparks flew as the sides of the jeep scrapped against the metal gate. You shouted in victory as you drove off. But it wasn’t over yet.
You stumbled through the snowy woods. The jeep was now miles behind you. You had ditched it, just in case there was a GPS tracker implanted in it. You had made a fake trail going in the opposite direction before circling back around and heading West, towards civilization. You knew your plan had worked according to the feed you were hearing on the radio you had taken. From what you had gathered during your time as a prisoner, you had been there for at least two weeks. The drive there from the airport was three hours long if you subtracted the time spent at the gas station you had stopped at, you had been traveling at roughly fifty miles per hour which put the airport at one hundred and fifty miles away. The gas station was twenty-five miles away from the compound, you had driven for fifteen. They hadn’t tortured you in three days. You were grateful for the time your wounds had been given to heal. You could walk the ten. This you could do.
You’re loving on the psychopath sitting next to you You’re loving on the murderer sitting next to you You’ll think, “How’d I get here, sitting next to you?” But after all I’ve said, please don’t forget
You wrapped your arms around yourself trying to conserve heat. You could barely feel your feet, and the thin t-shirt and pants were doing you no good. The cut on your side had reopened and you couldn’t remember the last time you had been this sore. The sun was setting in front of you, and you had no way of knowing how many miles you had left.
“I can do this, I can do this” You whispered. “I can get away from him.”
All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don’t make any sudden moves You don’t know the half of the abuse
It was night, you curled up in the cave you had found, holding your gun close to your chest. You couldn’t risk building a fire in case they saw the smoke. The radio had no signal, you had tried to mess with the wiring and channels to see if you could pick up a channel form Shield, but had found nothing. Your only comfort that night was at least if you died, it would be out here away from him.
We don’t deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell You have trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions
You awoke at sunrise, surprised to still be alive. You stood, ignoring the sharp pains in your feet. You did some jumping jacks and stretches, trying to get your blood flowing. You found snow that looked clean and held it in your hands waiting for it to melt before consuming it. You did this two more times before you started walking again. You shudder at the sudden memory the snow brought to mind.
“No, you have to melt it first!”
“Why? Snow’s just frozen water”
“Exactly! Eating snow can actually lead to further dehydration due to the process your body has to go through to heat and melt the snow once you eat it. It can also lead to hypothermia.”
“You’re such a nerd!” You laughed. He rolled his eyes.
“Well, you’d figure I’d know a thing or two about snow.”
You’re loving on the freakshow sitting next to you You’ll have some weird people sitting next to you You’ll think “How did I get here, sitting next to you?” But after all I’ve said, please don’t forget
You could see it, just a few more feet. You let out a laugh, which sounded more like wheezing as the gas station came into view. You observed your surroundings, there was only one car in the parking lot which probably belonged to the owner. It was still early morning and this obviously not a busy highway. Deciding it was safe, you stumbled out of the trees and across the road. You made it to the outside restroom and slipped inside, grateful you did not have to face anyone yet. Your appearance didn’t surprise you. You were honestly shocked you didn’t look worse. You grabbed some paper towels and got them a bit wet before gently washing the blood off your stomach. You then proceeded to wash your face, hands, and arms as best you could. You moaned as the hot water rushed over your skin, grateful to finally feel some warmth.
All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don’t make any sudden moves You don’t know the half of the abuse
You finally stepped out of the bathroom and headed inside the convenient store. A little bell rang as you opened the door. There was no one behind the counter, and you didn’t hear anything except the humming of machines. You wanted to head straight for the prepackaged sandwiches in the cooler, but your instincts told you something was wrong. You slowly took out your gun and turned off the safety. A small click broke the silence. You instantly held up your gun as a man jumped up from behind the counter, holding up a rifle.
“Y/N, you need to- “
“I’m not going back with you” You growled. Of course, he would have come to the gas station! He knew you better than anyone else. You should have known better than to think this would have been a safe place to come to.
“Y/N please!”
“I have no reason to trust you”
“I love you, you know that!”
“Lies!” You screamed. “I used to think that was the truth.”
“It still is! It wasn’t all lies”
“You’re Hydra Steve! Everything out of your mouth is a lie!” You ignored the pained expression on Steve’s face. You could not let your emotions cloud your judgment. You were nothing more than assignment to him.
“Y/N, if you don’t come back willingly, I have orders to kill you.”
“Then why haven’t you shot me yet? Come on! Be good little soldier like you always have” You taunted. “You had no problem killing those Shield agents, so why can’t you shoot me?”
Steve flinched at your words. “I didn’t want to do that, but they gave me no choice!”
“More lies!” You screamed. “Here, I’ll make it easier for you” You turned the safety back and tossed your gun aside. “I’m not gonna come willingly”
“Y/N…”
“Shoot me”
“I’m not going to- “
“KILL ME!” You roared. “You’ve already destroyed every part of me, so just shoot me.” Something in you had finally snapped. You didn’t want to live this life. Not anymore. Not with the future, you had dreamed of destroyed. There would be no apartment in Brooklyn to go home to. No more morning runs, movie nights, and late-night kisses. No leaving Shield together, no getting married, no kids.
“I was going to do it you know, I was going to leave, for you.”
“But you never did,” You whispered. “I won’t join you and you know no matter how much they torture me I won’t break. So, if you ever really loved me, then end this.”
Why’d you come? You knew you should have stayed I tried to warn you just to stay away And now they’re outside ready to bust It looks like you might be one of us
You could see the conflict in Steve’s eyes as he debated his options. You watched his expression become resolved, as he made his decision.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
Hello lovelies, I hope you’re all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.
Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).
Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that’s it.
Minors DNI
Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him.
Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off.
Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve’s jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.
In front of him sat various terrified men. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth of firearms were stolen from one of Steve’s downtown warehouses. John Walker was currently blaming every other man in the room for the weapons ‘disappearing’ and took no responsibility for what happened. The warehouse was his responsibility, Steve trusted John to watch over the area.
John Walker was supposed to be in charge.
“Y’know Walker, I’m getting really sick of you putting the blame on everyone else.” Steve stood up and shrugged off his suit jacket before placing it on the back of the chair. His hand moved to rub over his mouth and beard in one quick motion.
“You were the one in charge of the safe house, so unless someone in this room can tell me what happened..” Steve paused to look around the room at the other men before looking down at John. “You, John, will be dealing with the consequences.”
John opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse to get Steve off his back. Steves glare hardened in seconds and he pulled his gun out of the holster that sat across his shoulders.
“M..Mr Rogers” a voice squeaked from the corner. Peter Parker was shaking like a leaf, tears filling his eyes in fear of what the infamous Steve Rogers was going to do to him after calling him by name.
Peter had seen Brock Rumlow, a member of a rival Mafia, on the corner of the street talking to Walker on the night the weapons went missing.
“Yes Parker?” Steve barked, his head snapping towards Peter. Steve’s gun still rested against Walker’s head.
Peter mumbled, his words caught in his throat as fear consumed him. “Spit it out” Steve spat harshly when Peter didn’t speak again. With a deep breath in, Peter finally found his voice again.
“I..I saw Rumlow o..on the corner, with Walker on..on the night the weapons were taken. I wasonmywayhomeandIjustfiguredthatWalkerwastellingRumlowtogetoffourstreets” Peter
suddenly forgot how to talk again, his words coming out stuttered as his word vomit began.
Peter spoke fast but Steve heard every word and before a beat had passed a bullet was put through Walker’s thigh. An agonising cry filled the room as Walker grabbed his leg. Steve, quick to put his gun away, pulled John up by his collar, “Did you sell them to Rumlow?” Steve’s tone was harsh, his voice low as he waited for a response.
A forceful punch sent John’s face in the other direction as Steve waited for an answer, “Well?…Did you?”. Another violent punch met John’s face.
“H..he made an offer I couldn’t resist” John spat out, his eye already swelling shut while he spat some blood out of his mouth (along with a tooth… or three).
Rage consumed Steve as he pushed Walker to the floor. Within seconds his gun was back in hand and a bullet travelled between Walker’s eyes. Everyone in the room watched the whole ordeal in silence, no one daring to intervene or try to stop what Steve was doing. They all knew the second Peter spoke up that Walker was a traitor.
Steve put his gun on the desk, his hands moving to take off his holster and shirt that was decorated by John’s blood. He nodded towards Bucky and Sam who made quick work of getting rid of John and the rest of the men in the room.
“Parker”
Peter spun around so fast, almost giving himself whiplash. “Yes boss?” he squeaked before clearing his throat and standing up taller.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Could have saved me the hassle of losing 450K.” Steve began buttoning up a new shirt as he spoke, a brow raised at the brunette’s direction.
“I..” Peter looked down, “You trusted John to be..be in charge of the safe house. I was worried you wouldn’t believe me” he stuttered out.
“Kid..” Steve started, “if you ever see something that’s off, you gotta say.” Peter was shocked at Steve’s response. “You’ve got good instinct, a sixth sense. I need that. You’ve got the safe house. The men there will be under your orders and anyone who doesn’t do as you say will face the same fate Walker did… Trust yourself, if something is off, tell us. Do that and you’ll work your way up the ladder here pretty quickly.”.
Peter smiled before putting on a serious face when he saw the way Steve’s brows furrowed. “Yes boss,” Peter nodded before leaving the room.
Steve wasn’t just the leader of the biggest Mafia in New York, he was the CEO of his family’s business. His business savvy is what brought his Mafia family to the top and it was his own instincts that were going to keep them there.
