Chris Evans One Shots and Imagines

Uncle Steve (Steve Rogers)

A/N; this probably makes absolutely no sense, time wise but a fun little imagine I've wanted to write for a while.

I gripped Steve's shirt tight, my face buried in his chest, his shirt drenched with my tear stains. I was informed by Director Fury my father, Bucky Barnes was alive but not the man he once was. I never met my father in person, but he and my mother had a love affair some years ago, and then I was conceived, she was a strong woman. She unfortunately passed away due to an illness when I was younger.

I found out by accident when I taken to the avengers tower over 2 years ago, and walked in while Steve was talking about seeing Bucky for the first time.
"I know he knew me" Steve said quietly to Nat sat opposite, holding his hand in comfort, "it's sad because he has a daughter that he doesn't know exist" he continued, at this point I was leaning against the doorframe listening in, despite Director Fury ushering me to sit down and make myself known.
"(Y/N)?" Nat whispered loud enough I could hear, I remember my heart jumping up into my throat. He can't be I repeated to myself in my head. But Steve nodded yes, dropping his head down to the floor

That's when it started, from that moment. Steve consoled me, putting me in a room next to his.

Steve also told me stories, their time in the war in the 1940s, the person my father once was, a good man. He was determined to help Bucky, and wanted me to finally meet him. I was not so sure.

"I dont wanna see him" I cried into Steve's chest, Steve hushed me and rubbed my back soothingly.
"Hey (Y/N) I promise its gonna be okay" he continued to rub my back, Steve always kept promises.
"Why couldn't you be my dad" I mumbled quietly
Steve chuckled, "Bucky is a good man, he just doesn't know it yet. Anyway he's here. We're gonna help him" steve pushed me away slightly, but I refused to make eye contact, "please (Y/N) wont you try?" He put a finger under my chin but I stared at his forehead
"No!" I snapped, pulling away from him and running towards my room. I hated the pressure, it wasnt just from Steve, but from Tony who kept making it a point he wishes he could see his father, I should be grateful I have one.

Once i made it to my room, i ran towards my bed and buried my face in my pillow, sobbing like a baby. I hated change, how everything was, was just perfect. Steve was known to me as Uncle Steve and he took care of me when he found out about me, and he was the greatest uncle in the world, very protective and old fashioned in the way of technology. I had also bonded closely with Natasha and Tony, they always made sure I had everything I needed.

I felt the bed dip, and a hand on my back.
"(Y/N)..." it was Steve's voice, "I know you're sceptical but trust me, I'm gonna do everything possible to help him, I know Bucky, he is gonna be really happy to know he made such a beautiful and smart daughter" he whispered, I turned my face to look at him slightly, my bangs sticking to my wet sweaty face
"Why are you pushing this? Why is it so important I meet someone who's killed people?" I asked quietly, tucking my wet hair behind my ears.
Steve sighed, and thought before answering.
"Because that's not Bucky, we know he's been experimented on. Bucky wouldn't hurt anyone and I know for damn sure he wouldn't hurt you, and I wouldn't let him. I'm still gonna watch over you, and no matter what I'll always be your uncle Steve, okay?" he smiled reassuringly.
I nodded my head slightly, "okay. I'll meet him" I said sitting up, and throwing my arms around Steve's neck for a tight hug.
"Come on. Do you wanna go for a ride on my bike?" He asked pulling away from the hug, and wiping my tears with his thumbs. I nodded my yes enthusiastically, "can we stop for cookies?" I asked getting up off the bed. Steve chuckled, "sure. Anything you want kiddo".