Chris and Co. Oneshots

Fluffy - Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluffy fluff

Usually when steve went away for a mission it would be a really rough week of missing him, and worrying if he was okay or not.

This time however was slightly different.

It started off the usually way, the call coming in, the joyful conversation we were having put on pause as captain America replaced steve rogers. We had the routine sorted, any plans we had were cancelled and we spent the rest of whatever time we had together before he had to leave together. Usually cuddled on the couch or doing other relaxing activities.

Then the time would come where he'd have to leave, I'd watch from the bedroom door as he suited up, picking up his shield and bag. I'd follow him to the door and kiss him one last time, telling him to be safe and that I love him and to come back in one piece. He'd kiss me once more on top of my head before leaving me alone in our apartment which instantly felt colder once he wasn't there. I'd always find a top or hoodie left out for me, despite me practically commandeering his entire collection already.

Then I'd find ways to occupy myself for the rest of the week or for however long he was away. Half way through his time away, I got a call. One that would give me the perfect distraction for the rest of the week, and any other missions he went on. I just hoped steve would be okay with it and not mad.

The day came were steve was returning from the mission, I couldn't stop giggling as I shut the bedroom door behind me going out to wait for steve to arrive. Shushing any noise that came from the bedroom, its occupier clearly not happy to be shut in.

Steve finally arrived home dropping his shield and bag by the door, quickly kicking off his boots and pulling me in to a tight hug. "I missed you" he sighed kissing the top of my head.

"I missed you too, how was the mission?" I ask pulling out of the hug slightly so I could look up at him.

"long but I'm glad to be home" he smiles before furrowing his brows slightly "doll why are you covered in scratches?" he asks holding up my arms to take a closer look.

I bite my lip slightly "it nothing don't worry about it" I say waving it off. He studies me for a moment before his attention is grabbed by a crashing sound coming from the bedroom.

I see his jaw clench as he grabs his shield "stay here" he orders quietly before quietly creeping towards our bedroom.

"wait steve, it's not—" I start grabbing his arm to try and stop him.

"doll shush, I think they're someone in there" he whispers pushing me behind him.

"steve—" I say again trying to stop him, but he ignores me and pushes the bedroom door open forcefully.

He yelps as a small blonde blob of fluff runs out and between his legs. He looks back at me completely confused and shocked. I try and not laugh as I grab the small ball of fluff and hold it up for steve to see.

"I wouldn't call this little guy an intruder" I say smiling down at the golden retriever pup who wiggles in my arms trying to lick my face.

steve is lost for words, his mouth opening and shutting like a fish as he points over at the puppy.

"my friend's dog had an unexpected litter and asked if we wanted one and I said yes" I tell him, he nods his head slowly "you aren't mad are you?" I ask starting to get worried with the lack of words from him.

His face softens "no of course not, I'm just surprised that's all" he says walking over, I pass him the puppy who instantly starts licking his face making steve giggle.

"has he got a name?" steve asks sitting down on the floor putting the puppy in his lap.

I shake my head sitting down next to him "no not yet, but I though scout would be a good one" I tell him.

Steve lifts up the pup and holds it up to his face "hey, you like that? Wanna be named scout?" steve asks and the puppy yaps excitedly "I'll take that as a yes" steve chuckles.

I look over at the two of them. If I didn't love steve already, seeing him with a puppy added a whole new level of loving, I just wonder what it would be like to see him with a child.