Marvel smut/imagines

Steve Rogers- Daddy issues

(lacking parental involvement, dementia, nursing homes, suggestive thoughts?)

"What do you want now y/n, a car, a house, my soul?"

To say me and my fathers relationship was strained was an understatement.

I stood there bitterly, my knuckles turning white as I gripped into the suitcase handle. I stood in the center of the doorway, eyes examining me.

"I just need a room for the night."

He rolled his eyes, like the idea was nauseating.

"Of course you do. Why?"

I bit back my inner thoughts, wishing I was sitting so my leg could bounce.

"Can't pay my rent."

Ya, right.

"I thought you had a job."

A blush spread over my cheeks at the teams confused whispers and stares.

"I do, three."

He raised his eyebrow, seemingly thinking I was joking around.

"Poor you. What do you do then y/n?"

I bit down on my tongue, doing everything I could to control myself.
"I'm a waitress at the diner on main, a hostess at Dennys and a cleaner for the hotel beside the diner."

He whipped out his hands at large, a large,sarcastic smile on spread across his face.

"Then you must be positively loaded! So how is it that you do all of this but can't pay rent to your shitty little apartment?"

A blonde guy intervened,

"Sorry, who are you?"

I look at Tony slowly, loathing clouding my gaze.

"Eighteen C."

I nod and left, voices becoming louder as I walked away, leaving me to only here snippets.

"Just tell us who she is!"

"Why are you so mean to her?"

"You couldn't understand."

"She seemed nice to me."

"Well she's not."

I rolled my eyes as I pressed to down button, my father had no room to call me mean. Honestly.

After placing my things in the closet I start a bath, trying to muster patience, lord knows I'll need it.
A knock echoes over the sound of splashing water, quickly grabbing a towel I wrapped myself, glancing through the peep hole to reveal a tall blonde man. I look him up and down, his top button straining on muscle and his hands gripped politely together behind him.

"Hello? Sorry I was just about to take a bath."

He looked at me like a startled puppy, his eyes blinking quickly glancing down at the loosely draped towel.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's really quite urgent though."

I furrowed my eyebrows, beckoning him in and watching as he unlaced his shoes and placed them on a rack. His movements had an eager resemblance to a grandpa, polite yet slow.

"Here I'll grab you a chair." He looked down at me with surprise, feeling his eyes one me I placed a chair by the tub. If this hunk thought I would prioritize him over the warmth of my bath he was sorely mistaken.

I turned off the tap, beckoning to the chair as I stepped behind the curtain, leaving a small gap for my head. I peeled off the now soaking towel, sinking into the water and leaving my head to rest where the shower curtain didn't cover.