You know when you’re with someone and you don’t really care what is happening.. You could be sitting on the floor staring at the ceiling, or jumping out of a plane and you somehow feel the exact same. No matter the time or place, your heart beats a little faster.. You don’t wanna talk because you’d rather listen to anything and everything they say.. You can’t look away from them because they are more gorgeous than any other creation.. When your mind never stops runnin to the thought of them.. I think that’s when I realized that it’s not what you’re doing, but who you’re with that really matters. But that’s all I really know.
“You’ve never had a Red Velvet Cupcake, America!?” Shock was
registering on the many faces around the kitchen island.
“I was in Tony’s words a ‘Capsicle’ for 70 years” There was
a slight chuckle in his voice. “I haven’t caught up on everything I’ve missed
“Did they have cupcakes in stone age grandpa?” Tony smirked.
Everyone chuckles and Steve shakes his head “Oh it never
gets old Stark.” Things were never dull in The Tower, you hadn’t been here
long eight months and you could say you were finally feeling like you were home.
The team has been welcoming and helpful between training and getting to know
you, you felt you were finally becoming a part of their family. As everyone drifted away and wandered into the living room
you got a bright idea. Walking around the island and picking up your bag from a
chair you looked at Steve who was watching you
“Come on Cap.” You give him a
grin. He smirks at you
“Where am I going?”
“With me, we’re gonna catch you up on another current trend.”
You grab his hand and pull him towards the elevator. Steve was the closest you had to a real best friend, even
though he acted like a father when you dropped the F Bomb during missions, he
mocks you when he can hear you singing in the shower. Which you will never live
down for Stark being a Billionaire why can’t he build thicker walls in The
Tower. He was always around when you needed a laugh, or to take a good punch at
something. As you step off the elevator and
cross the marble floor you see the women react to Steve’s presence in the room,
you can clearly see them staring and checking him out. He was a large and
gorgeous specimen of science creation. As we hit the glass doors you had to stifle
a giggle. Steve looks down at you as he opens the door for you, ever the gentleman
“Something funny (Y/N)” He raises an eyebrow as you stroll
past him and onto the sidewalk in the direction of your destination.
“Oh no America just thinking.” You say brushing your (Y/H/C) hair out of your face as the wind blows it around as you watch your feet hit the
sidewalk you couldn’t help the smile you could feel creeping into your cheeks.
“Not going to let me in on that thought?” He’s in stride
with you, his bicep brushing against your shoulder as you both make your way on
the crowded New York streets.
“You really are from the stone age aren’t you Cap?” You look
up at him and grin.
“Steve (Y/N), you never use my name. I’m not from the Stone
age, the 40’s weren’t the dark ages.” He
says as he pulls you lightly by the upper arm out of the way of a biker cutting
“I was joking Steve…” You paused you had never called him by
his first name if rolled off your tongue in a strange way like you wanted to
say it more. You shake your head of the thought. “You don’t see what you are
now, post serum. The way people react to you when you walk into a room.
Specially women.” You smile, and point for Steve to head into the local market.
“Women? I guess I’m still not use to being…” He looks down
and looks at you. “This Steve. I was smaller than you, I’m use to going
unnoticed unless in my suit.” He pulls the door open for you and waits for you
to walk in. “A market? I hate to break it to you (Y/N), we had these in the 40’s”
he says in a lower voice as to not draw attention to our, surely weird to other
people, conversation. You roll your eyes and hand him a brightly colored blue
“Smart ass, we’re here for supplies.”
“Language (Y/N)” he sighs and follows behind you. “Supplies?
Does this have to do with those things you were talking about in The Tower?” as
he follows you down the baking aisle. You are rolling your eyes knowing full well he can’t see you
do it, should have seen the ‘Language’ coming as the words slipped out of your
“Yes and those things are called heaven in a paper cup.” You turn to add
a few things into the basket, flour, powder sugar, you were checking off things
from a mental list in your head. “Next aisle.” And Steve follows in response.
“(Y/N) let me asking you something.” He spoke quietly. You don’t say anything just look up at him as you stand in
front of the dairy cooler. He has the most amazing blue eyes, and you
found yourself seeing what you were sure other women saw in him and stopped to
admire. “You never talk about it.” He says more to the butter and
eggs than you. “Fury never released your file, Stark says you’re not in the database.