Once the Walker situation had been disposed of, Steve and his two right hand men decided to head out for some lunch. Exiting the private estate in a private plate SUV the men travelled to a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. They were seated at their usual table by the owner Mr Falcone, an older gentleman and ordered three neat whiskeys.
The three men had been coming here since they were young and had bonded with the owners, a married couple from Italy who opened the restaurant when they first travelled to America. The men began to converse discreetly before ordering their food with Mrs Falcone who graced them each with a loving kiss on the cheek and a hug when she greeted them.
“Ahh my favourite boys, where have you all been?” she kissed Steve’s cheek before moving to Sam, “it’s been too long since you’ve been here” she scolded and soon found her way to Bucky, “I’ve missed you” she pinched his cheeks.
They engaged in small talk before a group of women walked in. Mrs Falcone excused herself and made her way to the door to welcome them in. They were seated a few tables away from the men and some of the women blushed as they made eye contact with the handsome mafia men.
One of the women caught Steve’s eyes. She appeared to be the quietest of the group, not having said a word the whole time they had been in the restaurant. He thought she was gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful.
He gazed at her, watching her eyes light up and a smile take over her face when one of her friends turned to tell her something. Her eyes were gentle and matched her facial features. She wasn’t his usual type, a bit plumper in some areas but that didn’t bother him one bit. He watched as she engaged in conversation with Mr and Mrs Falcone (the pair always tried to get to know their customers) her luscious lips capturing his attention.
“Steve” Bucky knocked his shoulder against Steve’s to draw him back to reality.
“What?” Steve hissed, frustratedly moving his gaze away from the woman at the other table.
“I said you’re drooling” Bucky let out a boyish laugh and ruffled Steve’s hair.
Steve had been best friends with Bucky and Sam since they were young and they had always had each other’s backs. Their parents were all involved in the same Mafia family so it was only right that the three men joined them when the time came.
While Steve was the one in charge, his best friends both played big roles within the business. Sam was in charge of the money side of things, making sure all the calculations were right before deals were made and Bucky, well Bucky was the muscles.
All three men (and the men and women within their organisation) were fit and ready for any form of fight - mental or physical but Bucky was a different breed. If Steve ever needed to intimidate someone then he would send Bucky. Even if Steve was in the same room, it was Bucky who threatened people with physical violence - the metal arm he had since his early twenties being the thing people feared most.
“Fuck off” Steve grinned as his gaze wandered over to the woman once more, watching as she excitedly opened some presents that her friends had put on the table. It was normal for the men to tease each other about women, it’s what they had always done.
“She is cute” Sam hummed in approval as he surveyed the group of women, “and so are her friends” he sent a wink towards one of the others at the table.
Bucky called over Mrs Falcone and asked his favourite lady what the presents were for.
“Oh, the one with the presents just graduated, a teacher” she said cheerily “isn’t it lovely to see young women achieving their dreams, look how happy she looks”. Mrs Falcone looked over at the table with a big smile as the women cheered their cocktails in celebration.
Steve nodded in approval “very lovely indeed”, his tone shifted as he looked over at the women again “give them a bottle of champagne from us, actually make it two. They’re a big group” he smiled up at her.
“Oh you boys” she ruffled their hair “such good boys” she clapped cheerily as she walked behind the bar and got the bottles along with 3 more whiskies for the men.
Once the bottles were taken over to the table the group of women looked over to the group of mobsters and giggled when the three men raised their glasses. The girl Sam winked at invited the boys over and who were they to say no to a table of gorgeous women.
Steve made sure to sit beside the teacher, a small smirk growing on his lips at the way she blushed.
“Congratulations, I’m Steve by the way”. He held out his hand to her and she gently shook it.
“Thank you, I’m Y/n” a small sweet smile graced her features before she got distracted by the commotion of the rest of the group introducing themselves.
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings:Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings:None.
A/N: We’ve made it! This is the final chapter in this story. I am so happy I’ve made it to the end. I’m thinking about an epilogue just not 100% sure on it yet. Thank you to those who have been following this story and showing your support! I love y’all!
It was the night before your wedding day. You always thought you would be nervous and stressed the night before your wedding, but you were the complete opposite. You felt happy and relaxed. You trusted that Jessica had everything done for the big day. You, Scarlett, Rose and Olivia were having a relaxing night at Lisa’s.
You asked Scarlett to be your only bridesmaid and Rose to be a flower girl with Olivia. Chris asked Scott to be his best man and his nephew, Miles, to be the ring bearer.
You chose to spend the night at Lisa’s and let Chris and Scott have your house. You were just hoping it was in one piece when you got back.
Olivia was nearing two years old, and you couldn’t believe it. She talked non-stop, it didn’t always make since but that didn’t stop her. Olivia had started calling Chris, dada.
~Flashback~
You finish unpacking the last box and sigh in relief. Chris comes up with Olivia in his arms. “Mama!” She reaches for you.
You smile and take her from Chris. When you look at Chris, you realize Olivia has never called him anything. As the wheels in your head turn, you start to wonder if Olivia should call him dad. Chris is the only father figure Olivia has, to you, it only makes sense that she should call him dad.
“Chris, don’t you think we should be teaching her to call you something?” You ask him.
“Yeah, I guess. What were you thinking? Like just Chris or?” He looks down at you.
“I was thinking more along the lines of daddy, but it’s up to you.” You smile.
It takes a second for it to register in Chris’s head what you just said. “Wait! You mean it? You would be ok with her calling me that?”
“You’re basically already her dad. You act like it.” You say with a laugh.
“Then yes, she can totally call me daddy.” He leans down and kisses you then kisses Olivia’s cheeks.
“Livie, can you say Dada?” You look at her. “Da-da.” You point to Chris.
She giggles. “Daaaada!”
Chris smiles widely and takes her from you kissing her all over her face.
~end flashback~
It was finally the morning of the wedding, you woke up with small feeling of anxiousness. People started going in and out of the house starting at 8 o’clock that morning. It was some what chaotic.
Lisa brought breakfast to you, Scarlett, and the girls. You all sat in the queen sized bed eating French toast, fruit, and bacon.
Jessica hired a photographer, and she was there taking pictures of you and the girls enjoying your breakfast. You watched as she took a picture of Olivia shoving a strawberry in her mouth. You laughed and couldn’t wait to have all these pictures to look back on.
The ceremony wasn’t until 5 in the evening. It was just passed nine when Jessica showed up. You went down stairs to meet her.
“Are you ready?” She asked with a beaming smile.
“So ready!” You smiled.
She started talking you through everything that was happening and what was supposed to arrive at what time. You watched as Lisa’s backyard was set up for the day. It was better than anything you could have ever dreamed.
Just before lunch, your parents walked into the house. Your mom wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed you. You then hugged your dad. Your anxiousness was lessening now that your mom was there.
The hair stylist and makeup artist arrived to start on all the girls. Your mom, and Lisa were first then they went to get dressed. After them, it was Scarlett, then Rose and Olivia. Scarlett took Rose and Olivia to get dressed while you were getting ready.
Once you were finished with your hair and makeup, Scarlett came back in to help you put on your dress. She helped you into your dress and then helped you with your jewelry.
Scarlett stepped back to look at you. “Wow!” She smiled at you. “You look stunning!”
Your smile was beaming across your face. You stepped in front of the mirror and gasped. You were amazed at how everything came together.
After taking yourself in, you were ready to show everyone. Scarlett walked in front of you and opened the door to let your parents in.
Your mother was in awe. She started to cry as well as your dad, which in turn made you tear up. Your mom gently wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks.
Finally, it was time. All 30 guest had arrived and were seated. Soft music was playing as Chris went down the aisle. Once he was at the end, he took a breath to steady his nerves. You may not have been nervous, but Chris was. Chris just wanted to be married to you.
Scarlett and Scott were next. Miles walked down with the rings and stood next to Scott. Rose and Olivia walked down the aisle sprinkling flower petals. Once they made it down the aisle and stood by Scarlett the music changed. Everyone stood and waited for your entrance.
The back doors opened, revealing you and your dad. Chris immediately teared up. You were stunning. He turned away to wipe his tears then looked back at you. You smiled at him with all the love in the world. There was nowhere else you would have wanted to be.
Your dad gave you away to Chris. “You look beautiful!” Chris whispered in your ear.
“Not to shabby yourself!” You replied.
The ceremony continued on. Chris said his vows and slipped the diamond band onto your finger. You did the same and slipped a silver band onto his.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” The officiant smiled. “You may now kiss the bride!”
Chris pulled you into him and kissed you sweetly. The kiss lasted for a few seconds while everyone cheered. You both pull away with beaming smiles.
“I love you, Mr. Evans!” You whispered to him.
“I love you more, Mrs. Evans!” He pecked your lips one more time before, he scooped up Olivia and you all exited down the aisle.
Sometimes gifts are better when they are unexpected.
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings:Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings:None.
A/N:This chapter covers a lot of ground. I feel like this chapter may be all over the place, I don’t know. Y’all let me know what you think. I don’t think this is the best chapter. I am also going to try and get out another chapter today.
For the next several days, Yours and Chris’s phones didn’t seem to stop ringing. They were overloaded with notifications. Your went from 1,000 followers to over 10,000 in just a few days. Everything seemed so surreal.
You waited for a million ugly comments to start rolling in, but they never did. Of course, there were some, but it was nothing compared to what you were expecting. It was a relief for you and Chris.
His fans seemed to be responding well to the the news, and that was important. People started to post their congratulations to you both, making your heart swell. Even his co-stars and fellow actors were posting congratulations.
