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Imagine; six years ago you got throw out of the mob your husband at the time, Steve Rogers, was running. Years later you're in your favourite bookstore with your daughter, Steve happens to be there too. Your daughter recognises him.
Warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, fluff, mentions of violence, angst.
Also I saw this idea on insta somewhere with no specific characters but I just thought it was an amazing idea.
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'Mommy, why don't I have a daddy?' Your daughter asked you one day after getting home from school.
You didn't really have an answer prepared for that question, how do you tell a five year old that her own dad had thrown her pregnant mom out on the street based on some false intel?
She kept persisting for you to answer her questions about him, and with those big old blue eyes, how could you ever refuse? She's almost the exact copy of her father. You could never say no to him let alone his now six year old daughter?
You ended up answering all her questions about him that she could think off, except the one where she asked you why she never sees him again. That one was too painful to say out loud, that didn't stop you from thinking about it though.
Every time you look at her, your mind gets set back the moment your heart shattered into tiny little pieces. You know it isn't fair not to tell Steve, but he isn't exactly deserving of such a great daughter as Anna is.
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You walk through the large, dark hallway. You have this weird feeling in your gut that something is wrong when Steve called you this morning. He rarely calls you to get out of the house, to come and visit him at work.
You push open the large door, you get greeted by Steve, managing a glass of scotch in his hand with Sam and Bucky standing on either side of him, they seem to be in between being apologetic and angry.
'What's going on?' You ask confused.
You take in a shuddering breath before taking a sip of your water. Your eyes close and a tear slides down your cheek.
'How long Y/n?' He just asks, like you're supposed to read his mind or something.
'How long what?'
'They saw you with the police Y/n... they said you were most likely snitching on us... and you've been doing it for a while, cop seemed all too friendly for him to be a stranger...'
