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…2 years later…
You woke up slowly to soft puffs of breath moving against your neck. The pale light of dawn was just barely peeking through the window, casting a cool, ethereal glow over the room. You felt lips moving gently across your neck until they reached your ear.
“Good morning, Mrs Rogers,” Steve's gravelly voice said, thick with sleep.
You grinned and reached back to stroke your fingers along his jaw. “That's Agent Rogers to you, Captain,” you teased.
“Oh, I see,” Steve replied, his hand traveling up your body to splay between your breasts. “That's how it's gonna be this morning.”
You giggled quietly. “Oh, don't pretend you don't like it,” you countered, sliding your hand back until it tangled in his hair, tugging lightly.
Steve hummed in your ear before moving to attach his lips to the spot just below the corner of your jaw. He sucked on the skin and you whined, arching back against him. You ground your ass against his erection and he groaned against your neck, his hand between your breasts sliding up further to lightly grip your throat.
“You didn't get enough of this last night?” He asked in a deep, husky voice as he pressed his cock hard against your ass and moved his lips further down your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses.
You moaned at the feel of his pulsing member pressed into the curve of your ass and pulled at his hair, eliciting a hiss from him.
“I never get enough of you, baby,” you replied, gasping as his hand on your throat gently squeezed and he bit into your shoulder, soothing the mark with his tongue.
Steve gave a dark chuckle. “That's Captain Rogers to you, Agent,” Steve corrected, placing another bite to your neck, making you squeak.
Steve rolled back a little, pulling you with him, giving him the leverage he needed to switch his arms, snaking the left one around you to replace the hand on your throat, and slowly dragging his right hand down to slip between your legs. He paused for just a moment to pinch your clit, before slamming two fingers inside you with no warning. You cried out, hand grabbing at his wrist as you squirmed against the unexpected intrusion.
Steve's fingers were pumping in and out of you quickly and he shook his arm a little to rid it of your grip. “You know the rules, Agent. I give the orders,” Steve bit out as he continued to fuck you with his hand. “Now; don't you dare come until I say so.”
“Y-yes, Captain,” you managed to stammer, his fingers pushing you quickly toward release.
You fought the urge to grab his arm again, instead reaching your hand back to grab his hair. You were panting now, moaning his name and you pulled hard at his hair when he curled his fingers inside you. Steve let out a loud moan of his own and his hand on your throat tightened just a little.
You gave a strangled cry, fighting to keep yourself from coming as he relentlessly fingered you.
“You're right there, I can feel it,” he hoarsely whispered in your ear.
All you could do was give a needy whine, grinding against his hand.
Steve chuckled darkly again. “Alright, Agent Rogers; come.”
You came apart, screaming his name, as he continued to pump his fingers and watch you intently. Steve groaned as he felt you squeezing his fingers and he attached his mouth to your shoulder, sucking and biting and licking every inch he could reach. He worked you through the orgasm before finally stilling his hand, though he didn't remove his fingers. There were a few moments of silence as you gulped down air.
“Orders, Captain Rogers,” you asked in a low breathy tone, reaching down to ghost your fingers up and down his arm.
Steve growled. “Up on your knees, Agent,” he instructed, removing his hands from your body to give you space to comply.
And you did so immediately, sitting up and kneeling in one swift motion. You looked back over your shoulder at him, biting your lip.
Steve took a second to admire the view; your morning hair, the way you bit into your bottom lip with hooded eyes, your round perfect ass and the slope of your back. He couldn't help but grin at you.
Then he was rising to kneel right behind you. You watched his cock bounce with the movement and bit harder at your lip, groaning at the sight.
Steve gave you a wicked grin as he forcefully grabbed your left hip and then placed his right hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you firmly down against the mattress. Your ass was in the air now and he yanked you back against his hips with another growl.
“Hands behind your back, Agent. Keep still,” he ordered. He watched you bring your arms up and cross them behind your back obediently.
He grabbed your ass cheeks, making you widen your legs a little, and he thrust forward, burying his cock inside you. You moaned and he could feel you straining to do as you were told and stay still.
