It's Been A Long, Long Time // Steve Rogers

Bonus Chapter - Life with the Rogers

Steve's POV

"Absolutely not." I said, crossing my arms and glaring at my 17 year old son. "Come on dad! Please!" He looked between Bucky and I and glared at me once he realized I wasn't changing my mind before stomping up the stairs. "I literally hate you!!" He shouted as his door slammed shut.

I looked over at Bucky and glared at him, "be glad Becca isn't home to have heard that conversation. What were you thinking?!"

"I think we've had this conversation before but it was me yelling at you for lying on army applications over a dozen times." Bucky said, crossing his arms, "He's exactly like you, you know."

"Bucky, he could get hurt."

"That didn't stop you." He shrugged, "In fact, you happily volunteered your skinny ass for an experiment that could have killed you." I looked down at my shoes and then back up at Bucky. "He's not asking for anything ridiculous here, Steve. He just wants to be like you. You're his dad. You're his hero. And with the right training plus the serum that we know you passed along...we can make sure he stays safe. Just give him a chance. He's a good kid."

"I don't know Buck..." I said, looking up the stairs. "If Dr. Erskine never gave you a chance, where would you be today?" Dead. I'd most likely be dead. Bucky would be dead too. He would have probably died in that Hydra bunker. I sighed and looked over at my shield which sat in a frame in the living room. "Fine. I'm not saying he can go off and join Kate and Peter...not yet...but if he's gonna do it anyway when he turns 18...then the best I can do is support him." Bucky clapped his metal hand down on my shoulder and smiled.

"I'm really happy you said yes because I can't wait to watch him put you on your ass." I looked at Bucky, my eyebrows furrowed. "By the way, I've been training him at the compound for the past 3 years." "Bucky..." "I'm the fun Uncle." He shrugged. "Talk to him, I'll meet you outside!" Bucky said, walking out the front door.

I made my way upstairs and knocked on his door lightly, "go away!" "Will, it's me, can we talk?" I asked. Silence. "Please?"

I could hear his footsteps approach the door and it opened slowly. "If you're going to tell me no again, I'm slamming the door in your face." He said, glaring at me. "I'm not here to tell you no, son. Actually the opposite." I said, holding up the brown leather case in my hands. "Can I come in?" He nodded and stepped aside so I could walk into his room. It was your typical teenage boy's room. Video games, clothes everywhere, an old slice of pizza sitting on his desk...which was disgusting but he banned Becca from coming in here and cleaning. "Will you've gotta let your mom come in here and clean or clean it yourself." I said, looking around.

"She just moves things around." He said with a shrug, sitting down on the bed. "I know that's not the real reason why but okay." I mumbled, sitting down next to him. The truth was he didn't like his mom coming into his room because she found...some things...the last time she came in and cleaned up. Believe me, she was equally as horrified as he was which then led to me having to give my 16 year old son the sex talk. Even though we were pretty sure he was already sneaking girls in and out of his room.

"Look. I talked to Uncle Bucky and he told me about what you two have been doing." I started, "And while I'm not thrilled it was happening behind my back...Bucky made me realize that you're a lot like me when I was younger and while I maybe don't want you to put yourself in danger and would much rather you have a desk job, like accounting or something, that I can't stop you from going down this road so, I'll do the next best thing which is supporting you." I said, patting his shoulder with my hand.

"All I've ever wanted is to be like you dad. You're the great Captain America. You've saved so many people...and I want to do that too." He said, looking at the Captain America poster that hung in his room. "I'm not a kid anymore."