You, Olivia, and Chris were back in L.A. and finally things seemed to be calming down. You and Chris were on the couch while Olivia played in the floor.
“Don’t you think you should be finding a wedding planner?” Chris asked.
You turn your head to look at him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.” You laughed softly.
Chris looked at you. “Where do you think we should have the wedding?”
“I don’t know. I think it depends on how many people we want to invite.” You told him. “Because if we keep it small, just family and really close friends then we can have it wherever, but if you want to go big then I would say either in Boston or Atlanta.”
Chris nodded. “I was thinking just family and close friends. Like Scarlett, Robert, Chris, Renner, Mackie, Seb and a few other people for me. And of course who ever your close friends are.”
You laughed a little. “We kind of share the same close friends. My invites will be family.”
“I guess you’re right.” He laughed.
“What if we had it in your mom’s backyard?” You sat up and looked at Chris. “It is plenty big enough and it’s so pretty.”
“If that’s what you want to do then let’s do it!” He smiled.
The next day you called around and found a great wedding planner out of Boston, her name was Jessica Jones. She told you that she was honored to be yours and Chris’s wedding planner.
You told her that you and Chris wanted to do it in his mom’s backyard, and she thought that was the sweetest and cutest idea.
Jessica said she didn’t want to get to into the planning just yet because she wanted to meet with you and Chris first. You, of course, had to get back with her on a date that you and Chris could get back to Boston.
You went to talk to Chris about when he would be free to go back.
“Why don’t we just move to Boston?” He groaned from the couch.
“Are you serious or just complaining?” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“We could by a house and move then when we get married we can just go home and not worry about flying back here to L.A. where we still live in separate apartments.” Chris went on.
“Ok.” You said. Chris looked at you shocked that you agreed so easily to his statement that was really supposed to be a complaint. “You make some valid points.” You shrugged.
“Ok then.” He laughed. “We are moving to Boston!”
“We are moving to Boston!” You smiled at him.
Chris picked up Olivia. “Do you want to move to Boston?” He asked her.
Olivia clapped and wiggled in his arms. “I think that’s a yes.” You smiled.
You and Chris had lots of details to work through over the next several days. You decided to keep Chris’s apartment in L.A. so, if you were in town, you didn’t have to fuss with a hotel.
As you started to look at you work schedule to see when would be best to make another trip to Boston, you noticed an email from the Marvel Executives. You were confused. You never emailed them directly, that was always your boss of the stunt company you worked for. You showed Chris the unopened email.
“Well, open it.” He said.
You opened it and began to read through it. “No way!” You whispered in utter shock.
“What?” Chris looked over you shoulder.
“They are offering me a job as a full time stunt coordinator for upcoming Marvel projects!” You excitedly told him.
“That’s great baby!” Chris smiled and kissed your head. “Are you going to take it?” He asked.
“I’d be crazy not to!” You looked up at him. “They are offering to pay me triple what I make now.”
You stood up from your desk and wrapped your arms around Chris. “Everything that is happening right now is just so unreal.” You smiled widely at him. “I mean, we are engaged, we are planning to move across the country, and now I get an amazing job offer.”
Chris rubbed his hands up and down your back. “I know baby, a lot has happened in just a few weeks.” He leaned down and pecked your lips.
You couldn’t have been more happy in that moment if you tried. You were marrying your best friend, moving and were going to accept an amazing job offer.
It took some planning, but you and Chris finally had your schedules arranged so you were able to make a trip to Boston to do two things. The first was to meet with Jessica and start planning. The second was meeting with a realtor to look at some a few houses in Boston and the surrounding areas. You left Olivia with Lisa while you two were out.
You met Jessica at her office one morning. She greeted you when you walked through the door.
“Hi, it’s great to finally meet you two!” Jessica shook both yours and Chris’s hand then lead you into a private meeting room. “Ok, I know since your time here is limited, I’ve got a lot for us to go over. And we aren’t in a rush, you two are my only clients for the day.”
You sat down at the large conference table that was covered with lots of things, magazines, fabrics, color swatches, and much more. It was a little overwhelming at first glance for both you and Chris, but as Jessica started explaining, the feelings of being overwhelmed started to dissipate.
“Ok, first thing we need is a date.” Jessica said as she opened a large binder. “Now obviously, if you plan to do the ceremony and reception outside, we need a warmer month.”
You and Chris discussed and decided to have the wedding in September. The weather was warm, but not too hot and it definitely wouldn’t be freezing. From there the details fell into place. You picked the color scheme, an invitation design, the flowers, an arch way for the ceremony, and lots more. The biggest details left to decide were the cake, the menu for the reception, your dress, bridesmaid’s dress, and the tuxes.
By the time your meeting with Jessica was finished, it was well into the afternoon. You and Chris decided to grab a bite to eat before heading back to his mom’s house.
You went into a small Italian restaurant. The hostess seated you at a table and handed you menus. Before either of you can open your menus, a little boy, around five years old runs over to your table.
“You’re Captain America!” He exclaimed. “You are my favorite, after Falcon!” The boy said with a grin.
You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when the boy said Falcon was his #1 favorite.
Chris glanced at you then back to the boy. “Well, I will make sure Falcon knows that I met his #1 fan today.” Chris said with a smile.
Before their conversation could continue, the boy’s mom rushed over. “I am so sorry!” She apologized.
“Mama, look it’s Captain America!” He smiled up at his mom.
“I see, but we have to let him enjoy his meal with his friend.” She told him. She apologized one more time before she began to walk away.
“Wait, why don’t we take a picture before you go?” Chris offered.
The mother turned around. “That’s really not necessary. I hate to bother you anymore.”
“Nonsense, I insist.” Chris stood and picked the boy up and allowed for his mom to take a quick picture.
“Thank you so much, and again I’m so sorry he ran over here.” She said one last time before they walked away.
“You are great with kids, you know that right?” You questioned Chris as he picked up his menu.
“Yeah, I’ve been told I have a way with children.” He smiled.
The rest of you lunch was peaceful. You went back to Lisa’s house and spent what was left of your day lounging around.
The next morning, you met with a realtor to look at a few houses in and around the Boston area. When you talked with the realtor, you and Chris both told him you didn’t want to be in the middle of town.
The realtor showed you several houses, but most of them were in packed neighborhoods where there was only ten feet between two houses.
Finally, the last house he showed you and Chris was out from town and not squished between two other houses. It was in a new neighborhood, that only had a few other houses, but the closest one was a quarter of a mile. It had plenty of room and space. The house was large, with an open concept. It was two stories, stained wood floors, tall ceilings, marble counter tops, built in appliances, five bedrooms, five and a half baths, with an office space, and a three car garage. It was perfect.
After touring the house, you looked up at Chris. He could see it in your eyes that you were in love with the house, and he was too.
Chris turned to the realtor. “We’ll take it!” He smiled.
After finishing up with the realtor, you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Chris could tell by looking at you. It was as if you were glowing. You were in your own little bubble of happiness.
Before leaving Boston, you took Olivia back to the house, just to show her around. You put her down and let her walk around the empty house. She babbled as she walked around the first floor.
Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both watched Olivia. “I think she likes it.” He whispered in your ear then kissed your neck softly.
“I think so too.” You smiled. You giggled softly feeling Chris’s beard against your neck. “Now, I just can’t wait to be here.”
“Me either.” Chris agreed. “Not much longer.”
Once Christmas passed, you started the moving process. You packed up your apartment then packed up parts of Chris’s. It took about a week to get everything boxed up and shipped to Boston. Once everything was shipped and all the ends were tied up in L.A., you headed for Boston to start a new chapter.
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Monday morning came way too fast. You woke up filled with anxiety, Chris did as well. You were both anxious about calling Chris’s agent and announcing your engagement. You were trying to put on a brave face, but inside you really weren’t ready for the reaction of Chris’s fans. You were so uncertain of what they may comment and post.
After breakfast, you and Chris went to the back porch to video chat with his agent. Of course, you had met his agent, Megan. She knew of your relationship. She was a big reason you were able to keep it a secret.
You and Chris sat at the patio table in front of his laptop, waiting. Your anxiety had skyrocketed at this point. You and Chris both took a deep breath as the call from his agent came through. Chris accepted the call and her face pooped up.
“Hey guys!” Megan smiled. “So, what is the reason for this video chat?” She questioned.
You smiled as Chris grabbed your hand and raised it into the view of the camera. “Well, I may have done something.” He joked.
“Oh my gosh!” Megan was shocked to say the least. She was happy, but as soon as she processed it, she started to think of all the articles and interviews that were going to want to be done and how Chris’s fanbase would react.
“Congratulations!” She smiled. “Are you calling because we need a cover up or because we want to make an official announcement before the tabloids?”
“The second one.” Chris told her. You nodded in agreement.
“Well, you have an tv appearance coming up this Friday with Jimmy Fallon. Do you want to do it then?” She asked.
Chris looked at you. He wanted this to be as much your decision as his. “Um, yeah, I guess that’s fine.” You shrugged.
“Y/N, we can find another way. You just have to say so.” Chris rested his hand on your leg.
“I just didn’t think I would have to go on tv or in front of an audience.” You admitted. “But, I want to do this as soon as possible. So, if I have to go in front of a live audience then I will do it.”
“Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in any way.” Chris truly didn’t want to push you out of your comfort zone. He knew you weren’t used to the big audiences and the cameras in your face. You did the work off camera and that is where you were comfortable.
You took another breath and nodded. “I’m sure.” You told him. Maybe this way there wouldn’t be as much backlash. There wouldn’t be a post to harbor all the comments, good or bad.
