Age of Y/n : 18
Gender of Y/n : Female
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"Stay in the car sweetheart, I won't be long then me, you and Lukas can go to the mall!" The redhead tells me. I smile and nod, looking back at the car seat to make sure my son is okay. My mom closes the door then leaves the car. I yawn, tired from not sleeping the night before. Sighing a little, before i hear the sound of Lukas waking. He's probably hungry. I yawn again before unplugging my seatbelt and getting out the car. I open the back door to the car and look in at the little baby looking at himself in the mirror.
I smile a little, "Hey baby.." I say before reaching in unplugging him, picking him up. His feet turn in alittle with his leg pulling to his tummy. He starts to cry. I kiss his head before resting him on my breast with his head on my shoulder. "Shh, shh." I coo at him before closing the door and sitting in my seat of the car. His cries become a little louder, "Shh...Shh.." I mumble as I lay him in my arms. "Mommy's here." I tell him as I undo the buckle on my dungarees, lift my t-shirt up and pull my bra out of the way. He latches on straight away. I roll my eyes, "hungry bubba hm?" I mumble before chuckling.
After a little while, I hear a knock on the window of the car. It shocks me making me flinch a little. I quickly cover myself up and the baby before rolling the window down. It's a man, he's average height. "Um, hi?" I question as I feel the baby move his hand. The man outside looks at me, "Follow me." He demands. I shake my head, "No can do." I tell him looking at me feet. He chuckles a little the repeats himself. I roll my eyes, "Fine. Just give me a second." I tell him. I roll the window back up and move the blanket.
After a few minutes, I'm walking inside, my baby bag on one shoulder and my son on the other so I can burp him. I softly rub his back and pat it. After a short-ish walk I hear voices and enter a room. Everyone looks up, including my mom. She has a look of fear in her face. I never wanted to be known as an Avengers kid, so me and mom agreed to never tell anyone. I have mamas name. Y/n Romanoff-Hill. The redhead sighs a little. I give her a little look as I hear a small burp from the one month old I'm holding.
The man they call Steve Rogers begins to speak, "What's your name?" He asks me. I smile at him, "Y/n." I mumble. He looks at me waiting for the rest of my answer, "Motherfucking Romanoff-Hill." I smirk as I walk over to my mom. "Sorry mom." I tell her as I sit beside her. She smiles and kisses my head, "It's okay sweetheart." She tells me, her response is soft.
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