The Choice (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Eighteen

Montage of You and Steve doing cute things and Nat and Sam loosing their minds because you won't admit you like each other.

"Hey Stevie." You greeted as you walked in to the room, Dorothy toddling behind with a grin on her face.
Sam noticed Steve whole demeanour change as you noticed him and chuckled to himself. Both you and Steve looked at him with confused expressions.
Nat sent him a warning look and he immediately stopped. "Okay. What are you two up to?" You asked, hands on hips and eyebrows creased.
Nat turned to you, her face morphing in to a warm smile. "What do you mean?" You raised one eyebrow, missing the way Steve smiled at you and the way you mothered everyone.
"You two are acting weird." Steve answered for you. Sam and Nat looked at each other with confused expressions, much like you and Steve had done seconds before.
"Are we being weird?" Sam asked quizzically, swivelling back to the two of you.
At this point Dorothy had tumbled over to Natasha and clenched her small hands at her. She smiled and took her in her arms without hesitation.
She finally answered Sams question while looking at your daughter. "No. We're not being weird. And even if we were..." she looked to Sam, "at least we're not ignorant." She then stood up with your daughter in her arms, declaring she was going to see Bruce.
As you chased after her, half asking what she meant, half shouting that your child was not to enter such a dangerous place of work, Steve couldn't help but notice how disappointed Sam looked when Nat mentioned Bruce.
"Oh it all makes sense now." Steve smiled at Sam.
"What?" Sam quickly turned to his friend with a sharp look.
Steve only shook his head and got up, walking out of the room and chuckling.
"Steve? What do you mean?" Sam called after him.

"Can you say mama again? Can you?" You smiled at your toddler as she grinned up at you. "Mama." You said again, hopeful for her to repeat herself from the other day.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked from behind you, making you jump. You smiled up at him from the floor and laughed.
"What are you doing? Jumping up on me like that." He let out a small chuckle before sitting next to you.
"So, why are you repeating 'mama' over and over again?" You turned to him ready to explain.
"Well isn't this a nice family meeting?" Sam smirked from the doorway.
"What?" Steve snapped, turning to him quickly.
"It just looks...cosy here." You rolled your eyes before going to explain again.
"Dorothy said mama the other day and I'm trying to get her to say it again." You said like it was obvious, clearly not impressed by being interrupted.
"If you're lucky she might include you, Stevie." Nat said as she walked past Sam in the hallway.
"What is up with you two and the weird comments?" You questioned, turning to Steve for an explanation. He only shrugged.
"Dada!" You heard a quiet voice from beside you. Your head whipped round to see Dorothy reaching for Steve. "Dada." She repeated and as soon as she did your cheeks became immediately warm.
"Point. Proven." Sam cheered from the doorway before leaving you and Steve to avoid eye contact.

"Nat, you've got to see this." Sam hissed to the redhead and she soon sidled over to see what he was looking at.
From where they were standing, they could see in to your room from the slightly open door.
"Sam?!" She whispered back, hitting his chest.
"What? No! Look!" He turned her around so she could see you and Steve smiling at each other before settling in to bed.
At breakfast, the pair could barely hide their excitement. As soon as you and Steve entered, they were on you like a hawk is on a rabbit.
"Why were you and Steve sharing a bed last night?" Sam questioned, a wild look on his face.
"What's this about sharing beds?" Tony asked from the coffee machine. "We have enough beds for one each." His eyebrows furrowed.
You huffed and joined Tony at the machine. It was too early to deal with your fan girls.
"Me and (Y/N) always share a bed." Steve shrugged as if it was a common thing.
"What?!" Sam and Nat exclaimed at the same time. "Why doesn't anyone know?"
"Because it's not a big deal and it's sleeping." You growled, pouring your coffee.
"We just sleep better. I know that her and Dorothy are safe with me there and she has back up if anything happens in the night." Steve explained further.
They still looked gobsmacked and so Steve gave you your daily cheek kiss before going down to the gym, Nat and Sam hot on his heals.
"You know," Tony piped up beside you. "You could do a lot worse. I guess I approve." Tony smiled as you glared at him.
"Not you too!" You groaned before trying to walk away.
"Not just me! Everyone! The world, my dear, thinks you and Steve should be together." He followed you in to the sitting room.
"Please Tony-"
"Pepper pointed out that he has been there for you through everything and for that I won't beat him up for sharing your bed." He held his hands up as if he was being reasonable, but it just made you more frustrated.
"Through everything, in which you mean my boyfriend dying. Something you all manage to forget when you're so quick to put me with his best friend. I loved Bucky with everything I had and you all pretend he never existed." You gritted your teeth as you unleashed and let out what was bothering you for nearly two years. Tony went to say something but you beat him to it. "I'll have my breakfast in my room." You grumbled before marching out.
"Shit." Tony breathed as he watched you walk away.