“Alrighty then, I will call the producers and work out the details.” Megan smiled. “Again, congrats! Love you guys! I’ll see you in New York Friday morning!”
You both said goodbye before Chris ended the call and closed the laptop. You were hoping that your anxiety would decrease with the call to Megan, but it only seemed to increase.
Chris was not much better. He was stressing for you. He knew the fear of being in front of a live audience and it being broadcasted on tv. Chris turned to you and opened his arms to you. You got up and curled up in his lap.
“We are going to be ok after this, right?” You asked as you hid your face in Chris’s neck.
“Y/N, no matter what happens, no one can change the way I feel about you. I want you and Olivia for the rest of my life. I want to come home to you. I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives. I want Olivia to be a big sister, and I want to watch our kids run around in a big backyard.” Chris explained in a reassuring tone as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
You couldn’t help the tears that started to flow. Chris moved back to look at you.
“Why are you crying, hun?” Chris asked as he wiped the tears.
“Because, you are just too good to me. I don’t know what I would have done this last year without you.” You sniffed.
“You would have made it work. I know you, and you are not a quitter and you don’t give up easily.” Chris brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I know you are worried about being in front of a live audience and being in front of the cameras instead of behind them, but we are in this together, until the end.” He kissed your forehead then pulled back with a smile.
You let out a breath and nodded. “Until the end.” You whispered.
Chris leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back before you were interrupted by Lisa opening the patio door.
“A certain one year old is awake and is wanting her mother.” She laughed.
You stood from Chris’s lap and went inside to get Olivia. Your anxiety was still present, but it was better after Chris calmed you down. You knew things were going to get harder, but as long as you had each other, things would be ok.
The rest of the week flew by and you were on your way to New York. Megan had a car service pick you, Olivia and Chris up and drive you to your hotel. Megan also arranged for you all to enter a side entrance instead of the main one. She led you up to your room. You stepped through the door and were greeted with the nicest hotel room you’d ever seen. You had stepped into just the living room area, there were still two bedrooms and two bathrooms to see.
You bags were delivered to your room while Megan went over the plan for the announcement. You were sitting on the couch holding Olivia as she napped. Chris sat in the arm chair to your left.
As Megan talked, you anxiety began to bubble up again. It had majorly decreased since Monday, but it was rising again.
“So, Chris you will go out first and do your normal thing. Talk about your movie and what not, then we’ve told Jimmy to ask you if anything happened over the holiday or if you had any big news to share, just something along those lines.” Megan explained. “Then you will answer and Jimmy is going to ask who your mystery fiance is, you answer and then you say, ‘She’s actually here with me tonight.’ then Jimmy will say ‘lets bring her out here’ and then you will come in.” She looked to you.
“Got it!” You nodded.
“And I will keep Olivia backstage with me. If you want to bring her up with Jimmy, I did send him a few photos of all three of you together, but I was very clear that those should only be shown if you talk about her.” Megan continued.
Chris looked over at you to make sure you were ok with everything. You gave him a nod to let him know you were ok.
“Everything is going to be ok.” You said with a small smile.
Chris nodded in agreement. “You are right. We are going to make it through this.”
You were filled with anxiety. There was so much left in the unknown. Chris was known for being a handsome bachelor. How were fans going to react to the news of him being off the market? What were people going to think of you? How would they react when they found out you had a child? These were all contributing factors to your stress.
“Ok, I’m going to leave you three to have some peace and quiet for a little while. Stylist will be here around 4:30 to start getting you both ready for the show. I’ve got a few things to do then I’m going to pick up lunch, I’ll be back at 12:30.” Megan gathered her things and left the room.
It was a little after 10 when Megan left, leaving you with maybe two hours to yourself. You sighed and leaned your head back against the couch. You were just trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.
You decided you needed to let out some steam before you exploded. You laid Olivia in one of the bed and left to go to the gym. Chris looked as if he was as calm as ever, but really he was nervous. On one hand, he liked his privacy and to have things just for himself, but on the other hand, he wanted to be able to go out freely with you and Olivia and not worry about who sees or takes a picture. He knew this was for the best.
You spent an hour in the gym. You ran two miles then spent forty minutes on the punching bag. By the time you finished, you were drenched in seat but you felt a million times better. Even though you were breathing heavy, you felt as if you could breath. You went back up to the room and headed straight to the shower.
Megan came in with lunch just as you finished getting dressed after your shower. Olivia was up from her nap and playing with Chris in the small living room. Chris was holding her up by hands and helping her walk. When she laid eyes on you she started to walk faster. Chris let her go and she walked all by herself all the way to you. You and Chris cheered excitedly as you scooped her up.
“Livie, you just walked! You are getting to be such a big girl!” You kissed her cheeks.
Chris walked over and kissed her cheeks as well. He smiled at her proudly as she babbled away in your arms.
After lunch, you relaxed a little more before the stylists showed up. At 4:30, Megan let them into the room. They rolled in a clothing rack, several suitcases and more. They were followed by hair and makeup artists.
The stylists set up in one bedroom while the hair and makeup was set up in the living room.
You were amazed by what all was going on. This was the part of the movie world you weren’t ever apart of. The stylists started with your outfit. They brought several options. You finally made a decision on the dress, then your shoes and jewelry. Once you finished, they sent you to hair and makeup. While it was all happening, you forgot about your stress and you anxiety. You just enjoyed being the center of attention. The hair and makeup artists complimented you on your skin and your hair. The compliments brought a smile to your face.
While your makeup was being done, Olivia wanted to sit with you. You held her in your lap as your makeup was applied. The artist occasionally brushed Olivia’s cheeks with a brush, making her giggle.
What seemed to be many hours later, you and Chris were finally dressed and ready.
Megan dressed Olivia for the night. Once she was dressed, you all headed down to the cars to head to the studio for the show. After you workout and being treated like a star, your anxiety and stress had dissolved. You started to realize you were working you self up over something you cannot control. You can only control your actions and emotions, not everyone else’s.
On the ride to the studio, you let Chris in on your sudden realizations. He noticed that you seemed much calmer from this morning, which in turn helped him to calm down. By the time you reached the studio, he was much calmer and ready to take on this interview.
You entered through the back doors and went into a green room. You sat down on a couch with Olivia as you waited to be told what to do. A crew member came in and put a microphone on him.
The show started and was playing on a tv in the green room. Olivia saw Chris on the tv and started to make grabby hands. You and Megan laughed softly. You watch as Chris promoted his new movie and talked about different things.
It went to a commercial break, and a crew member came to put a microphone on you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took a calming breath.
“So, Chris, how was your thanksgiving? Did anything exciting happen?” Jimmy questioned Chris.
Chris chuckled and wiped his hands down his thighs. “Well, Jimmy, since you asked. Something exciting did happen.” He paused.
“Ok, come out with it. We are all on edge!” Jimmy exclaimed as if he didn’t already know.
“I am now an engaged man.” Chris said. The audience gasped then cheered.
“Wait, we didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.” Jimmy lied.
“Yeah, we tried to keep it that way.” Chris laughed.
“So, who is your fiance?” Jimmy asked.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N, she is a stunt coordinator for Marvel. That’s how we met.” Chris explained. “She’s actually here with me tonight.” He smiled.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s get her out here.” Jimmy looked to the producers as if they were rushing to get you out there.
A few minutes passed and the door slid open to reveal you. Chris stood from the couch walked over to you. He kissed your cheek sweetly then escorted you over to Jimmy. You reached out and shook his hand then sat down at the end of the couch Chris was previously occupying.
“So nice to meet you, Y/N.” Jimmy smiled.
“Nice to meet you too!” You smiled at him then glanced at Chris.
“How long have you been keeping this relationship a secret?” Jimmy looked at you and Chris.
“Well, we’ve been together for five months, that’s just officially as a couple.” You explained. “but, over this past year we’ve been together a lot.” As you tried to explain, you realized you would have to tell the whole story, including Olivia.
Jimmy gave you both a questioning look. “We should probably just tell the full story.” Chris said.
And you did. You and Chris told a shortened version of the whole story, so people didn’t think you were both rushing into being engaged. Even with the story some people probably thought you were being crazy and rushing things.
When you talked about Olivia, they would show pictures of her with you and Chris.
The rest of the show was great. The audience was amazing. They laughed and cheered, and that helped ease you into being in front of them.
Once the show ended, you headed back into the green room to get Olivia. It was close to eleven at night and she was sacked out on a couch covered by your coat.
You all made your ways out to the cars and headed for the hotel. Both of your phones were blowing up with notifications. You looked at Chris.
“I say we just turn them off until in the morning.” You shrugged.
“Sounds like a great plan.” He smile and kissed you.
You both shut your phones off and put them into the pockets of your coats. There was nothing that could be said that would ruin what you and Chris had at that moment.
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings:None.
A/N: Y’all I really trying to get this wrapped up because I start college Monday and I know I won’t be able to give this any attention after that. So, that’s why I’ve been updating like crazy! But, IT’S FINALLY HERE! THE MOMENT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!
You didn’t suspect a thing. Chris had done an amazing job at hiding the fact that he was going to propose in just a few days. Your mom, Lisa, Carly, and Shana helped Chris with every detail, even though there wasn’t much. Chris didn’t want it to be over the top and extravagant. He just wanted to show you how much he loved you but in a simple way.
Chris had already picked out the ring. He went to Tiffany & Co. while he was in New York on a project. He did it even without having your parents permission because he always knew he wanted to pick his future wife’s ring from Tiffany’s.
