The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Fifteen

Steve would make an amazing dad. No doubt in your mind about it. The things he did for Dorothy had you constantly making heart eyes at him and soon repaying him in whatever way you could; from going on runs , to visits to the Smithsonian.
Sleeping in your room had become a constant because Steve now found he couldn't sleep at all when he was so far away at night. He's more at ease knowing he'd be able to protect you and Dorothy as quick as possible. (Being a mom and an avenger meant you simply had to accept the possibility of this happening, and prepare for it).
One night Steve had decided to accept one of the many offers Sam presented him of going out and 'finding some ladies', which meant you were alone in bed tonight. You didn't mind. You were glad Steve might actually have a chance of a relationship.
Being a Saturday night, Nat and Wanda decided a girls night was in order, but with Tony and Bruce hard at work in the lab, and no one else generally being around, you couldn't join them. You weren't sure if you would if anyone was around anyway. You'd much prefer staying at home and reading the Tales Of Peter Rabbit to you child than go out and get so drunk that you'd probably loose a few teeth somehow.

Eleven o clock rolled around and you found yourself ready to pass out any minute. You had almost drifted off if it wasn't for the sound of an infants cry that jolted you awake.
You lazily dragged yourself up and started to walk towards your room. As you approached the door, you froze when the crying died down due to someone shushing it.
Someone was in there. Someone was near your baby.
You carefully peeked through the door that you had left open to hear Dorothy (although, you could've probably heard her anyway with your super senses), and saw a tall figure lurking over the cradle. You silently stepped in and picked up your pistol that was conveniently hidden behind your wardrobe.
The last straw was drawn when the figure picked up your child. You felt rage fill you, as well as fear as your maternal protection instincts kicked in. "Put the baby down, and put your hands where I can see them." The figure spun round to face you and stood still before you. It didn't move and you grew angrier as the seconds rolled by.
You pulled the safety off to prove your point of not messing around. You couldn't see their face due to the darkness suffocating the room. "Put her down." You put emphasis on each word and took a step closer. Your heart was beating in you chest. All you could think about was the safety off your baby.
"Y/N, it's me!" A familiar voice echoed through the room and you raced to turn the light on. Steve stood in front of you, confused and looking slightly dishevelled, like he had just woken up. In his arms lay a two month old Dorothy, smiling, and grasping his finger.
You sighed in relief and lowered your weapon. "I thought you were out with Sam!" You whispered in exasperation. You put the gun back in it's hiding place and walked towards him.
"I came home early. It wasn't really my scene." He explained, facial features softening.
"Thanks for warning me, jerk." You smiled teasingly at him and kissed your daughters head afterwards.
"Well, at least we know you'd be okay against an intruder." He mused, placing Dorothy back in her cot. He carried on gazing down at her and smiled again. "I love how she has Bucky's eyes. It's like she keeps him alive with in her." You furrowed your eyes at his statement for two reasons. Number one, Steve was hardly one to say soulful things like that and, number two, you hadn't realised she did have Bucky's eyes.
You strode over to them and peered down, finally seeing the striking resemblance. "Oh my god." You whispered, bringing your hand to you mouth. Steve's head shot up as he noticed your eyes start to well.
"Oh god. I'm sorry, I thought you had already seen it." He brought you in to his chest immediately and soothingly rubbed your back.
You didn't know why it had made you cry. You didn't know why you hadn't seen it before, but god, was it beautiful. You had something to keep Bucky's memory alive everyday in the human form of your offspring, and you didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse. The realisation was just overwhelming, as well as the sudden mention of your late boyfriend. It seemed like he hadn't been mentioned in months and that saddened you.
"I'm sorry. It's pathetic." Steve shook his head and squeezed you closer towards him.
"It's not pathetic. It's normal. Feelings aren't bad, Y/N. You show them however you want." You held on to Steve tighter at his words. He always knew what to say to make you feel better.
"Thank you, Steve." You sniffled, pulling back. When you had composed yourself you joined Steve in bed and smiled. "So, any lucky ladies tonight?" Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"The only girls I really care about right now are you and Dorothy." Your heart fluttered as he played with the hem of his shirt. "I care about you both, so much." He added, finally looking up to find you already staring at him.
"We care about you too, Stevie." You muttered, reaching up to flatten the short strands of blonde hair that had gone wild. "A lot."