It’s signed by Smith’s president, Kathleen McCartney, and the presidents of Barnard, Bryn Mawr, Mount Holyoke, Vassar, and Wellesley Colleges, as well as the dean of the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard.”
Steve didn’t realize that the practice of drawing his favorite fictional characters had a special name now, especially since he’d been doing it since he knew how to hold a pen. He’d always wanted a way to get feedback and comments on his art while still maintaining his anonymity, and now, with the internet, that was possible. He started a small art blog under an unassuming username, and began posting some of his work. Most of the characters he knew were from radio plays and newspaper comics anyway, so no one seemed to recognize them. They just assumed they were his “OCs”, whatever that meant.
Regardless, most of the comments were very positive, and Steve was able to connect with other artists without the pressure them knowing he was Captain America. It seemed like the second anyone knew that, they were afraid to critique him, even though being a super solider and a good artist had absolutely nothing to do with each other. With the help of the other artists he spoke with, he was able to learn about digital illustration, new techniques for picking his colors, and experiment with different art styles.
Then, one day, he was feeling nostalgic, and drew from memory a few sketches of the Commandos. He didn’t think it was anything special, but he was sure he’d know those guys’ faces for the rest of his life, and without thinking twice, he posted it. In a matter of minutes, he was getting comments and messages commending him on his Captain America and the Howling Commandos “fanart.” Fanart? Was that what he’d been drawing this whole time?
He was combing through fanart tags for the rest of the afternoon, and while some of the work wasn’t really his cup of tea, people had done some really beautiful drawings and paintings of him and his friends. By the time he’d closed his laptop, he felt like tearing up. Here were thousands of people keeping the memory of him and his friends alive, and to him, that was the best feeling in the world.
Prompt : Based on @shittyaus : where a superhero has to deal with a supervillain who thinks they’re their best friend
Pairing : Steve Rogers x OC
Genre : Good ol’ crack and fluff | Warning : none
Author’s Note : IT’S BEEN SO LONG AND I’M FINALLY HERE AGAIN AND I MISSED YOU GUYS SO I hope you guys will like this! <3 let me know what you think! this is going to be a 2/3 chaptered fix so yay!
“He’s not moving.” Bucky mumbled and nudged Natasha’s arm, lips twisted into an amused smile.
“I know.” Natasha hisses back, hands on her waist while she watched her friend’s jaw dropped in shock.
Once they realized this will take lot longer than they expected, they started to look around the destroyed park and took a seat on the only standing bench near them, eyes still trained on Steve and the woman standing in front of him.
“She’s cute.” Bucky commented after a while.
“For a supervillain.” Natasha nodded, lightly chuckling at the slight twitch of Steve’s eyes when the woman’s face brightened.
* * *
“HELLO, STEVIE!” She pranced towards him. Pranced. Steve could hear Bucky laughing behind him and it took every willpower in him not to throw his shield at his best friend.
Steve let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail today and she was wearing a different shade of dark blue denim jacket. God. He hated this and he hated himself more for paying attention to these kind of details. She stopped short in front of him, eyes twinkling with glee, which was never a good thing. God knows what else she had done aside from almost leveling the park to the ground and he didn’t want to think about that at all.
“You know I have to arrest you, right?”
“But I got us a table at the new restaurant around the block!” She gawked at him as if he was the evil one. God help him. Steve’s eyes twitched a little at her shocked expression. He’d tell her she was an adorable if it weren’t for the fact that she is a supervillain.
“And who did you threaten to get that reservation?”
“I did not threaten anyone.” She gasped in mock hurt, clutching her hand to her chest and Steve let out another sigh.
“Look! Here’s the ticket.” She took it out of her jacket pocket and showed it to him, smiling sheepishly when he noticed the names and the tiny red stain on the corner. “They’re not going to miss it.”
“Please tell me you didn’t kill them.” Steve groaned.
“I didn’t! They’re already dead, okay! I found this in the morgue when I was snooping around. And it’s a nice restaurant!”
Steve squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and took a few deep breaths. He could still hear Natasha and Bucky laughing at him from across the park. Another sigh escaped his lips before he turned to face her again. She was still staring at him with her hopeful eyes and flushed cheeks and goddammit he wasn’t supposed to think she was cute. He wasn’t supposed to think about her at all. He snatched the ticket from her. Her face broke into a huge smile and he cursed himself when his heart did that stupid pit-a-pat thing. She destroyed a park. She just destroyed a park. Get a hold of yourself.
“So, are you going to pick me up at six? We could go to a little ice cream shop afterwards. The weather’s a bit chilly but we’re both kinda immune to that, right? We could bond and be friends. I even let you have a sleepover at my pl–HEY!”
“You’re coming with us, [Y/N].” Steve grumbled, sensing an oncoming headache while he cuffed her hands.