Chris spent a good portion of his off day looking over the extensive collection, but he finally made a decision and hoped you would be in love with it. He took the small blue box back with him to his hotel room and stuffed it into his suitcase and it had been there ever since.
Finally, it was thanksgiving day. Chris’s stress level was through the roof. He had a gut feeling you would say yes, but there was still a tiny bit of fear in him that you would say no.
Everyone was up and dressed for the day. You dressed very stylish but still comfortable, no one wants to be uncomfortable on thanksgiving. Olivia had a cute pumpkin outfit to wear for the day.
Once everyone was at the house, Lisa wanted everyone to take pictures. Lisa pushed everyone out into the backyard for pictures. Chris rushed upstairs to grab the ring from his suitcase. As Chris walked outside, his heart was beating out of his chest. He took a breath before stepping out of the door. The backyard was filled with trees that were covered in orange, yellow, and red leaves, it was beautiful. Pictures were taken of Chris’s family, your family, Chris and his siblings, you and Olivia, then you, Olivia, and Chris.
Carly snapped what you thought was the last picture, then Shana speaks up. “Y/N, why don’t you and Chris get one by yourselves? Here, I’ll take Olivia.” Shana stepped over to take her.
“Oh, yeah sure.” You said.
“You don’t want to take a picture with me?” Chris faked offense.
You rolled your eyes. “Yes, of course, I want to take a picture with you!” You both laughed.
It took a second because Olivia was being slightly clingy that morning. You turned your back to Chris as Shana pulled Olivia off of you, all while Scott was filming the whole thing. With your back turned, it allowed Chris just enough time to slip the ring from his pocket and get down onto one knee.
Finally, you got Olivia off of you and turned back to Chris, but he was gone. You looked down and gasped. Chris was on his knee holding a Tiffany blue box in front of you.
“Chris.” You barely whispered.
Chris looked up at you and lost his whole speech he had planned in his head.
“Y/N, I had this whole speech about how wonderful and amazing you are but now that I’m looking at you, I can’t even think straight.” Everyone laughed. “So, I’ll just ask you a simple question. Will you marry me?” Chris looked up at you with hope filled eyes.
You covered your mouth as tears slowly slid down your cheeks. You nodded your head. “Yes! Yes, of course!”
Chris stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Chris pulled away and slid the diamond ring onto your finger.
“Chris, it’s beautiful!” You looked down in awe of the stunning diamonds now adorning your left hand.
“You like it? Because if it’s too much we can-” You cut Chris off.
“I love it!” You smiled.
Chris let out a breath of relief. It was like a thousand pounds had been removed from his shoulders. After a few more pictures, everyone went back inside where it was warm then they started to gush over your ring and the proposal.
A few hours later around the dinner table you asked, “Ok, so who all knew?”
Everyone around the table sported a sheepish grin but Olivia. You laughed.
“I can’t believe you all knew!” You shook your head.
Everyone continued to talk about the engagement then Lisa and your parents started to share stories of their earlier days in marriage. It was so sweet being able to hear the stories and spend time with so many people who loved you.
Once dinner was finished and all the dishes were done, everyone started to head back to their own homes or up to their rooms. You, Olivia, and Chris went up and started to get ready for bed. You put Olivia down after putting her in her pajamas. Chris climbed into the bed clad in just his boxers. You changed and washed your face then climbed into bed next to Chris.
“Do you think we should tell people?” You asked. “I know you like your privacy and I do too, but I feel like it would be better for us to announce it on our own terms rather than have some tabloid do it.”
Chris took a breath. “I like this not having anyone know but our families, but it’s going to get harder when all the planning starts. So, maybe it would be okay to release a statement. I just don’t want my crazy fanbase to ruin this.” He admitted. “There are some crazy people who will just comment hateful and mean things just to bring others down. I don’t want that to get to you.”
“I would love to say words can’t hurt me, but that isn’t the truth. I’ll just have to realize when it’s time to maybe step back from social media and if I let it get to me, I’ll have you to reassure me.” You smiled up at Chris then leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss.
“Ok, I’ll call my agent Monday. We can release a statement, but for the next few days let’s just enjoy being engaged with just our families knowing.” Chris kissed your forehead then laid back.
“Agreed.” You laid your head against his chest. “Good night.”
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings:Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings:None.
A/N: another chapter in under three hours! This is pure fluff! There’s literally so much fluff! I also added pictures just for the heck of it.
After a two weeks spent in Sudbury with Chris, you and Olivia headed back to L.A. Chris insisted on coming back with you, but you talked him into staying a little while longer, since he doesn’t get much time with his family when he was working.
Once you were back home for a few days, you started to plan Olivia’s first birthday party. Her birthday was November 25 falling two days before Thanksgiving. Olivia didn’t attend daycare so there were no children to really invite. The only children Olivia had been around for a significant amount of time were Chris’s nieces and nephews. An idea popped into your head, so you called Chris.
“Hey babe! What are you up to?” Chris asked.
“Hey. I just started thinking about Olivia’s birthday coming up. I want to plan a party for her, but the only kid’s she has really been around have been the kids in your family.”
Before you could go on Chris interrupted you. “They would love to celebrate Livie’s birthday!” Chris said excitedly.
“I know they would babe, but her birthday is two days before thanksgiving and that would be super hectic trying to travel from Boston to Los Angeles. And my parents are going to have to fly from Atlanta.” You let out an exasperated sigh.
“Hey, don’t stress. We will figure this out, ok?” He calmed you.
“Yeah, ok.” You leaned back against your couch.
“I know you just got back, but what if you had Olivia’s birthday here at my mom’s house?” Chris offered. “My family could be there and it would be a lot less travel time for your parents as well. We could have it the weekend before thanksgiving that way you and your parents could get back to Atlanta to have thanksgiving as a family or we could have one big thanksgiving together, totally up to you and your family.”
“Chris, I couldn’t ask that of your family.” You shook you head even though he couldn’t see you.
“You aren’t asking. I am offering.” Chris said, and you know he had his signature smirk on his face. “I’ll even ask my mom now if it’s ok with her.”
Before you could put a stop to his actions, you hear him call out for his mom. You faintly heard him explain the proposition then you heard a gasp. “Oh! I would love to have Olivia’s party here and meet her family. She is such a sweetheart, I can only imagine what her parents are like.”
“Ma, she is on the phone.” Chris told her.
“She is? Let me speak with her.” Lisa took the phone from Chris’s hand and placed it to her ear.
“Y/N, hun, I would love to help you with Olivia’s party and have you and your parents over for thanksgiving.” Lisa happily said.
“Thank you, Miss Lisa. I really don’t want to impose on your family during the holidays. Maybe I could celebrate with my parents then bring Olivia to Sudbury to celebrate with y’all.” You explained to Lisa.
“I promise you wouldn’t be imposing. The more the merrier around here, but I also understand where you are coming from. Why don’t you talk it over with you parents then get back with Chris or myself?” Lisa stated.
“Yes ma’am, will do.” You smiled.
Lisa bid you goodbye then gave the phone back to Chris.
“So, how does thanksgiving in Massachusetts sound?” Chris said with a laugh.
“Chris, I just don’t know. I feel like I’m mooching off you and your family if I take your offer.”
“You’re not mooching.” Chris said flatly. “ My family really likes you. I don’t think they would offer that to just anyone, Y/N.”
“Just let me talk to my parents, and I will let you know.” You told Chris.
“Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you!” Chris said.
“I love you too.” You responded before ending the call.
You let out an exaggerated sigh and through your head back. “What are we going to do Livie?”
Olivia just babbled in response.
A little while later, you called your mom. When you explained Chris’s offer to her, she agreed that it would be a good idea. She wasn’t too sure on the thanksgiving part, but letting Olivia celebrate with both families would be best. She knew Chris had become a fundamental part of Olivia’s life and yours, so how could she not let him be apart of her first birthday.
After your phone call with your mom, you called Chris back to tell him that your parents agreed to having Olivia’s party in Sudbury. Chris had met your parents briefly when they visited you and Olivia in New York while filming. You were still nervous for his whole family to meet them.
After a few weeks of planning, you and Lisa had everything ready for Olivia’s birthday. Lisa had the idea for the theme to be donuts, and it turned out super cute. Lisa ordered a cake for Olivia to smash, one to eat, and tons of donuts of all flavors.
You and Olivia flew back to Boston two days before the party. The day before the party your parents flew in. You, Olivia, and Chris picked them up from the airport and took them to eat before taking them to their hotel.
The day of the party arrived and it was all about Olivia. You couldn’t ask for anything better. Chris went to pick up your parents while you got Olivia dressed. You didn’t know there was an underlying reason for Chris wanting to go alone.
He left earlier than needed to pick up your parents, but he had a plan. Before bringing them back to the house he stopped at a small cafe to have coffee with your parents.
You parent’s sat down at a small table with Chris after receiving their order.
“Chris, is there any particular reason you’ve brought us here?” Your mother, Tara, asked.
“Yes ma’am there is.” He said. To your parents it was obvious he was nervous about something and they had an inkling of what it might be. Chris took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I know Y/N and I have only been officially together for a few months, but I’ve known her for several years. This year having her in my life has been the best thing I could have asked for.” He took another breath. “She is an amazing woman. She loves everyone she meets no matter what, she is loyal, kind, smart, compassionate, and beautiful. I can’t imagine the rest of my life with out her or Olivia.” He looks you father straight in the eyes. “I would like your permission to ask her marry to marry me.”
Your parents were in awe of Chris’s speech about you. They can see the love for not only you but also for Olivia pouring out of him. They look at each other and smile.
“You have our permission.” You father, Shane, answered.
