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Mini-Me (Steve Rogers x daughter!reader)

Steve never expected to have children. He never expected to have a daughter. Yet, here you were. Such a small baby, but definitely his. When Bucky had told Steve that HYDRA had been trying to "manufacture" super soldiers, Steve really didn't believe it. Then, Bucky told him that you existed. With a little bit of Steve's DNA and a willing female HYDRA agent, you were created. As soon as Bucky told him which HYDRA base you were at, Steve and the others took it down. Sure enough, there you were, looking back up at him with wide eyes.

When Steve found you all those years before, he hadn't realized that the experiment hadn't been entirely successful. Yes, you were a mini-Steve, but a mini pre-serum Steve. You were small and prone to illness. You'd even inherited his asthma. It worried Steve sometimes, but you would always insist that you were okay. Just like now.

"Dad, I promise I'll be fine. I won't go anywhere without my inhaler and I won't let strangers in. And no wild parties," you told him, giving him a smile you hoped was reassuring. You knew he'd feel better if you moved into the Tower while he was away on his mission, but you hated being there for long periods of time. Nothing against it, but it kind of felt a little like a prison when you were there by yourself. So, you managed to convince your dad to let you stay in your own home this time. "Alright. Just...be careful." Steve would regret leaving you alone.

Steve returned home a few days later, but instead of his small house, the lot was full of burnt rubble and ash. Steve immediately grew frantic. He practically dove into the rubble. He called your name over and over again, moving everything out of his path. Where were you? Steve had never been so afraid in his entire life.

"Cap," Tony's voice called. Steve turned and saw Tony hovering. "F.R.I.D.A.Y's surveillance...your house burned." Steve looked at him with a glare. "I can see that, Stark!" Tony held up his hands in surrender. "Y/N is in the hospital." No sooner were the words out of Tony's mouth, was Steve sprinting toward the nearest hospital. As soon as he was inside, he demanded to know where you were. The nurse, who looked like she was going to pee herself, pointing down the hall and Steve went running again. He skidded to a stop outside your room and tried to go in.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go in there." Steve whipped his head around. "The hell I can't! That's my daughter in there and you are not keeping me from her," he growled out and the doctor swallowed thickly. "I understand that, but she's hooked up to the machines. Those are the only things helping her breath. Anything you bring in could severely harm her. Her immune system is compromised."

 "What happened?"

"It appears she had a severe asthma attack and couldn't reach her inhaler. The fact that she was cooking and the stove caught fire certainly didn't help." Steve wanted to punch the man. He was speaking about what had happened to you as if you didn't matter. As if you were just another number to add to his book. "I want to see my daughter and I want to see her now." The doctor shook his head."You can't. Not unless you want to risk killing her. When she is breathing normally again and can continue to do so without the machine, we will allow you to see her."

Steve mindlessly wandered into the waiting room and sank down into a chair. He couldn't fight the guilt welling up in his chest. It was his fault you got the short end of the stick when it came to your health and it was his fault he left you alone. Steve had no idea how to fix this.

It was several hours before the doctor came around the corner and told Steve he could see you. He was up before the doctor even finished the sentence. He saw you sitting up in the bed, arms crossed over your chest defiantly. Steve had to chuckle lightly. "Hey, kiddo," he greeted softly and your eyes filled with tears. "Daddy! I'm so sorry."

Steve was at your side in an instant. "Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong." You sniffled. "O-Our h-house." Steve shushed you. "It's just a house, Y/N. We can always find somewhere else to live. I'm just glad you're okay." You sank back against the pillows. "It's all my fault. If I wasn't so weak, that wouldn't have happened."

"Stop that right now. I did not raise you to think that way. You are not weak, Y/N. You can't help that you have asthma. You got that from me. I shouldn't have left you alone. I shouldn't leave as much as I do." You sniffled again. In your typical mini-Steve fashion, you felt guilt like crazy and you would apologize over and over. "You have to, Dad. You're Captain America. The world needs you."

"You need me more and I promise I'm going to try and be there for you more often." You smiled a little and Steve continued, "But you have to do something for me too." You arched a brow. "From now on, when I do have to go, you'll have to stay at the Tower. For your safety. With F.R.I.D.A.Y., accidents are less likely to happen." You sighed, but nodded.

"Okay, Dad." Steve smiled and kissed your forehead. "That's my girl. Now, I'm gonna see what I can do about getting you out of here." He got up and headed out. "Hey, Dad?" He glanced back at you. "Thank you for always trying to protect me. I love you." He laughed softly. "I love you too, kid." He left the room knowing, just like him, you'd want to be out of the hospital as soon as possible.