I was just curious why you don’t talk about where you come from. About what you
can do.” He’s not really talking to you as he is the items in your basket.
That numb feeling waved over you, the same question you knew
everyone in The Tower had been whispering about for months. Only Tony bold
enough to ask it out loud, and telling him you would tell if he could beat you
in a training match without his suit, after making him tap out nobody bother to
ask again. Knowing they all still wondered about the small mutation you had. You
were looking up at Captain America, it still felt like a dream some days being
a part of this life, having a science experiment as your closest friend. “I
need milk.” It was the only thing that you could make come out of your mouth. Steve smirked nodding.
“Is that all? Do we have
everything?” You nodded and started off for the milk. You walk up to the self-check outs and Steve has a look of confusion
of his face.
“Steve? You okay” you say with a small chuckle.
“This, this is new to me.” He looks at the machine like he’s
never seen an alien race try to take over NYC he watches you with serious concentration
as you scanned your items and laid them onto the belt.
“Steve have you not been to a grocery store since,” you drop
your voice “unfreezing?” you look at him with some confusion yourself.
“Well,” his forehead crinkles as he watches you scan the
last few items. “normally F.R.I.D.A.Y makes sure I have everything I need I
mean I haven’t had much reason till now.” He looks at you and gives a smile. “guess
this is a new trend I’m learning today too?” You smile at him as you slip money into the slot and wait
for your change.
“Do you ever leave The Tower aside from missions?” your put
your change into your bag as Steve picks up the bags and ushers you out into
the wind once again.
“I leave. Just to normal places.” He says as you make your
way back towards home.
“I think we should start calling you The Hunchback of the
Tower.” You giggle and look at Steve.
“The Hunchback of the Tower?” he asks looking at you with un-surety.
“Steve please, please tell me you have seen the Disney movie
The Hunchback of Norte dome” You could feel your eyes getting wide as you stared
at him in shock.
“I think it’s on the list.” He smirks and continues walking.
“Seriously????? Wow you’re so out of date.” You shake your
head and give a small laugh.
“So I hear.” You both get quiet and you know he’s thinking about the
question he asked in the store the one you dropped and tried to leave there in
the dairy aisle. You know Steve wouldn’t judge you, but you also weren’t sure
you wouldn’t hurt him if you used it. Banner says you’re getting better, he was
the only one that knew and that was an accident. After he understood why you hadn’t
told the team, he offered to help you learn to control it, to run some test to
give you a better understanding. Funny running tests is how you got into this
situation in the first place, but you trusted Banner as he knew what it was
like to be an experiment gone wrong.
“(Y/N) I’m sorry.” Steve said as you were in the elevator alone,
he was looking at the doors.
“What? Why?” You looked slightly panicked as you’re pulled
from your thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not our business. At first we didn’t
trust it or you, all of us have pasts we just don’t understand why you won’t
share yours. Nat says you’ll share when you are ready.” He’s helping you pull
your baking items out of the bags.
“Steve?” You ask.
“(Y/N).” he looks at you, when he realizes what you’re doing
and takes three quick strides to you taking the big mixing bowl from you, and
setting them of the counter.
“Thanks.” you grin at him as he turns back to you, it was
funny looking down at him from your place on the counter tops where you had
crawled to grab the bowls. He places his giant hands out in the case you become
ungraceful and take a fall. “Catch me?” You didn’t leave him a chance to
respond as you took a hop off the counter knowing full well he would catch you
in a heartbeat. Before you knew it he was pulling you in close as you sank
into his arms, damn he was huge, well built. Soft for a built soldier, it wasn’t
like being caught by a statue. He set you on your feet in front of the island
with a chuckle.
“Always the dare devil (Y/N).” His smiled cut off any chance
him trying to sound stern.You grin up at him,
“Wanna help?” you pull out measuring
cups and beaters.
“You wouldn’t mind showing me how to make ‘Heaven in a paper
cup’” he asks as he twirls the cupcake cups across the counter.