Chris’s smile could have split his face it was so wide. “Thank you!” He said with a sigh of relief.
They still had some time before they needed to be back, so your mother asked. “Do you have an idea of when you would like to ask her?”
“Well, I would really like to do it soon. I am not the best secret keeper.” He laughed softly. “I would like to ask her on thanksgiving, so I would really like it of you two joined our family for thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.”
Your mother pursued her lips. “Since you are going to propose, we will stay.” Your mom smiled. Chris smiled victoriously, his plan was coming together perfectly.
They continued their conversation for just a few more minutes then it was time to head home for the party.
Chris and your parents arrived forty-five minutes before the start time of the party. Lisa’s house was decorated beautifully for the occasion. Streamers and balloons were every where, along with pictures of Olivia that Lisa had acquired from Chris.
You walked down the stairs with Olivia in your arms, she was bathed and ready for the party. She was a little cranky about the tutu she had on, but she was slowly calming down.
Your mom gasped at Olivia’s outfit and immediately went to take her from you. You smiled and passed her over. You gave Chris a question look, he responded with a nonchalant shrug.
Once your mom was finished gushing about Olivia’s outfit, you lead them into the kitchen to meet Lisa.
Lisa and your parents hit it off. They fell into easy conversation as your mom started to help Lisa with the finishing touches of the decorations.
It was finally party time and Carly and Shana both showed up with the rest of the kids. The children were in awe of all the sweets laid out in front of them. Scott arrived with armfuls of gifts.
“Scott! You did not!” You gasped as he set the gift bags down.
“I absolutely did!” He smirked. Scott took Olivia from Chris’s arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
The party continued. Your mom placed the small cake on the tray of the high chair for Olivia to smash. Before you let her destroy the cake, you mom wanted a picture. You put Olivia in the high chair and stood just to the side for the picture.
“Chris get in there!” You mom motioned with her hand.
He couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face. He joined the picture then allowed Olivia to dig in to her cake.
Everyone gathered around to watch Olivia smash her cake, and smashed it was. She had frosting all over her arms and face. You all snapped pictured of the happy birthday girl as she licked the cake and frosting from her hands.
The official party ended after two or so hours. With everyone around clean up didn’t take much time. The left over food was all stored away and the decorations were taken down. All of Olivia’s gifts had been placed in the corner of the living room for her to play with later. The kids had crashed from their sugar highs and were napping in the playroom on pallets.
All the adults gathered around the living room to enjoy the quiet. Scott, Chris and your dad watched a football game while all the women just laid around.
“Miss Lisa, I can’t thank you enough for everything. It was absolutely beautiful!” You told her as you looked through your pictures.
“Oh, hun, it was not a big deal! It was nice to do the planning and have the party here. It reminded me of having my own children’s parties here.” She smiled at you.
The rest of the evening was quiet. Everyone laid around and munched on party food. You leaned against Chris not thinking of anything other than the day you had. Chris looked as if he was focused on the game on tv, but really his sole focus was planning the perfect proposal with just a few short days.
Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for “Avengers: Age of Ultron.” You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)
Pairings:Chris Evans x Reader
Series Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cussing
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings:None.
A/N: Olivia is approaching is around 11 months in this chapter. I just wrote this in under three hours……so.
One night, Shana decided to let all the kids go over to her house and play while her mom and Chris made dinner. Carly also joined Shana while keeping the kids. Chris was out on the back patio grilling hamburgers for dinner. You finished helping Lisa with preparing the condiments and sides then you slipped out onto the back patio.
You slowly walked up behind Chris and wrapped your arms around him. He knew it was you by your hands.
“Hey, baby.” Chris said softly.
“Hi.” You whispered back and laid your head against his back.
You both stayed quiet, just enjoying the sounds of outside around you. Chris laid his spatula down and turned in your arms so you were against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked around at the backyard he grew up in. You looked up at him then out in the same direction he we was looking.
“It’s nice here.” You said quietly.
“You think so?” He questioned.
“Yeah, this seems like a good place for a family.” You said looking up at him. “It’s not quite a small town in the south, but it’s still nice.” You laughed softly.
“Where would you rather raise your family, here is Sudbury or in Atlanta?” Chris asked.
“Wherever I’m with you.” You smiled.
Chris looks down at you with his eyes full of love and adoration. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered and leaned in to kiss you.
“I love you too.” You whispered back just before your lips met. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces.
“So, you would want to raise a family with me?” Chris gave you a questioning look.
“Most definitely! You are amazing with Olivia. I can’t imagine what you would be like with your own children.” You said while running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning back to the burgers on the grill. You took a seat on the patio chair and watched Chris. A few minutes later the back door opened, revealing Carly holding Olivia.
“Olivia, who is that?” Carly pointed to you.
“Mama!” She said clearly.
You gasp and reach out for her. “Good job, baby girl!” You cheered proudly. Chris turned around to see Olivia giggling in your arms.
“Who is it, Livie?” Chris questioned her.
“Mama!” She said again. Chris smiled at her proudly.
You smiled at him, you mind filling with thoughts of having children with him and him looking at them the way he was looking at Olivia. Chris looked at you before taking Olivia from your arms. He kissed her cheeks as she giggled. After holding her for a few minutes, he handed her back so he could take the hamburgers off the grill. You opened the back door for him and followed him inside the house.
“Ma, did you hear Olivia say her first word?” Chris asked his mother as he placed the tray on the counter.
“No, I didn’t! I want to hear.” She smiled excitedly.
“Livie, who is that?” Chris asked her as he pointed to you.
“Mama!” She giggled.
“Oh my!” Lisa grinned and clapped. “Such a smart girl!”
You kissed Olivia’s cheeks and tickled her as you held her. “Don’t blink! Before you know it she’ll be all grown up!” Lisa said with a smile.
Soon, dinner was served and everyone gathered around the outdoor dining table.
“So, Chris, when do you plan on popping the big question?” Scott asked his brother teasingly with a hint of seriousness.
You nearly choked on your chip you were eating. Chris’s stared daggers into his brother.
“Scott!” Lisa reprimanded. “That is not an appropriate question for the dinner table.”
You took a sip of your drink to stop your coughing.
“Ma, I was just kidding!” Scott defended himself.
The rest of dinner was filled with mindless conversation. You stayed rather quiet until it was over. You helped Lisa wash the dishes as everyone else hung out in the living room.
“I apologize for Scott’s behavior earlier, Y/N.” Lisa said as she dried a dish.
“There’s no need to apologize. It was a harmless comment.” You half smiled at her.
“I don’t mean to pry, Y/N, and I know its only been a few months since you and Chris have officially been together, but do you see a future with my son?” She set the dish down and turned her full attention to you, you followed suit.
“If I’m being honest with you and myself, yes ma’am. I see myself building a life with Chris.” You started to blush. “He treats me so well, and he has always been understanding of my situation with Olivia. I think since the night I got the call about my sister, I have seen a future with him.”
Lisa smiled brightly and pulled you into a tight hug. “Y/N, you are an amazing woman. After meeting you just a few short days ago, I’ve know that there is no one better for Chris than you.”
You teared up at her comment. “Just promise me you will take care of him. He needs it.” She laughed softly.
“Yes ma’am. I promise.” You laughed.
“Hey, what’s going on in here?” You heard Chris ask from the kitchen door.
You pulled away from Lisa and wiped the stray tears. “Nothing, just dong dishes.” You smiled at him.
Olivia was asleep against his shoulder. “Alright then, I was going to go put Livie down, but I figured you would want to kiss her good night.”
“Ugh this man in literally perfect” You thought. He knew that even if Olivia was asleep, you would always kiss her and tell you loved her.
Chris brought her over to you. You kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. You smiled up at him before he took her to your shared bedroom.
Once you and Lisa finished the dishes, you decided to head up to bed for the night. You went into the bedroom you and Chris were sharing. As you stepped in, Chris was closing the bathroom door.
“I’m going to shower.” You said grabbing your pajamas and stepping into the bathroom.
After your shower, you crawled into the bed with Chris. You curled up next to him, you head against his chest.
“So, do you want to tell me what you and my mom were talking about?” Chris asked in a whisper as he ran his hand over your back.
You internally debated with yourself for a moment before deciding to tell him. If things were going to really be serious, you had to be open and honest.
“After your brother’s question at dinner, your mom asked me if I saw a future with you.” You looked up at Chris, you could just barely make out his features in the dark. “And I told her, yes I do. I know it’s only been a few months but you’ve been through a lot with me in just under a year.” You took a breath. “You’ve been my compass through times when I didn’t know which way to go. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I love you, Chris Evans.”
Chris was lost for words at your outpour. He kissed your forehead, then your nose then your lips. “I love you too, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
“Do you see a future with me?” You asked shyly. You were glad it was dark because you wouldn’t have been able to make eye contact if there was light.
“I can’t imagine one without you or Olivia.” He stated. “Thank you for letting me in and letting me help you and be your compass.”
Chris kissed your forehead one more time before you both fell asleep. It was the best sleep you had in ages.
Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.
Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader
Warnings: None.
A/N:Ok, honestly I think this chapter is kind of sucky. It’s been sitting in my drafts and I knew i needed to finish it so i could update. So, sorry in advance if this is sucky.
Two weeks later, you, Olivia, and Chris were on your way to Boston. You had over packed both yourself and Olivia. You were just so unsure of what you would need, what the weather would be like, so you just packed every essential for just about any type of weather. Luckily, your suitcase was huge so, you and Olivia were both packed in it. You packed a carry-on with some of Olivia’s things as well. You put everything by the door as you waited for Chris.