Steve leaned over you, his lips near your ear again. “Good job, Agent,” he praised, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. You let out a needy whimper and he chuckled quietly again. “Now, if you can keep following orders, I might let you come again,” he teased.
You tried to reply but your words were caught in your throat when he began thrusting into you at a punishing pace without build up or warning. You were fighting to stay still as his strong hips slammed against your ass and threatened to drive you right off the mattress. Steve's bruising grip on your hips was the only thing keeping you in place. The sounds of slapping skin and shallow breathing mixed with moans and cries of each other's names were echoing off the walls.
You felt your climax building, almost on edge and you cried out again. “St- Captain Rogers,” you whined, breathless and shaking from the strain of staying still and staving off your release.
“I didn't give the order yet, Agent Rogers,” he reminded you, slowing down his pace.
You whined again, louder, as you felt that tight coil slipping a bit. You instinctively rocked your hips back, seeking friction and Steve halted altogether, his vice grip on your hips holding you in place. You hissed, knowing there would be bruises there later
“That's insubordination, Agent,” Steve growled, refusing to move.
You all but cried, feeling so wound up, as your orgasm quickly faded from view. “I'll follow orders,” you promised, gripping your hands together behind your back more tightly. “Please, Captain Rogers,” you shamelessly begged, not caring at the moment how pathetic you sounded. You'd do anything to just make him move again.
Steve chuckled and smacked your ass, making you cry out. The yelp that rose in your throat was cut off when he started pounding you again, harder than before and you were seeing stars in seconds. Steve groaned loudly as he felt your walls fluttering and spasming around his cock. His hips stuttered and you realized, with relief, that he was also right on the edge.
“Come, Agent Rogers,” he commanded, crying out as he felt you comply.
You screamed his name as your orgasm ripped through your body violently. You felt him coming right alongside you, his hot seed, painting your insides and he collapsed over your body, chest heaving. You stayed pinned beneath him, both of you trying to steady your breathing, his cock still buried in you, for several minutes. Finally, he pulled out and laid back against his pillow and you collapsed on your side.
“It's a good thing the mission’s over, Steve, because I'm gonna feel that for three days,” you said through ragged breaths.
Steve laughed, breathy and ragged as well. “Is that a complaint?”
“What do you think, Captain Rogers?” you replied, giving him a devilish grin.
Steve mirrored your expression as he crawled over to lay beside you. “I sure as hell hope not, baby.”
Steve smiled as he watched you lay naked in the growing morning sun. He watched the light dance over your skin, dappled over your chest, glinting off the ring that would forever hang from your neck. He furrowed his brow. Rings, he realized. He reached out and grabbed your right hand, turning it over to confirm.
“You took it off,” he said, running his thumb over the backs of your fingers for emphasis.
You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to clasp the rings that hung from the chain around your neck. You had taken to wearing your ring from Bucky on your right hand when you and Steve got engaged. But recently, you took it off altogether, adding it to the chain where Bucky's ring already hung.
“It's been over four years now,” you said, tone laced with a nostalgic sadness as you continued to run your fingers over the rings on your chain. “I figured it was time.”
You reached out and placed your hand on his chest. He smiled at you. “I kind of feel bad that we lied to Tony and Pepper.”
Steve watched you for a second, his grin getting wider. “No you don't,” he challenged.
You bit your lip as you smiled. “No, I don't,” you relented.
“Besides,” Steve said as he wrapped his hand over your waist and pulled you to him. “It wasn't a lie. We told them the op was six days… we just also didn't come home when it finished after four.”
You both chuckled quietly. “Alright, fair enough,” you conceded.
“But, either way,” you sat up and stretched, wincing slightly when you squeezed your thighs together. You saw Steve out of the corner of your eye, smirking. “We should get going. It's a long flight back and I told Tony we would stop and get Murdock on our way home.”
Steve climbed off the bed and pulled you with him.
