Avengers Imagines and Preferences

Parenthood // Steve Rogers

// Labor //

Here you are, sitting in a hospital bed, in labor. You'd think that you'd be freaking out and Steve would be trying to calm you down, right? Nope, quite the opposite actually. Steve was cool, calm and collected on the way to the hospital. He remembered everything he needed to do before you left the house, he was gentle with you, he even drove responsibly. However, as soon as you were all settled into your bed and he had nothing to keep him occupied, the nerves started to set in. 

"What if I drop her?"

"What if I passed on all that asthma and stuff I had before the serum?"

"What if I'm a terrible dad?"

The last one struck a cord in you.

"Steve, come here," you said sweetly. He pulled up a chair next to your bed and leaned toward you. "Our daughter is going to be healthy and happy. Her eyes will have the same sparkle that yours have, that I know. You're not going to drop her, and Steve, look at me."

His eyes slowly raised to meet yours.

"I can't think of a better person to be a father than you. You're going to do fine."

He smiled and kissed your hand softly. All too soon, the pain started for real. I'll just say that the labor and delivery were long and painful. It was not fun for either you or Steve. However, when it was all said and done, it was so worth it. When the nurse placed your daughter in your arms, well, nothing could top that moment. It was as if everything else around you vanished, and the only thing in the world that mattered was your little family, sitting together surrounded by unshakeable joy. You didn't think it was possible for her to look any smaller, but she appeared almost microscopic when in Steve's arms. No one had ever seen him look so happy, not even Bucky, who was there for almost his whole life. After you had your time as a family, the rest of the team came in to meet the newest avenger.

"So, what's her name?" Tony asked.

"Meet Maya Natalia Rogers," you beamed.

"Yes," Natasha whispered while fist pumping.

"Congrats," Bucky grinned, slapping Steve on the shoulder.

"We shall test if she is worthy!" Thor bellowed.

"Thor NO!"

// 6 Years Old // 

You and Steve sat at the dining table waiting for Maya to get home from school. You were going to go pick her up from the bus stop, but Peter insisted on getting her instead. They had become pretty close since she was born, and he had proven to be a surprisingly good baby sitter. Steve sipped some coffee and read the newspaper (like the old man he is), and you were looking at Instagram. Suddenly the door flew open to reveal a very excited Maya and an apprehensive Peter.

"Mommy, Daddy! I got a boyfriend!" she exclaimed. Steve immediately choked on his coffee.

"Excuse me?!" Steve demanded.

"I had nothing to do with this!" Peter yelled, slamming the door and running down the street as fast as he could.

"What was that about having a boyfriend, Maya?" he asked in a warning tone.

"His name is Alex! He asked me to be his girlfriend. I don't know what it means, but I'm a girl and I want to be his friend, so I said yes!" she explained happily. You instantly began laughing uncontrollably. Steve still seemed upset. "What's wrong daddy?"

"I don't want you to be anyone's girlfriend until you're forty-five," he grumbled. Her face fell at those words.

"But why? I like having new friends. I wanna be everyone's girlfriend!" she whined. He choked again, this time on air.