“Only if you wear a pretty apron with me?” you slap a hand
over your mouth to hide the smile you know is there. Steve eyes you, and looks at the aprons hanging on the way
by the cupboards. He saunters over to the wall and picks up a red apron that is
probably the least girly hanging there.
“These better be worth this.” He says as
he ties the apron around his waist. Oh this was gonna be so fun, America in an apron and red
velvet cupcakes things just couldn’t get better. Steve was horrible at baking rescues thousands of civilians
doesn’t understand measuring flour. He scratched his forehead at some point and
has flour smeared across his flawless skin.
You kept thinking about him wanting
to know about your secret. The mutation. You knew he would be the one person
who wouldn’t think you were a freak, though you were sure none of the team
would think that. Your history with people finding out was never a good thing,
it never went over well. Letting Steve try the frosting for the cupcakes and
you enjoyed watching his reaction, this is the one thing you were good at
baking. It was your happy place. No worries. No mutation. No judging. Just
tasty treats you’d work off the next day.
“Steve…” You looked down at the bowl and played with the
“Y/N)?” He was still licking his fingers to get the frosting
off. You giggled, boys were so typical.
“I wanna tell you
something.” You looked up at him seeing the flour and the frosting made you
“Sure, you can tell me anything.” He wipes his hand on the
apron, it does no good. You decide to give it a try, slow, easy… focus. There was a
wet paper towel next to the sink from when you had to remove the red food
coloring from Steve’s face. You give it a small thought, thought about it being
in your hand. As it twitched you saw Steve in the corner of your vision still
struggling with the frosting in between his fingers. You smirked and focused on
the paper towel, suddenly it was gone. You could feel the cold wet paper towel
in your hand before you looked down to see it. You looked up at Steve who had
noticed the paper towel suddenly appear.
“(Y/N), where did that come from?” He asks looking back at
the sink to your hand. You stand up and reach up the paper towel to his forehead
moved it.” As you wipe the flour away from his skin. You moved to his hands.
“(Y/N) how? You didn’t get up and grab it though.” You can
feel his eyes on you, but you focus on wiping the frosting off his hands, not
meeting his gaze. “Are you like Wanda?” He finally asks as you sit back down on
“I’m not like Wanda.” You say as you spread frosting on the
brightly colored cupcakes. What you would give to be like Wanda, she knows what
she is, what she can do. To have control, at least more control than I do. “What
I can do, I can’t explain.” You continue to frost cupcakes, as you go you lose
yourself in the rhythm you feel at ease.
“(Y/N) ummm…” Steve sounds off beat. You look up to see cupcakes twirling around you about a foot
off the counter top.
“Fuck. Sorry.” You focus to put the cupcakes back down
without smashing them. As they slowly lower back to the counter you can feel
Steve shift and it makes your muscles tense up, and one cupcake flips and
smashes into the counter top.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Steve is closer to you.
“It’s okay. Not the worst thing I’ve done.” You say as you
brush cupcake crumbs off your shirt. Looking at Steve you can see a burning
question he is trying to figure out how to ask. “You wanna know how.” You say
crossing your legs and turning towards him.
“Not if you don’t want to talk about it.” He says as he
tries to not be shocked you knew what he was thinking.
“I’m like you, science experiment.” You say as you pick up a
cupcake and inspect it.
“You choose to be like this?”
“No, it’s a mutation. I choose to have some testing done and
try an experimental drug. Than one day…” you wave your hand in a small jester
and the coffee pot was suddenly in front of Steve.
“(Y/N) why didn’t you tell anyone I mean Banner, Wanda,
Pietro, all the things we’ve seen.” He looked around his forehead creasing.
“I’ve never been accepted for what I can do, I’ve hurt
people with what I can do, and not by choice.” You frown and you think back. Behind the both of you hear someone clear their throat. You turn fear creeping in. When you lay eyes on the dark
figure dressed in his typical black from head to toe.
“Fury.” Your mouth goes dry. Damn.
“Well it looks like Rogers is all up to date (Y/L/N) good.”
He has made his way to the island and picks up a cupcake. “You even made
cupcakes. Red Velvet, my favorite.” He tills the cupcake in your direction and
winks at you. You and Steve exchange a glance. Fury turns to walk away, when he
suddenly says “Time to fill the rest of the team in, Meeting Room in 5. You’re
going on a mission.”