“Alright. But first we need a shower,” Steve insisted and you laughed as he dragged you towards the bathroom.
***
Steve was piloting the quinjet as you sat next to him working on your laptop. Every few minutes he would look over at you with a small grin, or reach his hand out to trace patterns on your knee. It made you smile and your heart would flutter just a little. It didn't escape you how special it was, even though you'd been together for years now, that you still looked at each other that way. You knew you should count yourself lucky.
Your laptop beeped and an alert popped up on your screen.
“Fuck!” You all but shouted, causing even Captain America to jump just slightly.
“What is it?” Steve asked, his face reflecting genuine alarm, especially when he looked at your panicked face as you put your hand over your mouth.
“I'm late for my birth control shot, again,” you cried, slamming the laptop closed and burying your face in your hands. “Ugh, how can this keep happening?” You groaned as you slumped back in your chair.
“Okay, well let's not panic,” Steve tried to calm you down. “It can't be that late. The alert is on my calendar too and I don't remember seeing it lately.”
“Six days,” you said. “I was due almost a week ago.*
“Shit,” Steve muttered, running a hand down his face. “How did we both miss that?”
“We've been gone nearly a week,” you reminded him. “And you left your phone on the kitchen table, remember?”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, I didn't want to go back for it because not having a phone is one of my favorite things,” he tried to lighten the mood with humor. “But why didn't Friday-”
“Because you told Friday to only alert us in the event of an emergency,” you again reminded him. “And calendar reminders don't fall under that umbrella.”
You were both silent as you individually tried to work the problem. You set the laptop down and got out of your chair, starting to pace. Steve sighed and engaged the autopilot. He grabbed your shoulders as you paced passed him and made you stop.
“First thing we'll do when we land is go get you an emergency pill, alright?” Steve suggested as his thumbs drew soothing circles over your shoulders.
You chewed at your lip, giving him an anxious stare. “We've literally been locked in a hotel room for the last two days doing virtually nothing but each other. You've got me walking with a limp, Steve, I don't know if that's going to cut it.”
Steve couldn't help but laugh. “If it doesn't, then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But for now, being anxious isn't going to change anything. We'll get you the pill, and we'll get your shot as soon as we're back at the compound. Then we'll just have to wait and see.”
You slowly nodded, your rational mind knowing he was right and there was literally nothing else you could do. But your irrational mind was still spinning, even as he guided you back to both take your seats, reminding you that you only had about twenty minutes until you landed at the Starks.
A few minutes of silence ticked by as you continued to chew your lip and your head continued to swim with possibilities.
“Steve?” You quietly asked.
“Yeah, babe,” he replied, watching the clouds in front of you.
“What if it's too late and I'm pregnant?” You voiced the fear gnawing at your gut.
“I'm sure you're not,” he tried to reassure you.
“Yeah…” you tried to stop thinking about it, but no luck. “... But what if I am?”
Steve stifled a sigh. “Alright,” he relented. “What if you are?”
“If I am… what do we do?” You asked, giving him an uncertain look. “I guess, I mean, what would you want to do?”
Steve turned to look at you, trying to gauge what you expected and what you actually wanted. He took a slow breath, wanting to make sure he maintained his calm and didn't make you feel pressured.
“I think it's more important to know what you would want to do. You told me that you didn't plan on having kids. I know we have Murdock, but, honey, I'm not naive and I know if Bucky had survived, that might not be the case,” he paused and took your hand, leveling you with a serious look. “Do you want to have another baby?”
You glanced nervously around the space, unsure how to respond, simply because you were unsure how you felt. You hadn't given much thought to the idea of having another kid. You loved your daughter and didn't regret your decision to have her, but Steve was right; if Bucky hadn't died, it's likely you would have made a different decision.
“I don't know,” you admitted. “I haven't stopped to think about it since Murdock was born. I guess I assumed we would be done after her, but… I don't know, Steve. I had siblings and we were close, but I've seen that often not be the case. You were an only child; did you wish you had siblings?”