Chris pulled up to your apartment and headed inside to help you with your luggage. It was around six in the morning, so, only you were awake. It was always easier to get ready to leave if Olivia was asleep. Chris knocked on the door. You ran over and let him, shushing him as he entered. He gave you a questioning look.
“Livie is still sleeping. I’d like to keep it that way.” You explained in hushed tone.
“Well, we kind of need to be leaving, so you need to go wake her up.” He stated matter-of-factly.
“Ok, I’ll go get her up and ready to leave.” You started to walk away, but Chris grabbed your arm and pulled you into him. “What?”
He leaned in and kissed you softly. “Now you can go get Olivia up.” Chris smiled down at you before taking your bags down to his car.
You quietly went into the bedroom and woke Olivia up. She was not happy with you at all. Olivia cried as you changed her diaper and put her into her onesie to travel. You were mixing a bottle when Chris walked back into the apartment. She immediately stopped crying and reached for him.
“Oh, good morning, love bug! Are you cranky because mama woke you up?” Chris cooed at the eight month old as he took her from you.
You rolled your eyes and handed Chris the bottle. He chuckled and took the bottle. You finished packing your carry-on then started turning off lights.
“Ok. I’m ready.” You smiled at Chris.
“Let’s hit it!” He turned off the kitchen lights and headed for the door.
You followed Chris out and shut the door. You made sure it was locked then walked down the stairs to the car.
Chris buckled Olivia into her car seat then went around to the driver side. You got in the passenger side and buckled up.
The drive to the airport was mostly quiet, the radio played creating some back ground noise.
You zoned out while looking out of the window. Your mind was filled with anxious thoughts. You had heard great things about Chris’s family, but it didn’t help the nervousness you were feeling.
You were brought out of your thoughts by Chris placing his hand on your thigh.
“You ok?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m just nervous.” You admitted to Chris. “I know your family is probably the sweetest people on the planet, but I’m just anxious.”
“Sweetheart, it’s ok to be nervous and anxious. My family can be a bit over the top, so I’m glad you told me.” He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “It’s all going to be ok.”
You smiled at him and nodded. A few minutes later you pulled into the parking garage if the airport.
Once you had Olivia strapped in the chest carrier, you help Chris get the luggage.
All the luggage was out of the car, but before you could go into the airport, Chris put on his Boston cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. You couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“What?” He looked over at you.
“You really think that fools anyone?” You asked as you grabbed the handle to your suitcase.
“I know it doesn’t but it’s all I got.” He grabbed his suitcase and locked the car.
“Well, I’ll keep my distance so no one gets suspicious.” You said jokingly, but Chris thought you were serious.
“What? No! I don’t care if people are suspicious.” He said walking over to you.
“Chris, I was only joking.” You assured him.
“Oh, good! I thought you were serious.” He blushed.
You both went into the airport and went to check in for your flight. Once you were checked in, you and Chris found your gate and sat down. Olivia was still asleep against your chest.
“Do you want a coffee or something to eat?” Chris asked as he placed his carryon by the chair you were sitting in.
“Coffee would be great.” You smiled at him. He nodded and went to find a coffee cart. Chris had to hold himself back from kissing you, even if all he wanted to do was give you a quick peck. He didn’t want to risk it. He didn’t want you to worry about pictures being taken and posted.
Chris found a coffee cart and ordered. Once he had both coffees, he made his way back to you. When he got back, he found you holding an awake Olivia. She was bouncing around in your lap and gurgling. Chris handed you your coffee with a smile then sat down. You sipped on your coffee while you waited for your flight to board.
Forty-five minutes later, your flight started to board. You and Chris made it to your seats and got situated for the flight.
Once you were in the air, Olivia went to sleep. Six hours later and you landed in Boston at Logan International Airport. You let everyone else get off before you and Chris even attempted to get up from your seats. Chris helped you get Olivia strapped into the carrier then you grabbed your carryon. You both exited the plane and made your way to baggage claim.
Chris grabbed the the luggage and Olivia’s car seat as it went by. You checked to make sure you had everything then you followed Chris out of the airport.
“My brother is picking us up.” Chris smiled at you.
“Oh, I can’t wait to meet him.” You said to him.
Once you both exited the doors of the airport, you heard Chris’s name being called. You both looked over to see his brother waving and yelling. You couldn’t help but laugh. You followed Chris over to the car.
Chris embraced the younger man in a hug then he turned to look at you.
“Scott, this is my girlfriend Y/N and her daughter Olivia.” Chris said proudly.
“Nice to meet you! I’m Scott!” He reached out and shook your hand. “Well, lets get going. Everyone is really excited to meet you.” Scott said.
You anxiety seemed to spike at that comment. Chris noticed the slightest change in your facial expression as he helped Scott load the luggage. Chris walked over and placed his hands on your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s going to be ok. There is lots of space at the house and even a small guest house, so if you and Olivia need to sneak away you can.” Chris said reassuringly. “I’ll be with you every second if you need me to be.” He smiled.
You let out a breath and nodded. Once the car seat was put into the car, you all loaded up. Chris sat up front with Scott who was driving and you sat in the back with Olivia.
Scott pulled away from the airport and headed for the house. Thirty minutes later, you were pulling up to a beautiful house in the Sudbury, Massachusetts. Scott parked and turned the car off. As soon as you opened the car door, the front door of the house was opening and several children came running out followed by adults.
The children immediately ran to hug Chris. He bent down and wrapped his arms around them all. The sight warmed your heart because you know just how much this man loves his family.
You fully got out of the vehicle and began to unbuckle Olivia. She was once again sleeping, so you were being careful not to wake her. Once you had her out and against your chest, you turned around and were met with lots of eyes on you. You smiled at everyone as you held Olivia.
Chris noticed Olivia was sleeping. “Everyone this is Y/N and Olivia.” He said quietly. “Olivia seems to be warn out from our trip here.” He chuckled.
Chris reached over and took Olivia, so you could meet everyone.
“Hi, I’m Lisa, Chris’s mom.” Lisa introduced herself then pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back and it was actually calming. “This is Shana and Carly, Chris’s sisters.” She pulled away and introduced them. They both hugged you as well.
“It’s nice to finally meet y’all! I’ve heard lots of good things.” You smiled.
“Well, we are really glad to meet you as well hun.” Lisa smiled. “Do you mind?” Lisa asked gesturing to Olivia.
“No, not at all.” You said. Lisa walked over and took Olivia from Chris, who pouted slightly.
“Now, you boys bring all the luggage in.” Lisa said as she turned to walk inside the house. You laughed softly and followed Carly and Shana.
You all went into the living room and sat down. “Y/N, she is a beautiful little girl.” Lisa complimented as her grandchildren gathered around her to look at the unfamiliar baby.
“Thank you!” You smiled.
“So, I hope you don’t mind, but Chris explained the full story to me about how Olivia became yours.” Lisa looked at you.
“Oh yes ma’am, it is totally fine. He asked if he could tell you.” You explained. “It was actually just recently that I allowed myself to see her as my daughter and not my niece.”
You, Lisa, Carly, and Shana continued to talk as Scott and Chris toted the luggage to Chris’s old bedroom.
Chris joined you all a few moments later. He sat down beside his mom and admired Olivia’s sleeping form.
“She is quite the sleeper, isn’t she ma?” Chris laughed softly.
“I’d have to say so, the kids have been romping around and she hasn’t budged.” She agreed.
“Man, I wish mine were like that.” Shana laughed.
“Yeah, I got pretty lucky in that department.” You said. “We’ve only had a handful of nights that were tough.” You admitted to them.
After a few more minutes of talking, Olivia began to wake up. Lisa cooed at her as she stretched. Once she saw Chris from the corner of her eye, she reached for him. Lisa handed her over to him and she began to coo at him.
“Is she forming any words yet?” Lisa questioned as she watched Chris with Olivia.
“Yes, we’ve been working on mama mostly and banana.” You said with a laugh. “Banana is mainly ‘nana’ and mama is almost there.”
Everyone sat around for a while before it was time to start on dinner. Lisa made her way to the kitchen followed by Carly and Shana. You moved over by Chris and Olivia. Scott and Chris continued to talk while you made faces at Olivia.
“Chris, mom wants you.” Carly stuck her head out from the kitchen.
Chris handed Olivia to you then went into the kitchen. You sat down on the floor so Olivia could crawl around.
Chris walked into the kitchen only to be met with three women staring at him. He raised his eyebrow in question to all of them.
“Chris that girl is literally perfect!” Shana said in a hushed tone.
“Agreed!” said Carly. “You need to pop the question already.” Carly added.
“Girls.” Lisa looked at them. “That is not what I wanted to talk to you about.” She told Chris. “I just wanted to say that, I really like her. She is very kind, she loves kids and doing a lot on her own. She is also beautiful.” Lisa smiled at him as she continued to cook at the stove. “You have a good one, Chris, don’t let her slip away.”
A/N: ITS OUT!! Part 3 to ruined as promised (not 6 months later haha). Enjoy and don’t forget to like and reblog. Feedback is always welcome
It had been 10 years since she last saw Steve. Ten painful years of looking into eyes that are identical to his, and trying to keep up the happy facade. Their daughter knew of her father since she was a tiny toddler and later on was told why they were no longer together. She knew that she was allowed to see her father whenever she wanted but chose to stay with her mother as she was the one that brought her up.
“Isabelle! Food is ready!” (y/n) called her daughter. The child then came from her room to the kitchen in her mothers apartment, sitting down in her spot at the kitchen island.
