Life in the Multiverse

If Y/N Had Fallen For Steve

Chapter was requested by @IDK6123

Y/N Stark P.O.V
Earth 003
November, 2020
The Hamptons, New York
6:33 pm
      "Are you sure everything's ready, Deha?" I said.
      "Yes, sir," she said. "The food is plated on the counter."
I turned to the counter and reached out. My vision was tinted blue as energy swirled around the plates and they lifted into the air, quickly finding places on the table.
      "And the dessert?"
      "Cooling in the fridge now."
      I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
      "Guess I should get dressed, then," I said. "Steve should be here any minute."
      "Are you sure you didn't want to invite your father or Ms. Potts, sir? Maybe the young Miss Stark?" Smoak said. "It's not everyday you turn eighteen."
      "I know," I said. "But we made plans to do something tomorrow and...I wasn't sure I was ready to deal with the three of them today. I think...Steve is enough for tonight."
      "As you wish," he said.
      I stepped into my room and pulled on a pair of maroon suit pants and tucked a white dress shirt into them, then I pulled on a pair of brown dress shoes.
      "Captain Rogers is pulling into the driveway now, sir," Deha said.
      "Perfect timing."
      I exited my room and jogged down the stairs, returning to the main floor. I headed towards the door, the bell ringing as I did. Elliot's attention was grabbed by the door.
      I opened the door to see Steve waiting with a small gift wrapped box and a bottle.
      I gave him a look.
      "It's not wine," he said obviously. "It's just sparkling grape. You're eighteen, not twenty one."
      "Not the bottle, Steve. The gift. I told you not to get me anything."
      "Come on, Y/N. You should've known I'd never listen to that."
      "Yeah..." I said with a smile.
      I stepped to the side and held the door all the way open.
      "Come on in," I said. "Dinner's warm and ready when you are."
Steve stepped into the entryway and smiled down at me, I returned the smile as Elliot started to jump for attention at Steve's feet.
We both laughed a little as Steve gave him some attention, then I led him towards the dining table.
"Wow," Steve said, as he looked at the wide room and tall ceilings. "I always forget how big this place is."
I breathed a laugh, then took the bottle from Steve and wandered over to the kitchen, to pour some into glasses.
"Go ahead and have a seat," I said.
When I closed the cabinet and poured the glasses I saw that Steve had moved one of the plates from the foot of the table to the other side, just next to the other plate at the head of the table.
"Didn't like that spot?" I said with a smirk as I came over and sat down at the head of the table, next to him.
"I don't see why would we should sit ten feet apart," he said with an innocent smile and a shrug.
I returned the smile as I began to cut my steak, he did the same.
"How's it feel?" he said as he chewed his first bite. "Being eighteen, that is."
"Not much different, I suppose. Another year in the books."
"Well, you should feel different," he said. "You're an adult now. In the eyes of the government, and the rest of the world for that matter, you're an adult. That carries a lot of weight."
"Well, jeez...way to bring down the mood."
He chuckled a little bit.
"No, no," he said. "I didn't mean it like that, just...know that you're different now. Whether you feel like it or not. You may have not changed from yesterday to today, but... I see you differently. You're not just a young teenager, you're a man."
I blushed a little.
"I don't know about all that, but...thanks, Steve."
He nodded and returned to his food.
"Did you cook this?" he said.
I nodded.
"It's really good," he said as he took another bite.
"Thanks," I said. "It was Cha-"
I stopped speaking suddenly as I caught my slip. I saw Steve look away from me as he heard my words. I cleared my throat quietly and turned back to Steve, swallowing.
"It was Charlie's favorite," I finished.
He nodded, knowing that's what I was gonna say.
"How've...how've you been holding up?" he said slowly.
"I'm fine," I said. "It's been years and I've... moved on."
"You lost your best friend and then a year later you lost half the universe, Y/N. We both know you haven't moved on. You lost people."
"We all did, Steve," I retorted.
"Not like you did," he said. "You lost you best friend, completely by surprise. Then one of your friends and your sister. It's okay to be upset."
"No, Steve," I snapped. "It's not. Because there are people out there who lost every member of their family because of this. I lost one person that truly meant something to me: Wanda, my sister. I still have people. I have my father and Pepper, I have Nat and Thor. I have you. Other people don't."
"And Peter?"
"Thank God, he's gone."
"Y/N!" Steve scolded.
"Don't give me that, Steve. I have every right to resent him."
"You shouldn't wish someone dead, either way."
"He all, but killed Charlie. I have every right to wish him dead."
I finished my statement with a soft bang of my hand on the table.
Steve stopped speaking and his eyes grew wide as he stared me in the eyes.
"Y/N, yo-"
"I'm fine," I said as I realized what was happening.
I looked back down to my plate and closed my eyes, rubbing them slightly.
I looked back up to him and he relaxed. I returned to my food.
"Y/N, what the hell was that? Your eyes were red."
"I know, I know," I said. "It started happening after I took the accelerated persistent catalyst that I developed to give me my powers back...a simple side effect."
"Your eyes turning red is a simple side effect?"
"Yes. Among turning yellow, grey, green, pink, and orange."
"Wha-? Why?"
"It affects my eye color as well as the energy when I use my powers. They seem to follow my emotions, whenever I feel an emotional extreme. Happiness means yellow. Sadness means grey. Jealousy, green. Blue energy tends to appear when I'm ultimately neutral. And anger, well...red."
"I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I didn't mean to make you angry."
"It's okay, Steve. It needed to be put out in the air."
"Does it hurt?" he said, concerned.
I chuckled a little.
"No. I don't even feel it. Though, I appreciate the concern."
I watched his cheeks flush slightly as I said this.
"Yeah, well, I can't help it, but to care."
I smiled at him, then looked down at our plates. They were empty.
"Ready for dessert?" I said as I stood up and took the plates with me.