Steve looked pensive for a minute. “Sometimes I did, but I had Bucky and he was as close as a sibling,” Steve tilted his head thoughtfully. “I think it's safe to say my life would have been very different without him. I have to believe it certainly wouldn't have been better, regardless of everything I've been through.”
“So… does that mean you think Murdock should have siblings?” You asked cautiously.
You watched Steve closely. You knew him well enough to know he was being withholding. You watched the muscle in his jaw twitch slightly and he was straining to relax his posture. You sighed, wishing just a little that he wouldn't be so stoically selfless because, sometimes, it was impossibly difficult to discern what he really wanted.
You sighed heavily, taking your hand out from under his and crossing your arms. “Out with it, Steven,” you demanded. “Nevermind what you think I want or how I might feel. I asked what you wanted. So tell me.”
Steve swallowed nervously and sat back. He closed his eyes for a moment and then seemed to decide to do as you asked. “Alright, fine, if I'm being honest; I'd love for us to have another baby. I think it would be good for Murdock to have a sibling,” he paused to swallow again and looked at you. “And I would be lying if I said I didn't think about what it would be like for us to have one that's ours.”
You didn't say anything for a minute, just processing his answer. You uncrossed your arms and leaned toward him again.
“Why have you never brought this up before?” You gently questioned.
Steve gave a small shrug. “Because I knew it wasn't what you wanted. Just because I think about it doesn't mean I'm pining for it. I'm happy with what we have.” He reached out and took both your hands, as if he needed to emphasize his point. “I love you and I love our daughter. If that's where you want our family to end, then that's fine with me.”
“We're supposed to be partners,” you said, trying to keep your tone even and calm. “You get to have a say in what our life looks like,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to let your frustration out. “I appreciate how you always put my needs and wants first, I really do, Steve. But it's hard for me to do the same when you have such a hard time sharing what that looks like for you.”
Steve nodded slowly. He was aware of his tendency to stop asking himself what he wanted and just defer to you, wanting to make you happy. And it did make him happy to give you what you wanted. But he understood your frustration.
“I want to have another baby,” Steve stated definitively.
You swallowed, trying to give him a small smile even though you felt your pulse climbing. “Alright,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “I'm glad you told me. I need time to think about things. Can you give me that?”
“Of course, love,” Steve replied with a relieved smile. “Take all the time you want. There's no rush.”
You rolled your eyes with an absent chuckle. “That's not entirely true. I'm not getting any younger. If we're going to do this- assuming I'm not already pregnant- if we decide to do it, the clock is ticking, so to speak.”
“How about this; first we'll get past the current potential pregnancy scare and once that matter is settled, we can revisit the idea?” Steve suggested.
You shook your head. “No, honey, that's the whole point; if we do decide that we want another baby and if I end being pregnant, this might be the only shot. I'm going to have to decide soon.”
Steve sighed again, leaning forward to put a hand on your face. He gently stroked your cheek and smiled. “Then you decide, but you do it for you. Do not let what I want guilt you into a decision you didn't want to make. That will only lead to resentment. I'm happy with the three of us and that won't change.”
You smiled. “Thank you, love.”
***
Steve landed the quinjet not far from the Stark home and once the ramp was lowered you could hear the distinct sound of little girls giggling and shouting. You and Steve stepped up onto the big wrap around porch where Pepper was sitting in a chair, reading a book.
She looked up at you and Steve, offering a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Nice of you to decide to come back. I hope you enjoyed your alone time.”
You and Steve looked at each other puzzled. “Uh, sure, I guess. As much as anyone enjoys desolate landscapes and the threat of gunfire, I suppose,” you cautiously responded.
“You forget who designed Friday,” Tony said from behind you as he walked over towards Pepper. “She always informs me when a mission wraps.”
Steve hung his head. “I shoulda seen that coming,” he muttered. “Look, we're sorry, we should have asked if you minded-”
But Tony was dismissively waving his hand. “No need for apologies, Cap, we didn't mind having the kid, did we, darling?” Tony sat on the arm of Pepper’s chair, looking to her for a reply.
