A brunette walked down the busy bustling streets of Manhattan. She wore a big jacket with a hood. The jacket covers most of the blue pantsuit she wore. She carried a redheaded child who was dressed in a sky-blue colored shirt and jeans, his face was obscured from view by the brunette's jacket. The paparazzi bombarded them as she tried to enter a local cafe. They yelled at her for not paying attention.
"Are you and Steve Rogers in a relationship?" "Are the rumors true that you are going to tie the knot this year?" "How do you feel about the age gap?" "Are you pregnant?"
She yelled out, "Oh piss off you bloody wankers. Can't you see there is a child?" Her Indian accent tinged with a bit of British shone through her use of profanities. Two men dressed in suits escorted her into the cafe and pushed off the overbearing and grabbing paparazzi.
The blinds were shut off. The door sign was turned from Open to Closed. She took off the jacket and let the boy down. The pantsuit accentuated her curves and slightly swollen belly. Maria Hill walked in from the kitchen. She smiled looking at the handsome boy, the son of her friend, Natasha Romanoff. His baby blue eyes lit up and she squealed out," Aunty Maria." Maria crouched down to hug the kid.
Maria gave Jamie a toy. Maria said, "Ava, we need to talk." She glanced at Jamie and looked back into the big whiskey-brown eyes. Ava nodded and said, "Sammy baby, do you want to show Tommy and Ben your new toy?" Jamie nodded. He was quite wise for a 5-year-old. He smiled and said. "Yes, Amma."
They sat down as Jamie went to show the suit men- Tommy and Ben, their bodyguards when they were in Manhattan. Maria asked, "How is Steve?" Ava's eyes glanced down. She said, "You know how he is. He feels like he failed because he couldn't bring back Natasha or snap the stones instead of Tony. We are going to therapy. He is happy when he is with the current setting."
She looked up to the woman she had come to see as a friend and a close confidant. "By the way how are you?" Maria said, "Great actually. Now I want to talk about your secret." Ava stiffened. She said, "I am not ready, Maria" Maria defensively lifted her hands and said, "When you are ready. But listen, they can help you."
Ava lowered her voice and said, "I know, Hill. It's not that I don't trust them. It's just that you know how traumatic it was." Her left hand went to brush the bump. "I can't- We can't just take that risk." Maria nodded understanding the girl. Then incredulously and more comically she says, "You know he called me by my name today."
Maria was also confused. "And isn't that how you call a person?!" Ava dramatically said, "Not me, Hill. It's always been, Rose."
Cue a montage of the times Steve calls Ava 'Rose'. {Like Dean calls Sam 'Sammy'}
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Tommy and Ben dropped them off at their home. She entered and said, "Honey, I am home." "In the kitchen, Rose." She smiled. He was back to normal. Jamie ran towards the kitchen, "Daddy!!" Ava sighed, "James, Don't run baby."
Steve grabbed James and lifted him. He squealed with laughter. "How was the trip?" "We bought the lemon bars." His baby blue eyes lit up. The blonde made his way to Ava. "Come fast, I have made your favorite Rasam and Rice." "Oh wow. Sounds like you had a lot of fun. Sammy, go and wash your hands." He runs off. Steve and Ava both laughed and said, "Don't run up the stairs."
He looked at her. His blue eyes tried to analyze her. "So, How was your trip to Manhattan?" "God, I am so tired. The paps ambushed us at the cafe." "I am sorry. What was it about?" Steve was sad that Rose was getting dragged by the media due to her involvement with him "Oh, you remember the Manhattan Elite published fake news regarding us?"
"Which one? They have published so many."
"The one that states we have been together for 11 years and are planning to get married this year." Ava was trying so hard not to laugh. Steve was confused. "But you were sixteen and we didn't meet until 4 years after. That's illegal. Why would they write this kind of fucked up shit."
Ava tutted, "Watch your language, Stevie. It's bad enough that Yelena has taught Sammy to say cyka."
Steve apologized. They moved towards the kitchen and started setting up the table. Ava smirked and asked, "Guess what is the age of consent in England?" He shrugged and replied, "18 maybe. No, wait, that's the drinking age." "16. In the UK the age of consent is 16." His eyes widened in realization, "Oh my god. That's why they wrote that shit," Ava gave him a look. "Sorry."
Ava mixed up the spicy rasam and the warm rice. Both Steve and Jamie knew how to eat certain Indian food but not rice and rasam. She fed them both as they chatted about their day.
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Sammy was tucked in. Ava and Steve kissed his forehead. "Good night Amma. Good night Dad." "Goodnight sweetheart."
He was dressed in a t-shirt with a pair of sweatpants. Ava usually slept in huge shirts and shorts. She used to borrow almost all of her father's old shirts. They went to their study. It was painted in wonderful shades of green. There was a bookshelf. In front of it was a large oak wood desk. A bit smaller oak wood desk was set up perpendicular to it. Steve started reading something on his laptop. Ava went through some journals set up on her table. She gasped slightly. "Anything happen, sweetheart?"
Ava looked at Steve's concerned face. She smiled back and said, "Nothing, love. Just thought I felt something." She again gasped in pain. A slight grimace covered her features.
Steve rushed forward. Worry and concern are visible on his face. He cradled her face and bump. "She kicked. She just kicked, Steve." His face lit up with awe. He was hesitant. Ava saw it and pulled up her shirt. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. There was another kick. Tears glistened in both of their eyes. "Wow, your daughter is a sims baby. She is growing so fast."
"It's a he. Aren't you Dean Elijah?" "No, I am telling you it's Sarah Natalia"
~Flashback~
Ava was kidnapped in a mission against the last of Hydra's spots. After nearly two months, the soldier trio {Sam, Bucky, and Steve} found her. She was experimented on. After a week in a coma, she woke up. She was around 8 weeks pregnant and a mutant. She could control the water and fire.
(Ice and water are one power. Not Avatar the Airbender or whatever. I have not seen it or anything.)
Those bastards took good care of her as she was growing a mutant mixed with Steve's serum. How they got his DNA, Lord only knows.
~Flashback End~
Suddenly her phone rang. It was a text from McSexy.
"Ava, Come in now. MVC in the pit. All hands on deck."
Steve looked at the growing frown on her face. "What happened?" "MVC in the pit. All hands on deck. I need to go." " But You have a 12-hour shift tomorrow. That starts at 4 am. It's 11 pm now." "I know, Stevie. Can you manage or should I call James to help?" He waved her off. "No need. I will manage. Tell Hunt to get those files to me tomorrow. Go, get ready."