“oh crap.” You drop your head to your hands and shake your
head. This is not how you planned to expose your secret, maybe you could bribe
them with cupcakes. You gather the plate of cupcakes and turn to Steve “Think
these are good enough to keep them from hating me?” Steve laughs and grabs the other plate,
“I doubt they’ll
hate you. Just tell them while their mouths are full.” At least with Steve understanding this won’t be so hard
facing everyone else.
I lift my gaze to the hypnotising blue orbs that matched the one of the small human i am holding. I break out into a grin.
“She looks just like you.” i whisper to scared to wake the baby that i have cradled in my arms. I lower my eyes back to the gorgeous little girl that is half mine, and half the person that i love. I softly smile when i feel jack press a kiss to the side of my head and run his fingers down my arm and on to our gorgeous baby girl.
“Nah, she looks just like her mum, gorgeous Y/H/C hair and that nose, she’s all you.” He comments, holding his arms out for the baby, and the smile that lights up his entire face when he holds his little girl, makes me melt.
“I love you, you mean so much to me Jack,” i whisper sitting down on our couch, and watch him carefully as he rocks little Kelsey, “I love our little family.”
“Well i would hope so since its been almost two years since you said ‘i do’ babe” he chuckles and takes up residence next to me on our couch. Jack fondly glances up, remembering the day we became a family. I smile over at him.
“It was such a beautiful day, you looked so hot that day babes.” i giggle over at him, obviously flirting.
“So did you Mrs.Maynard.” He stand up and places our gorgeous creation into her crib and stalks his way back over to me, and kisses me softly. i pull him down so that he is sitting next to me. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his side.
“Its so crazy that we’ve been married for two years next week.” i plant a kiss on his chest. A smile finds its way on to jacks face.
“The second best day of my life,” he whispers into my ear. i raise my eyes to meet his confusion clearly evident on my face. “The first being the day that we made our family go from two to three.”
I press my lips to his and i can feel him smile into the kiss.
“I love you.” i repeat from earlier.
“And i love Conor,” Jack laughs teasing me, i slap his arm lightly “Oh yeah and i guess I love you too.”
It was a suprise to his family, friends and fans, when he was the first of the Maynard’s to get married, and have a baby. Conor originally believing that you were joking about being engaged, and then believing that jack was pranking him when you announced that you were pregnant. Anna on the other hand was so excited for you to become her sister in law, and more than excited to become a aunty. Being a part of the Maynard family has been crazy and slightly stressful but for the most part, you loved it. Helen and Gary treated you like you were one of their own.
“Im pretty sure Conor still thinks were joking.” i laugh and pull him down so that were laying down on the couch.
“Well it might be time we show, Kelsey to the world,” he sighs, “ill give my brother a call and get him to come over.” i smile, knowing how much he’s wanted to let everyone know about her being born but also how badly that he’s wanted to keep her all to himself.
“Okay.” i reply smiling widely at my gorgeous husband.
“Why did you call me over Jack? Is the misses out?” i here confused Conor say.
“I have someone i want you to meet,” Jack reply trying not to show his excitement. I walk out into our kitchen holding our baby girl in my arms, trying not to make myself known to Conor just yet. “Turn around.”
I watch as Conor’s body turn to face me, confusion originally showing on his face, quickly being replaced by excitement. Jack makes his way around his brother and to my side, glancing at each of our faces, until finally resting on his brothers face. I look down to my baby and back up to Conor and say, “Would you like to hold her?”
Conor takes a step forward and gazes down at his niece, and slowly runs his fingers along her face, “She’s beautiful, whats her name?” he whispers careful not to wake the sleeping girl.
“Kelsey.” Jack says looking at all of the boys, before he had met you the boys had discussed baby names, that was jacks favourite. Conor opens his arms eager to finally meet his niece.
“Hello Kelsey, I’m Uncle Conor.” i watch Conor interact with the sleeping baby, with tears in his eyes.
“She looks just like Y/N, doesn’t she Con?” Jack asks, tears shinning in his eyes as he pulls my back against his chest.
“Yeah, Yeah she does.” is all that he manages to mumble.