The Demigod From Asgard - A Steve Rogers x Reader Story

Chapter 75: The Ones Left Behind

Warnings: Heavy Angst! Grief! Language!

Steve had never run so fast in his life. He ran through the battlefield straight towards the palace. He ignored the cries and screams of those losing friends and family, his mind only focused on one thing. Whether his son was still alive.

He tore through the palace halls pushing aside anyone who got in the way. He had no idea where in the palace JJ was, but he would search every room until he found him. He first checked your apartment but found nothing, it was the same in the apartment Nat, Sam and Wanda used whenever they were around. As he rounded the corner he saw one of the staff walking around in confusion. In desperation Steve grabbed her, gripping her arms tightly.

"where's Ramonda!" Steve demands.

"Her private quarters" the woman answers quickly.

"Where is that!" Steve questions shaking her slightly.

"That way, 5th door on the right," she says her voice shaking as she points him in the right direction.

Steve lets go and runs in that direction. As he opens the door he basically rips it off its hinges bursting into the room. The first thing he hears is the sound of someone wailing in anguish. Following the sound rushes into the bedroom seeing Ramonda weeping on her knees, a pile of ash in front of her.

Steve feels his heart clench, grabbing hold of the door frame to keep himself upright as his knees go weak. He dropped his head and begins to break down. A piercing scream then rips through the room making Steve look up. He chokes up when he sees JJ sat screaming on the bed, tears falling down his tiny cheeks.

Steve stumbled over picking JJ up and holding onto him tightly, breaking down in relief that his son was alive, and in anguish that you weren't. He kissed the top of JJ's head repeatedly thanking every god that he was still here.

"It's okay, dada's here" Steve shushes through his tears as he tried to comfort JJ.

JJ continues to wail, and Steve doesn't blame him. The pain he felt was the worst he's ever experienced, and it was a pain he knew would never go away. So Steve just held onto him, he would never let JJ go ever again.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, JJ had stopped crying, falling asleep in Steve's arms. Steve knew he needed to move, and do something but he couldn't. So he just sat there.

Eventually, he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up expecting it to be you, but he sees Nat instead. She had tears in her eyes as she looked down at him and JJ. Steve tried and failed to hold back another wave of tears as he looked back at the floor. Breaking down completely when she wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him.

"we're regrouping at the jet, finding out who- who's still here," Nat tells him after a while.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute" Steve sniffles.

"No, head back to your apartment, look after JJ. We can handle this, just look after him" Nat says shaking her head.

Steve nods his head slightly as he stood up. He walks out of the room and back towards his apartment in a daze. His mind was completely numb. Once inside his apartment, he walks into the nursery before placing the sleeping JJ down into his crib. He walks over to the chair in the corner, collapsing into it with a deep sigh. He glances around the room, his eyes falling onto the framed drawing on top of the dresser. A drawing of you playing with JJ on the floor. At the sight of you, he breaks down again, dropping his head into his hands as he silently wept.

Steve hadn't realised he'd fallen asleep until he woke the next morning, tired and sore. He slowly stood up from the chair, walking over to JJ's crib. He sighed as he looked down at JJ who was fast asleep, he gently reached down running his hand over his head careful not to wake him.