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Massacre

Warnings - School Shooting, blood, weapons, language, panic attack

There was a mass shooting at an elementary school yesterday, and even though I wasn't there, it's still pretty terrifying that someone can just walk into my school with such a deadly weapon and use it. A few of my friends and family live there, and I just don't know what I would do in that situation. 18 have been killed, and so many more injured.

Steve was sleeping next to you when your alarm went off to get up, his arm pulling you closer when you went to get up. He audibly groaned and mumbled something about five more minutes, knowing it was going to lead to ten, then fifteen, then him trying to convince you to call in.

"You know that not going to happen," you chuckle and turn to face him the second he lifts his arm off your waist. "Do you want me to take Jazzy, or are you going to drop her off?"

"I'm gonna take her to breakfast since my other girl is going to leave me." His voice is deep with sleep, and he smiles when your lips come close to his. "I love you."

"Love you more, Steve." You pull away before your lips can meet, and he gasps in mock offense before standing to chase you, your daughter shrieking with surprise when the door rips open. "Run, Jazzy, he's gonna get you!" Shouting at her, she follows behind you to run from her father, who was now chasing the both of you.

"Dad!" Her shout makes you turn around to see he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, his hand tickling her side. "Mom! Help me!" She gasps out when he doesn't stop, her screams being cut off with laughs. "I can help you with mom; I can help!"

"You wouldn't dare." You turn around from the bottom of the stairs, and Steve only smirks as he steps her down, the two sprinting towards you. "Jasmine and Steven Rogers!"

Steve had caught up to you quickly and grabbed you by your waist, his mouth attacking the skin on your neck with harsh kisses and bites as he drops you on the couch so Jasmine can tickle your stomach.

"Okay! Okay! You win!" You were trying to talk on between laughing fits and gasps, Steve pinning your hands down when you try and get up.

"Give me my kiss," he demands, his glare immediately sending butterflies to your stomach as his tone drops to complete dominance you had found yourself submitting to. When you nod, he leans down and gives your lips a soft peck before pulling away, Jasmine having left to give you privacy. "You want me to bring you lunch?"

"That's code to fuck me in the janitors closet."

"Mom!" Jazzy calls from the kitchen, her arms moving for the fruit for her lunch and body turned to you with a look of disgust. "I may be sixteen, but that doesn't mean I want to hear it."

"You were conceived in a janitors closet, Jazzy."

"Dad!"
"Steve!"

"What?" He questions innocently, moving off you when you hit his chest. "She knows about sex."

"I have to go get dressed." Surprisingly, you and your daughter mutter at the same time, moving away from him and walking up that stairs with her.

Steve had been giving you updates about his upcoming missions and all the changes while you taught, Jasmine also texting if she could go to a friend's house after school once she comes to give you some papers from one her teachers next door.