“I guess that’s a no on the dinner and ice cream?”
* * *
In retrospect, he probably should have seen it coming. Why else would they ask him to come to stop a robbery. Tony invented a fucking state-of-the-art stun gun that could help the bankers put down the robbers discreetly. The man even went down to the bank himself to teach them how to use it. Maria Hill only shook her head when he mentioned this and forced him to go and stop the robbery. She literally pushed him into the car, not giving him time to change, shove the shield inside, and slammed the car door shut before he could say anything. So much for a weekend, Steve thought,
“STEVIE!” Steve (along with Bucky and Sam who wanted to tag along) turned his head towards the building and gawked at her. She was standing by the window, flailing her arms around to get his attention. And she beamed. She fucking beamed when he finally caught her eyes.
“Your girlfriend’s real cute.” Sam snickered.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Keep telling yourself that, pal.” Bucky smacked Steve’s shoulder before he and Sam jogged away from him. Steve flipped them off and muttered a string of curse words as he made his way inside the bank.
She had rounded all civilians in a corner and was busy emptying the vault when he walked inside. Blue swirls of her power floated past him as she put the money inside another duffel bag.
“What the fuck is this, [Y/N].” Steve said before he could even stop himself. She pushed the plate of cookies towards him with her power and moved away from the empty vault. Steve fleetingly wondered what these civilians were thinking as they watched the interaction between [Y/N] and him.
“Cookies! Chocolate chip cookies! Fresh from the oven!” She grinned, taking a piece of the cookie. “I even bought you coffee,” she added as she took out a cup of starbucks coffee from under the table and for a moment, he was touched. The warm feeling quickly replaced with mild indignation when he read the name on the cup.
“Mr. Stan.” He looked up from the cup and narrowed his eyes at her. “You stole this.”
“He was nowhere to be seen.” She shrugged. She casually took a sip from the cup before munching on her cookie.
“Come sit here, Steve.” She pat the chair next to her and gestured her other hand towards the frightened group of people. “I promise I’ll let them go.”
“…..fine.” He begrudgingly sat next to her, eyes fixed on her as she opened the door with a flick of her hand.
Her lips curled into a smile and she motioned at the opened door, voice light and cheerful as she spoke, “You’re free to go.”
“So…. How are you, Steve? You look good in leather jacket. I like it.” She was so bubbly and cheerful it threw him off for a good minute. She was wearing a similar brown leather jacket paired with a turtleneck and black skinny jeans. She even braided her hair today, he noticed.
“Why are so quiet? Are you pissed that I didn’t go to your thanksgiving dinner?” She asked again. “You know i was in jail, right?”
“I know. I PUT YOU THERE.” Steve groaned, slamming his head against the cold table.
She laid her head on the table and gave him a little smile when he opened his eyes. “Look at us, being friends and shit. We’d make a lovely couple too.”
“We’re not friends. You’re a villain, [Y/N].”
“Labels are not my thing.” She shrugged and rested her hand on his shoulder. Steve’s heart definitely didnot skip a beat when she didn’t break eye contact with him and gave him the most adorable smile he has ever seen.
She hummed a little christmas tune and started to tell him about her days, oblivious to Steve’s inner turmoil.
“I saw your fat dog the other day. Kept it in my place while you were gone.”
“Such a nice dog. I love him. I named him Eggtart.”
Steve buried his face in his arms and groaned. “So that’s why he never responded when I call his name.”
“ANYWAY… I think I want to borrow Eggtart again next week. I found a nice dog beach not far from here and I want to take him there. You’re free to join us if you want.”
“Eggtart is a ridiculous name.” Steve finally said after a while.
“So… you’re coming with me and Eggtart next week?”
Steve wished he could go into cryostasis and sleep for another century.
Can you write something where Steve and the reader are together for a while and they find a baby on a mission or something and the police says they have to take care of it till they find the parents? And Steve doesn’t want to give it back then?
Warnings: nothing other than this tore my heart out
“(Y/N)!” Steve called out to his teammate as a number of Agents head their way, guns aimed and ready to kill. “Dammit,” He whispers as he charges towards the unsuspecting body, crashing against them in an attempt to save them from the oncoming soldiers, his shield held right in front of them to block any bullets that were thrown their way. From above Sam fires at them, taking them down before any of them could truly hurt Steve or (Y/N).
“Be more careful next time,” Steve mutters, his tone harsher than intended. “I don’t want to be carrying your ass back to headquarters dead,” (Y/N) stares at him wide eyed and jaw dropped and Steve is sure they may break down and cry but instead they clench that jaw and their gaze nearly freezes.
