Winter's Daughter

Chapter Three

That night, you and Killian make dinner together. Killian loves helping you in the kitchen. Tonight you two are making homemade pizza. You had to turn your phone completely off earlier because Natasha was blowing up your phone with texts about going out on that date. Needless to say, you stood up whatever guy she had lined up for you. I mean, it wasn't like you had a choice. You had a son to take care of and worry about. You couldn't just ditch him on movie night. Just as you were laying out the finished dough, there is a knock on the door. Already assuming it was Nat, you sigh and tell Killian to watch the dough while you go answer the door.

"Yes, Nat? What do you–? Oh, Captain Rogers," you gap when you come face to face with the blond patriot.

"Hi... um. How are you?" Steve smiles awkwardly. He seems rather nervous. Steve is dressed in a nice flannel shirt and some jeans with his leather jacket over his shoulders. It was much nicer than the old oversized military t-shirt and sweatpants you had thrown on. He keeps his hands tucked away in his back pocket as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm... good. What are you doing here?" You ask.

"Nat sent me because you, and I quote, 'would slam the door in her face as soon as I brought up going on that date.' Sorry for this. It wasn't like she gave me much of a choice," Steve explains.

You sigh and shake your head. "Did she tell you who it was she was setting me up with?"

Steve nods before he drops his head in embarrassment. You're eyes widen when you realize what was going on. Really? Natasha really had to go there, didn't she?

"Look, I know this isn't how you want to spend your evening, so I can just leave and we can pretend this never happened," Steve says.

"No, it's not, but while you're here, are you hungry? Killian and I are making homemade pizza. You can join us," you offer.

"Um... sure. I won't want to intrude on your night, though," Steve says. "Plus, won't it be a bit..."

"I'm not counting this as a date, Steve. I'd genuinely like to get to know you better as friends. Especially seeing as Sam constantly rants and raves about you being his best friends, excluding me," you muse.

Steve shrugs. "Ok. Sure. I'd like that too... um. Would Killian be ok with me butting in though?"

"He will be," you reassure as you pull the blond inside. "Have you ever made homemade pizza before?"

"Not since Bucky and I were boys," Steve smiles. "By the way, Bucky and Rebecca wouldn't stop talking about what you did today. I don't think I've seen him smile and open up so much since before the war."

"I don't know what I did, but thanks?" You giggle as you head to the kitchen. You turn your attention to your small son. "Killian, we have a guest visitor. Do you mind if he stays for dinner and movie night?"

"No, Mommy. Is it Uncle Sammy?" Killian's face lights up at the possibility.

"No, my little pirate. It's even better," you muse as you pick up your son. "It's Captain Rogers so you better behave."

"Really? Are you lying, Mommy?" Killian giggles.

"She's not, kid," Steve says from the kitchen doorway.

Killian giggles as squirms out of your grasp. The small four, almost five years old, rushes up to Steve who quickly hugs the boy. You chuckle as you grab an extra tray and start to divide the dough into three pieces. Steve behind you and setting Killian down on the open counter space next to you. The man is soon lending you a hand by flattening the dough out on the trays. It almost seemed effortless how he inserted himself into this process. When the pizza was in the oven, you leave the boys to watch it while you go to the bathroom and set up the movie.