Marvel One-Shots

Favorite Uncle- Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Information for Context: Steve is a go-to babysitter for Morgan, Tony's daughter. Also, this is just a day-slash-evening-in-the-life style story, sorry if the time skips seem a little off :)

Female!Reader

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"Sweetheart? Have you seen the popsicles?"
"That's ironic."

You looked up from your phone, leaning on the kitchen counter, and stifled a laugh at the sight of Steve in the kitchen doorway with a crown on his head and stickers scattered across his blue shirt. Additionally, you noticed, there was a magenta beaded necklace hanging on his neck alongside his dog tags. His face turned red as he scratched the back of his neck, "I'm babysitting Morgan," he sheepishly explained, "she wanted the popsicles."

You put your phone in your pocket and bent to open the freezer, "They should be here," you mumbled as you rummaged through the drawer, "what flavors?"

"She said orange," Steve said, "I'll take a strawberry, if I can."

You stood and pushed the freezer shut with your foot, turning around with one popsicle in each hand, "You sure can," you winked, "Captain~"

Steve tense at the sudden nickname, clearly caught off guard, much to your delight. You nodded to him, "Go get Morgan, Tony doesn't want anything messy in her room."

Steve blinked at your sudden change in tone, "Um," he cleared his throat as he turned, "will do."

As Morgan and Steve munched on their popsicles, you snuck a picture and sent it to Tony.

'Looks like the fossil is becoming the favorite uncle.'

Suddenly, Steve was in front of you and Morgan was gone. Steve smiled when he saw your cheeks turn pink, "Excuse me," he mumbled, "trash can's behind you."
With that, he reach around and below you, dropping the popsicle sticks and wrappers into the can. When he returned to look down to you, he placed his hands on your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs against them, "Thank you," he kissed your cheek ,"for the popsicles."

"You're welcome," you smiled, "but I think I deserve a real one."

"Real what?" Steve innocently asked.

You hooked your fingers around his collar, pulling him into a kiss.

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When Tony and Pepper returned to the compound, you and Morgan were picking all the stickers and costume pieces off of Steve. Tony burst into uncontrollable laughter the moment he saw Steve sitting cross-legged on Morgan's floor.
Steve stood and put his arm around your waist, smiling to Pepper, "Thank you for letting me watch her," he glanced over to Tony, who had regained some of his composure, "she was lovely."

"Wonderful," Pepper smiled, "thank you for taking care of her on such short notice."

"Daddy!" Morgan squealed, running to Tony and jumping into his embrace.

Tony swooped up his daughter and kissed her temple, "Hey kiddo," he brushed some hair out of her face, "was uncle Steve good?"

"Yeah," Morgan giggled, "We played Barbies, and- and dress up! And," she excitedly turned to you, "auntie gave us popsicles!"

Tony chuckled and shot a playful scolding look your way, "Auntie got you popsicles?"

You shrugged, "What can I say, Stark?" you reached over to Morgan, booping her nose, "The kid has us all wrapped around her finger."

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You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair was still damp and dripped water onto the floor. Your skincare products were neatly lined up on the countertop. As you turned on the sink to begin your routine, Steve walked into the bathroom behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder. He loosened his grip and gently ran his hands along your torso, "Morgan loves you," he mused, sighing and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. 

You softly smiled, turning the sink off and facing him, holding his face in your hands, "She loves you too," you pecked his lips, "I love you."

Steve kissed you again, "I love you too, sweetheart."

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Steve shot up in bed, his breathing heavy, the air cold against his sweat-covered skin. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, and his hands began to shake. You stirred awake, "Steve?" you rubbed your eyes and sat up, "Steven? You okay?"

Steve looked over his shoulder to you. No words could escape his throat. You put a hand on his back, the vibration of his heavy breathing intense against your touch.

"Steve..." you mumbled, crawling in front of him, "hey, relax," you sat down in front of him, holding his shoulders in an attempt to ground him, "it was just a dream."

Steve shook his head, his face falling to his hands, "I'm...I'm sorry."

"Shhh, no, don't do that," you pushed his hands away, "it's not your fault."

Steve shook his head again, "No- no it is...it is m-my fault, I-" he looked up to your eyes, choking back a shaky sob, "I can't-"

You threw yourself out of bed, taking Steve's hands and guiding him to the floor alongside you. He leaned back against the wall behind him, his knees propped up, almost curled into his chest. You rested on your knees in front of him once more, "Breathe, Stevie."

You knew telling him wasn't going to work, no matter how soothing you were, so instead, you placed his hands on your shoulders and his on your own. You matched your breathing to his, slowly slowing down to deeper, calmer breaths. Steve followed you, allowing himself to adjust before looking back up to you, "Thank you."

You nodded and leaned upwards, kissing his forehead, "Of course, you feel like going back to bed?"

Steve shook his head, "No, not yet."

"Okay," you whispered, "where do you want me?"

Steve lowered his legs, crossing them as if he was back in Morgan's room with you, and opened his arms, "Here."

You curled up in his lap, your legs to one side, and leaned into his warmth. His arms held you close, slowly rocking you to calm himself down. You reached up to trace patterns on his skin. You then kissed your fingertips and pressed them against his slowly calming heart, "Let me know when you're ready to go back to bed," you yawned, "okay?"

Steve kissed your head, "Okay."

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You woke up in Steve's lap, his arms still around you like before. It was early, seeing as the sun had barely begun to stream through the windows. You glanced up, reaching up to softly scratch Steve's beard, something that always woke him up. His eyes fluttered open, his chest rumbling with a hum when he looked down to you in his lap, "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Morning," you mused back, "we spent the night here."

"Did we?" Steve asked, scanning the area, "Yeah," he chuckled, "I guess we did."

"You ready to go back to bed?" you asked.

"Yeah," Steve quietly replied, slipping his arms under you and standing, carrying you bridal-style, "I think I am."