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𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 ♡

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺/𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦

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𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

"Are you sure you don't want us to go with you?"

Steve had his arms around my waist as Bucky, Sam, and I stood at the entrance to my father's apartment building. My father had called me earlier in the morning, while Steve still slept peacefully on my stomach asking me to come for lunch to meet his new girlfriend and her daughter. I agreed, I hadn't seen my father in weeks, and maybe I would be lucky to have some time with him alone, he was always working, always jetting off to different parts of the world. Quinton Parks never stayed in one place for too long, but I knew this relationship must be serious because he was asking me, his daughter who barely speaks to him to come to meet his girlfriend.

"I'll be fine," Steve brought one hand up to cup my cheek, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip and making me smile, "Plus you promised to take Sam downtown, it'll be good for you three to hang out," Steve pulled me closer to his chest and I smiled, pressing up on my tiptoes. "I'll be okay Stevie, I promise. I'll call if I'm not."

"Jesus," Bucky muttered and I smiled, turning my face slightly to look at him, "If I knew you two fucking would make you act like this I would've prevented it." I laughed when Sam agreed, shaking my head and turning back to Steve.

"Call me when you're on your way back," Steve muttered leaning down to kiss me, his lips hovering over mine, "I'll stay at yours tonight." I hummed my agreement, smiling when he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, before I pulled away, waving to Bucky and Sam.

I quickly ran up the steps to the door of the complex, grabbing the pass from my bag. Dad lived in a penthouse in probably one of the nicest buildings in Brooklyn. But I used the word live very loosely, from my understanding, and my slim communication with my father, he basically pays for his girlfriend and her daughter to live here, and crashes when he's in Brooklyn for a few days. The building was nice, I always loved coming to visit, not for my father, but for the fact I could appreciate the architecture of the interior. Outside, it was still a beautiful brownstone townhouse, but inside the first floor had been transformed into the lobby, marble floors, and glimmering chandeliers made the place feel like a palace, the second floor from my understanding had been transformed into two bigger apartments, and the third floor, which is my father's floor, was an entire apartment. Or as he calls it a penthouse, a couple of bedrooms and bathrooms, a beautiful view of the borough. I couldn't hate it if I wanted to.

And believe me, I wanted to.

I flashed the visitor pass at the front desk, walked towards the elevator, and started my journey upwards. I didn't want to hate my father, I really didn't, but it was hard not to when he was the reason my family fell apart. Mom was working doubles at the hospital, at the time she was still in residency, and was doing ER rotations, Dad got mad, he cheated on her with his secretary at work, and I'm the one who caught them. It's made it really hard to have a relationship with him over the years, he's tried though, I'll give him that. He tried my junior year in high school, when Steve wasn't talking to Bucky or me because of Sharon, to get me to move into the financial district with him, and transfer to a Manhattan school instead. When I refused, he moved back to Brooklyn, a part of me thinks it's so he'll still check up on me and Mom, but the other part of it is that he feels guilty.

The chime of the elevator pulled me out of my thoughts, gripping the straps of my bag tighter on my shoulder, I stepped into the apartment when the doors opened. "Dad?" I called, my voice echoing around the room. I scanned the entry, slowly setting my bag on the ground, it felt like walking into a trap, I didn't know what was going to be sprung on me, but I could feel my heartbeat soar as I continued down the hallway. It was a pretty home, I'll give them that, all wood and neutral colors, it felt cozy, something my own place lacked severely.