Captain

Scrapped Storylines and Bloopers #2

Classification: Book Two Lost Chapter

Explanation: This story was supposed to be in book two and was going to be a huge plot point for Steve and Y/N's relationship arch through the book. This takes place before (like a month before) Age of Ultron. They've started having the conversation about having children and though they had been trying nothing ever came of it, until it did, and then it didn't. 

P.s. This one is depressing

Warning: descriptions of blood, miscarriage, and grief

April 2015

Steve had been gone for three weeks on his mission. I was the only one who hadn't gone on the mission, so the compound had been quiet the last couple of weeks. But sometimes it was nice to have time alone, plus I had a bunch of files I needed to work on.

In these past few weeks, I have been overly excited, already searching for baby names and nursery ideas. Steve would probably tell me to slow down and savor the moment but he wasn't here to pace me.

I hadn't been sleeping well though. I never did when he was away, always tossing and turning until the sheets became an entangled nest.

But tonight was different. Throughout the day I had felt a few sharp pains in my abdomen but I hadn't thought anything of it. Then when an aching pain in my stomach, almost like cramps, arrived I knew something was wrong.

I was scared to death, scared to move, hesitating to breathe knowing the reality this pain brought with it. We have been trying for almost seven months to have a baby with nothing to show for it until now. But I knew that was gone when I felt the blood. My heart fell from my chest, there was no other explanation for it...

...I was having a miscarriage.

I stumbled to the bathroom as nausea overcame me after the realization set in. I heaved up my empty insides with the overwhelming feeling of devastation and guilt.

I slumped on the floor against the toilet seat while blood seeped through my shorts and created a small puddle. I was frozen unable to go get help, or even ask Jarvis to call someone, like they could do anything now.

While I looked down at my blood-stained skin I heard his boots echo down the hall. In my head, I begged him to run back to our fantasy that had just disappeared. But as he neared I called his name with a weak voice barely loud enough for me to hear over the heartbeat in my ears.

"(Y/n)?" Steve knocked in question to my call from the bathroom. I savored the smile he gifted me when I announced the pregnancy one last time before he stepped into this hell where his smile would be a distant memory. "Oh my... (y/n)! Wha- what happened?" He stood over me before dropping to his knees so he could meet my (e/c) eyes which were filled to the brim with tears that had yet to spill over onto my cheeks. "Why is there all this blood?"

"I'm not sure," I whispered not wanting to accept the reality, but the tears told the truth. "I couldn't sleep, and then I started to feel this pain... And then there was blood," I ushered the words so softly he had to lean closer to hear, "I think... I think I lost the baby." But I wish he hadn't because the realization that spread over his face and down his body turning it limp pushed me over the edge.

I slung my arms around his neck hanging on for dear life as the sobs that wracked my body threatened to suffocate me. He lightly wrapped his muscular arms around my figure as if trying to keep it from shattering. We sat like that for a long time, what felt like an eternity.

Then Steve grabbed my arms, effortlessly pulling me up to stand on legs that had been numb far before he got to the bathroom. The bleeding had subsided but I was left light-headed and distant.