Cap's kid

My Good Turns Bad

Cap's POV

  I move my boxes to the room at the far end of the hall. The room is right next to Mew's. It took an hour and a half, I'm exhausted. I had also had to resist Tony's constant flirting, which was really hard, he kept on asking me to move into his room. I just simply said I wasn't ready yet and that I wanted to stay close to Mew. Plus I'm not sure if Mew knows about us yet. He understood and said that he was going to be in his office if I wanted to stop by later. I told him that I would and that's where But I stop to look in on Mew. She's laying on the bed on the blank side of the room, still in jeans and a slightly cropped white shirt. Her hands over her head as if she had a migraine. I take a short step forward, she tilts her head slightly and squints her eyes. I know that I hurt her and doing that scares me. I hurt her by accident.
"Mew, sweetheart," I whisper, walking towards her with caution. "You know that I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just wanted to make you feel better."
   "Ok, you're forgiven," she answers far too quickly.
"What's wrong," I say panicked. "Are you hurt, did someone do something to you. If those boys did anything... oh just wait until Bucky and I get our hands on them. Unless of course it was Bucky... I'll kill him, I swear. No one hurts my baby girl and gets away with it."
"No," she says. "No, just st-stop."
Bucky comes up and looks at Mew then at my face. He looks at the ground, sighing. His gaze turns to behind my head then back to Mew.
"Punk Jr. You and I both know, that if you know that if you don't tell your father what's wrong, he will go on a war path."
"If I do, he'll go on a different one," she groans out.
She rolls over and grabs her stomach. I notice that her face is red and her eyes are squeezed shut. Her lips are almost white. Probably from her biting them so much, I can tell that she had been because she has purple dashes across her lips. She looks undeniably miserable, she fakes a smile though. Her forehead is glistening with sweat, her eyes are red, and she is atrembling. I walk over to her and place the back of my hand against her head. She doesn't have a fever, thank God, Bucky said she's like me when I used to get sick all the time. But, that doesn't mean that she won't get one later. I move Mew's hair out of her eyes, it's stringy and pieces are stuck together with sweat. She gives up small smirk. I notice that she's wearing a sweater and pulling at the sleeves to cover up her scars.
    "Are you sick sweetheart?"
    "Not exactly... I mean yes but there's something else."
     "What, what is it?" I whisper.
     "Is it bad?" Bucky asks.
     "Are you cold?" I ask.
     "Are you hot," Bucky retorts.
     Bucky and I keep this up for around two more minutes until Mew cuts us off. She had to yell to be heard but we still shut up. Her face has a slight undertone of blue like she was out of breath or cold.
     "Dad," She whines. "Migraine. If I tell you, will you two calm down."
     We nod. I lay down and grab her hand, playing with her fingers. She lays her head on my shoulder.
     "What is it sweetheart... is it?"
     "It's a girl thing Dad."
     "Oh," Bucky says. "I... what do you need for me to get you."
     "What, what is it," I ask confused.
     "We should give him a minute," Mew says, almost chuckling.
      I look around the room, looking for an explanation to the strange reaction. I find nothing and just look at Bucky for help. He just looks at me like I'm crazy, or stupid, one of the two. He nods at Mew then points down. I turn with my eyes wide.
"You're PREGNANT!!!!"
"What! No," Bucky and Mew yell.
     Mew covers her ears, I suppose I did yell directly into her ear. My bad.
"Uhm excuse me...," Archer's voice calls out.
"Archer why don't we give Mew a minute and I'll explain the situation."
Archer nods and Bucky takes him out into the hallway. I turn to Mew and sit on my knees. She's holding in a small chuckle at my reaction.
   "So you're not pregnant," I ask, relieved.
   "No," she giggles. "It's kinda a universal pregnancy test."
"Oh," I say like a fool. "That thing."
"Yeah, my uhm... period."
I feel myself go red. I kiss her head, I don't like the thought of this, of her growing up. It means that she could leave me, I cannot bare the thought. She's become my whole world and now I don't know how to live without her.
    "Is there anything I can do for you?"
    "Some privacy would be nice..." she whispers in an apologetic tone.
    "Alright, I have to go see Tony anyway,"  I say. "Remember what I told you though?"
   "That if I ever want to spend time with you or you and the others all I have to do is ask."
   "Exactly sweetie, you don't have to feel alone because you don't like talking."
    "But da-aad."
"But Ni-ight," I say back, copying the annoyance in her voice the best I can.
Her eyes narrow and it takes me a second to realize what I'd just done. I had just called her Night, the name her brother gave her. The first real name that she was ever given.
"Did you just?"
"Yeah, man, I've barely even spent time with your brothers and I'm already calling you by the name they gave you. But then again, I haven't been spending much time with you either."
"It's alright dad."
"No it's not."
"Then spend time with me tomorrow, please."
"Ok, what did I do to deserve you?"
She shrugs, leans over and gently kisses my cheek. I give her toothy smile, sit up, and give her a giant hug.
"I love you sweetheart."
"I-I-I... uhm dad," she stutters.
"Right, I forgot. It's alright kiddo. If I went through what you did, I'd be nervous about saying that as well."
"Thank you dad," she whispers.
I kiss her head and get off of her bed. I walk out into the hallway and see Archer, blushing tremendously. He walks up to me, I give him a stare. One of those good ole dad, kinda stares. He's wearing a button down school shirt and cargo shorts.
"Is Mew gonna be ok Mr. Rogers?"
    "She'll be fine, she just needs some privacy."
     "Oh, alright, does she need anything else?"
       The boy was genuinely concerned, not just asking for the sake of being polite. Or the fact that it was just what people did. I smile at him, I'm glad that Mew has him, even if there is an age difference. I know Peter is probably older than him as well, but still. Peter is the kind of boy that fathers like their daughters to date, alright, maybe not my daughter. But he still makes a better first impression than the boy in front of me. I guess this is when the "don't judge" rule comes into play. Anyway, I was glad that Mew has that good of a filter for people.
    "No, but I'm sure that she'll let someone know if she does."
     He sighs and I walk away. I find Tony sitting in his office, working on a new suit design. I walk over to him and sit on the desk, very pouty.
     "Babe what's wrong?"
     "Mew is growing up and she's gonna leave me and now I'm very sad."
      He gives me a big hug and kisses my forehead. I smile and hug him back.
"I don't want my baby to grow up," I continue.
"But, haven't you only been her dad for like a month and a half right now. So, she's not really your baby, you didn't raise her."
"How is that helping!"