Isabelle (Y/l/n)-Rogers. The spitting image of her father. With luscious blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sky, this young lady, nearly ten years of age, reminded her mother of her father everyday.
She had grown up into a lovely lady, so kind and honest. (Y/n) had done an amazing job in raising her. Of course it was difficult raising a child as a single mother, but looking at her daughter, smiling away while eating her food, made (y/n) think to herself that it was all worth it.
Ten years ago-
When she had run for the compound, (y/n) had her old apartment to go to, the only problem being that it was far away - in London. She had left a note explaining to Steve what had happened and that she was pregnant with their child, and that nothing had gone on between her and Tony. She explained how he had forced her. How she felt when it happened. She also wrote to Steve informing him that she will be going back to the UK and where she would be staying.
Y/n had packed a bag the night it happened, wrote the letter and left. She left the only family she knew to go to London. To be with her child and bring her up away from Stark and fame and riches and away from the public eye, to be raised normally.
When she stepped foot on the plane, her heart shattered, beyond repair in her mind. She never looked back.
Back at the compound, Steve lay in his bed, the bed he shared with (y/n). The bed was cold and lonely without her. His heart ached and called out to her, begging to come back. Yes, he had learnt that she had left but he didn’t know why. He had all sorts of questions going on in his mind.
Why was she gone?
Why was Tony not with her?
Would Tony visit her, wherever she may be?
Why was she sad? Was it because she was caught?
His mind was racing. His heart was racing. The only fault was that one had to win and he didn’t know which he supported in this race of love and treachery. Why had it happened to him? Steve was at a loss.
He ended up staying weeks in his room, coped up and feeling drained. Was this what heartbreak felt like? Steve was at a loss.
Steve searched all around his room, hoping that (y/n) had left him a note, a clue, anything to hint at where she had gone so they could talk. He felt defeated. Steve was at a loss.
And I know you are all wondering about the letter.
“But you said she left a letter?”
“What happened to the letter?”
“But she left him a letter!”
Unfortunately, Steve would never get that letter as someone had already grabbed it, read it and stored it in a place that Steven Grant Rogers would never find it.
And I will let you in on a little secret. It wasn’t Tony.
A/N:Hope you like it! Tell me if I’m doing this right, would ya? I’m kind of new to Tumblr. Also, this is kinda AU, as if Civil War never happened. I’m taking requests if you have any! Not my gif, also. Credit to the owner.
Working at a department store had its downsides- actually, when you added it all up, it was mostly downsides. People were rude and pushy, and shoved expired coupons in your face, and demanded to know if you had their size in the back. There was no back. Literally everything in the store was all the stock you had, but for some reason, every customer had this ridiculous fantasy that below every department store was a secret department store that had all the sizes and colors of every item. If only.
Today had been especially annoying. You had been yelled at multiple times by multiple people, one of which was your boss. You had put the purses in the wrong spot, but when you moved them, they were still in the wrong spot. All this stupid, ridiculous crap you didn’t want to put up with, but you did.
You were working at a register now, taking deep breath after deep breath to try and get yourself together. Usually you were pretty good at just brushing off everyone being incredibly rude to you, but today it was hitting pretty hard. It was just one little thing after another, and it was building up.
A man came up to the register with a phone case in hand, and you scanned it and placed it into a bag. “Will that be all for you today?” you asked, with your scripted, fake-friendly voice in tow.
“Yes, ma’am, that’s all.” Said a deep, confident voice that you faintly recognized. You looked up to see a slightly familiar face. Blue eyes, blond hair. It was weird seeing him without that red, white, and blue get-up on, but yeah. It was Captain America.
Your eyes widened as you took the twenty-dollar bill from him, your mouth slightly agape. You didn’t take your eyes off him as the register opened and you blindly grabbed random bills and change. You handed him whatever it was you grabbed, and finally, his receipt. “Here you… go,” you said quietly, grabbing the bag and handing that over as well.
Captain America looked down into his hands, and then back up at you. “Miss, are you alright?” He asked, examining you like you were a crazy person.
You cleared your throat, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. I’m totally… I’m great. I’m fine.” you stammered. “Why?”
“Well, because you gave me fifty-six dollars back for a seventeen-dollar phone case.” he pointed out, glancing from you to the money in his hand, then back to you. He gathered all the money he didn’t need and gave it back to you. “You’re not having a stroke, are you?” he asked, concern present in his voice.
You shook your head, and shoved the bills back in the drawer. “Alright then,” he said, smiling at you awkwardly. “I will, uh… I’ll be on my way then.”
You thought that would be the first, and last, time you would ever see him. That weird, awkward, starstruck exchange would be it. You’d never see Captain America again. You were so, so wrong about that.
It was about six months later. You were still working at that department store, but, luckily, you were promoted to manager. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be- you got to tell people where to go, and got paid a little more. You didn’t completely despise your job anymore, which was great.
But your next encounter with Captain America was not at the department store.
You were at a marathon for charity with your best friend, Laurie. You had been friends with Laurie since grade school, and your relationship with her had always been the same- she dragged you to clubs and parties and social events and you protested and said you didn’t want to, but eventually ended up having a good time. The marathon was one of those instances. You really didn’t want to go, mostly because huge crowds freaked you out and made you feel all panicky. But Laurie had convinced you to join a water stand with her at the eighteen-mile mark.
It was a beautiful summer day, all warm accompanied by a light breeze. There were over three thousand people participating in this marathon, and you couldn’t even imagine running a mile,let alone twenty-six. But the money from all the entry fees and donors was going to two or three different charities- a children’s hospital, an animal rescue foundation, and some sort of organization that helped veterans and soldiers and stuff like that. It was a big marathon, and you thought it was a great cause. But there was a ton of people.
You stood off the side of the path with Laurie, behind a table that had a big ten-gallon water jug on it and a whole bunch of little cups. Laurie kept cheering on everyone who ran by, and even flirted with a couple of guys who stopped to chat for a moment.
“This isn’t a singles bar, Laur,” you pointed out after a redheaded man jogged off to rejoin the stream of runners.
Laurie looked at you and placed a hand on her hip. “Anywhere’s fair game, Y/N,” she said, tossing her curly blonde hair behind her shoulder. “You never know when you’re going to run into the man of your dreams.” She paused, and then smiled happily. “Pun totally intended.”
You shook your head, looking at an older gentlemen who approached the table. You handed him a cup of water and he smiled at you gratuitously. “Well,” you continued after the man left, running a hand over your ponytail. “Do you have to be in flirt mode allthe time?” you asked, knowing exactly what her answer was going to be.
“Oh, shut up,” Laurie teased, bumping shoulders with you before filling some more cups up.
You looked out at all the runners, watching them slow down as they grew tired. Mostly everyone at this point was simply jogging, covered in sweat. But as you looked down the path at the oncoming flow of runners, you noticed one man taking long, confident, energetic strides as he came towards you.
The man stopped at the booth, small beads of sweat glistening off his forehead. He was tall and muscular and- holy shit. It was Captain America. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you watched him pick a cup of water off of the table and down it in one sip. This was unreal! You couldn’t believe you were seeing him again.
“Thanks for the water, ladies,” he said, looking at Laurie, and then at you. He turned to jog off, but then looked back at you again. You could feel his eyes on you as you stared at your feet. He took a step towards the table once again. “Do I know you?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.
You shook your head, your cheeks blushing as you refused to make eye contact. “No, I… I do know you,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest and examining you. “I’ve definitely seen you before- I…”
Laurie looked between you and the Captain. “Oh, my god, I can’t take it,” she mumbled, then looked at the Captain. “She works at Macy’s, Cap! Remember when she gave you all the money in her drawer as change?” she prompted, and you glared at your friend. “What?” she asked, putting her hands up in surrender. “I was just trying to help.”
“Yes!” Captain America exclaimed. “Yes, that’s what I remember you from. I would never forget such a wonderful interaction.” He teased, and you looked up to see a playful glimmer in his baby blue eyes. You blushed. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Y/N,” you said, locking your hands together awkwardly. “And I apologize for that. It was not one of my best moments.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be sorry,” he said, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. “I thought it was kind of cute how you couldn’t even get one word out.” He chuckled.
If it was possible for your cheeks to turn even redder, that’s what happened. You tucked some hair behind your ear and bit your lip. Why did you feel so intimidated by him? From all the news footage and interviews you’d seen, Captain America seemed like the nicest out of all the Avengers.
Maybe it was how jacked he was. Like, he really had a lot of muscles. You usually didn’t hang around super hunky guys like that.
You realized then that you hadn’t said anything in response to him, and you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. So you just stood there, staring at him with your mouth wide open like an idiot. Laurie came to your rescue and jumped in again.
“She’s free on Friday!” she exclaimed, reaching over and patting your chin to remind you to close your mouth. You looked over at her, shocked at what she just said.
“What? No, I’m not!” You said, panicking slightly. Captain America gave you a funny look. “I mean, I…. I am free. But I don’t, I mean…” You stopped talking, because there was nothing you could say. This was the worst interaction you’d ever had with a man. Just ride it out and let him run away screaming, you thought.
But Captain America- god, you wished you could remember his real name- just smiled, and pulled out his phone- the case he had bought all that time ago was on it. He opened his contacts and handed it over to you. “”Can I have your phone number, Miss Y/N?” he asked, and you silently obliged, typing your number in. “Would it be alright if I called you, ma’am?” he asked, looking into your eyes.
“Yeah,” you said, making direct eye contact and finally feeling like you could speak to him. “Yeah. You can.”
His baby blues twinkled, and he grinned at you before running off to join the others.
