Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots etc. II

Steve Rogers- Patriotic (c)

Since the day that you met Steve you had no choice but to recognise the fact that he was a proud American and his allegiance to the flag was more than his allegiance to his team or yourself. It was slightly bothersome to you though, mainly due to you not being American and also the fact that you didn't want to share your boyfriend with a whole nation.

If you weren't the one to do the washing, you'd think that he'd have stars and stripes on his underwear. However you knew that to be a true fact (although he was adamant that Tony bought them for him but that was dubious), not only due to finding them in the wash basket numerous amounts of times but witnessing them on the arse of Captain America himself.

Currently Steve was rambling on about the importance of the 4th of July and what preparations needed to made, no matter how hard you tried to change the topic or get a word in, he would change it back to his favourite day- and certainly not due to it being his birthday. He did his best to ignore the fact that it was his birthday as well as he wanted to focus on the American importance.

You didn't quite understand the day, it was just a lot of fireworks and Tony making jokes about you being British until he got drunk which was about 10 am.

After two hours of pure patriotism you finally lost it.

"Stop being patriotic and take a second to listen to me," you exclaimed.

Steve looked up confused. You never raised your voice but it bothered you too much currently as you had important news and didn't want to wait in telling him.

"I'm sorry. I have something to tell you, and it's hard to speak when you are so excited about freedom and bald eagles or whatever," you sighed.

"Can't it wait?" he asked.

"Not really. This isn't something that I can just put off. We do have some time but it's probably for the best to promptly speak about it," you stated.

He sat down opposite you, clearly seeing the concern on your face. Steve reached out and took your hand within his, giving you a comforting smile.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't realise how important this was. What is it? Are you okay? Are you sick?" He asked concerned.

"I guess you could say that. I have a parasite living inside of me, that will make me have crazy cravings and swell my feet, but it should be completely cured in about nine months," you smiled softly.

He looked completely confused for a moment before a small smile crept across his lips.

"Nine months?" He grinned.

"Yes," you said biting your lower lip.

You were pretty sure he was on the same page as you but sometimes Steve could be slightly oblivious.

"Did you call our unborn child a parasite?" He questioned.

"I may have."

Instantly he snapped, keeping the dopey grin on his face as he engulfed you in a strong hug. You let out a shocked squeak but embraced the hug and snuggled as close to him as I possibly could.

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Written by Charlotte.