“Of course not,” she assured. “She keeps Morgan occupied. She's always welcome.”
“Absolutely. Anytime. Despite the fact that she's the spitting image of her dad, she seems to have adopted your more diplomatic approach,” Tony said, tilting his head toward Steve.
All four of you turned your heads toward the yard when you heard a clashing sound. Morgan and Murdock were playing and, true to form for children of superheroes, they were decked out in gear of some kind. Morgan had an Iron Man helmet, gauntlets, and a chest plate. She raised her hands, palms out and a convincing sound of a firing repulsor was heard as a blue light flashed from her hands. Murdock pretended to block a non-existent beam of energy by raising her left arm, which was covered in something that strikingly resembled Bucky's vibranium arm.
You watched them play for a moment and your breath caught, heart stuttering. Tony was right; for a split second she was her father's clone, even in her tiny form. The way she moved, shoulder length dark hair flying, and planted her feet to use her pretend metal arm to block a pretend blow, it was all Bucky. Steve must have seen it too because neither of you could move or speak.
“Murdock! Your parents are here!” Pepper called to your daughter.
The girls paused and Murdock turned around. You watched her eyes light up when she spotted you and Steve and you couldn't help the wide smile that curled your lips.
“Mommy! Daddy!” She shouted and then she was running toward you, climbing the steps quickly, and wrapping her arms around your legs with a hug. She looked up at you and grinned before quickly moving to hug Steve.
“You were gone a long time,” she whined as she looked up at Steve, her little arms not able to fully wrap around his legs.
Steve gave her an apologetic smile and knelt down. “I'm sorry, baby girl. I know it's hard when we have to be away,” he apologized as he pulled her into a proper hug. “We missed you. Did you have fun with Uncle Tony and Aunt Pepper?”
You knelt down next to Steve, reaching out to rub your hand over the covering on Murdock's arm. “It looks like Uncle Tony made you a new toy,” you remarked, eyes darting to Tony for a second.
“Relax, Hawklet, it's just nanites, no weapons, can't even increase strength. It's all for show. Watch. Show your mom how it works, kid,” Tony instructed.
Murdock grinned and then tapped two tiny fingers at the wrist. The covering on her arm retracted into millions of tiny nanites and eventually gathered into a small charm on a bracelet. Murdock grinned at you, showing you the bracelet.
“That's awesome,” you remarked, smiling back at your daughter.
"Just like Dad," Murdock said proudly as she reactivated the nanites and the replica of Bucky's arm climbed up to cover hers again. She struck a pose, swinging her “metal” arm in a circle and fixing you with a deadly stare, brows furrowed, steel blue eyes serious.
You choked on a gasp and stood back up, feeling the wind being knocked out of you. Steve stood too, placing his hand on your back as he watched you try to control the shock on your face and to your system.
Steve gave Murdock a smile and a small laugh. “Yeah, honey, you look just like your dad,” he agreed wholeheartedly.
“My dad, Bucky,” Murdock said emphatically. “I don't look like you, Daddy,” she pointed out with a giggle. “No shield, see?” She spun in a circle with a laugh to emphasize her point.
“That's true, kid,” Tony agreed. “We'll get you a shield so you can look like both your dads.”
Murdock squealed in enthusiastic agreement. She ran back off toward Morgan again.
You watched her go, still feeling a little shaken by the ghost you had just seen. You felt Steve gently rubbing your back and you turned to look at him.
“She looked just like him,” you breathed.
“She certainly did,” Steve agreed, pulling you a little closer to his side. “Right down to his menacing Winter Soldier glare.”
“Yeah, like I said. She's the spitting image of her old man,” Tony reiterated.
***
The jet ride back to the compound was brief, but Murdock was out cold almost as soon as you were wheels up. She lay passed out in your lap while Steve gently guided the jet down to land in the hangar.
“Do you want me to take her? Steve offered as you stood.
“No, I've got her. You get all our gear,” you replied.
You left Steve to figure out how to bring in all your tactical gear and baggage while you brought your daughter inside. A few moments later you had her tucked into her bed. You were softly closing her door when you heard Steve coming down the hallway, his arms full.
“You might as well put them in the laundry room,” you instructed. “I'm sure everything needs washed.”
Steve simply nodded and headed toward the laundry. You walked out to the kitchen, yawning and stretching your tired limbs, as you turned on the kettle to make some tea. You leaned back absently against the counter, waiting for the water and your mind began to wander.
You couldn't shake the image of Murdock as she pretended to be Bucky. It made your heart soar and crack all at the same time. It was a strange juxtaposition.
Eventually your mind began to conjure what it would look like to have a carbon copy like that, but of Steve. You pictured a little sandy-haired, blue-eyed boy holding a tiny shield and you involuntarily smiled.
You didn't realize the kettle was whistling, lost in your little daydream, until Steve was standing next to you turning it off. “Hey, love, where'd you go?” He asked as he poured hot water into your mug.
You shook your head a little, looking up to give him a shy smile. “Oh I was just thinking,” you replied quietly. You reached up to grab the honey from the cupboard.
“Well, what were you thinking about?” He asked as he turned to lean back against the counter, gripping the edge with his hands. “You had kind of a dreamy look on your face. Were you thinking about me?” He tilted his head to the side and gave you a cheeky grin.
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile you donned at his cheesy comment. “No, Rogers, I was not thinking about you.”
Steve pretended to look disappointed and you laughed again. You steeped your tea bag silent for a couple seconds, trying to decide if you wanted to share your thoughts.
“I was thinking about the prospect of a little you,” you finally shared. “Imagining what it would be like.”
Steve's grin slackened. He stood up straighter, turning just a little toward you. “Really?” He asked in a hushed tone, clearly afraid if he said too much, you might shut him down.
You bit your lip just a little and nodded, a small smile on your lips. “Really,” you confirmed. “And… I think I like the idea.”
***
You walked out of the bathroom to where Steve was waiting on the other side, arms hugged tightly around himself. He looked up at you expectantly, his jaw ticking as he fought to control his nerves.
“I'm not pregnant,” you said, holding up a negative test to show him.
He continued to tightly control his emotions, but you could see just a hint of disappointment.
“Are you okay?” He cautiously asked.
You sighed and sat on the bed. “Yeah, I'm fine. Honestly, I don't know what I was hoping for. I'm still unsure about the idea,” you confessed. “But I know you're disappointed. I'm sorry.”
Steve sat next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. “Don't do that. You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. You can feel however you feel about it. We don't have to worry about it anymore and you can go get your birth control shot and we'll just forget it, if that's what you want.”
You sighed as you rested against his shoulder. “Maybe we just don't get the shot and let whatever's going to happen, happen.”
Steve's hands that were rubbing your back stopped. He sat back a little so he could see your face. “Is that really what you wanna do?” His question was quiet and unassuming, but you didn't miss the glint of hope in his expression.
You smiled. “Yeah, babe. Let's do it. Let's see what the universe has in store for us.”
***
…1 year later…
You burst through the door of your bedroom, eyes searching the hallway, heading toward the kitchen. You clutched the test tightly in your hand, trying to stay composed, at least until you found him, but it felt like you might burst. You finally spotted Steve standing in the doorway, staring at a video feed suspended over the kitchen table.
“Steve! Honey, I need to-” you began but he clearly wasn't paying attention.
You could hear a video playing and you stopped to watch, feeling your heart skip as you did so.
“Oh, hi, hi! Uh, Is anyone home? This is, uh, Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport…”
“Is this an old message?” Steve said as he stared at the feed.
“It's the front gate,” you breathed, jaw falling open.
In an instant, Steve was granting access to open the front gate and then he was dashing for the door.
You stayed still for a beat, frozen with confusion, you looked down at the pregnancy test in your hand. The positive test. You shoved it into the pocket of your hoodie and then you were running after Steve, chest humming as your mind flooded with panic and possibilities… and hope.