“I was doing my job Rogers,” (Y/N) mutters through gritted teeth, damn near seething at the all american man. “And If I die during the line of work then so be it,”
“No,” Steve states, shaking his head at (Y/N)’s little comment. “You’re my responsibility and I’m not going to be letting you die on my watch-”
“Oh really?” (Y/N) chuckles dryly as they roll their eyes. “I’m your responsibility? Last time I checked you don’t own me, so stop acting like you do,” Steve leaned in, his face dangerously close to (Y/N)’s.
“You became my responsibility the minute you decided you loved me,”
“Well maybe I should stop then,” Steve pulls back, looking a bit wounded before his expression glazes over with that menacing look again. (Y/N) is sure he’s about to say something so hurtful the two can never recover from it but suddenly, a quiet, albeit painful little cry interrupts their little fight. It was shrill and so quiet in pitch the couple realized that it could only belong to a child, a really small child.
“Oh my god,” (Y/N) breathes out, having whipped their head around to the area in which the noise came. Their angry facade immediately melts away as they nearly bolt into the wreckage of their battle, already seeking out those small cries.
“Wait (Y/N)!” Steve’s anger has melted away too, replaced by concern for whoever that tiny cry belonged to. By the time Steve catches up (Y/N) is already searching for them, ripping up chunks of metal as though they were nothing, desperately searching for wherever that voice came from.
“Where are you?” (Y/N) calls out, snapping up and looking around the battlefield. Another shrill cry followed, followed by a helpless little,
‘Help me,’ Immediately both of them run towards the voice, continuing their little game of marco-polo as they ripped up any debris that could be blocking the child they were looking for.
They had been searching for what felt like forever when (Y/N) heard from some ways away, “I’ve got ‘em!” Immediately they charged for Steve’s voice only stopping when they came to a skidding halt beside him. There, wrapped up in his arms was a child, no more than a six years old. Perhaps maybe 4 or five, covered in dust, blood, and gravel. They sobbed against Steve, their little body heaving with each sob.
“Shh,” Steve consoled, gently running a gloved hand up and down the child’s back. “It’s okay, you’re okay now, We’ve got you,” This seemed to soothe the child only a bit, their sobs quieting down slightly.
“My legs hurt,” They whimper softly, nuzzling into Steve’s neck as though he were their lifeline.
“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you home and then we’re gonna patch you up, how ‘bout that?” The child nods against him, humming softly in response. Steve casts (Y/N) a side glance, his eyebrows raised in questioning.
“Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees softly, nodding their head in agreement. “Let’s get you cleaned up cutie,”
“Nope, we can’t find anything on anyone for a few months at the most,” The police officer shook his head as he sipped away at some nasty coffee. After cleaning the poor kid up they’d taken her (they found out she was a girl after getting her to open up to them a bit) to the police station in hopes of finding their parents but the more they investigated the less hopeful they were starting to become. “We can’t get anything in order until we clean up and even after that god knows how long until we can get everything in order,”
“So what do we do?” Steve asks as he turns to look outside the window of the office, staring at the little girl sitting on the bench, swinging her legs merrily. He can’t help but smile at her, giving her a little wave before redirecting his attention to the officer.
“Well, we can put her in a foster care system outside the country for awhile, just until we can find her family or until her family calls in, or…” He trails off, scratching at his beard a bit. “You guys could take her in, I’m sure she’d be safe with a couple ‘ole avengers,” Steve seems to brighten at this, perking up slightly as his eyes twinkle with some emotion.
“Really? You- You guys would be okay with that?” The police shrugs his shoulders taking another sip of his drink.
“Sure, we got nothing else for the kid,” Steve turns to look at (Y/N), a nearly pleading look upon his face.
“Please, pretty pretty please?” God, he sounded childish, but he couldn’t care, not with that sweethearts happiness on the line. (Y/N) gives him a side glance, one accompanied by a smirk before they nod, succumbing to his puppy powers.
“Fine, but you’re buying all the stuff and-” Steve nearly squealed as he picked (Y/N) up, twirling them around before setting them back down, kissing over their face repeatedly.
“Thank you,” He murmurs between kisses, “Thank you so much,” (Y/N) merely smiles, appreciating this one moment of peace between the two of them, no fighting or yelling, no rude comments or anything, just Steve and his pure happiness.
“Okay well,” The officer stands, brushing some crumbs off his pants from the bagel he’d eaten a little while ago. “Just grab her and go, no paperwork or anythin’,” Steve smiles, giving the officer a polite head tilt before dragging (Y/N) out of the office and towards the little girl. She smiles at the sight of Steve, her eyes alighting with something (Y/N) could only describe as hope and adoration.
“Am I going home?” She asks, her sweet little voice nearly too much to handle.
“We were actually thinking,” Steve gives her a smile, his eyes twinkling with that same hope and adoration. “Maybe you can come live with me and (Y/N) for a bit, just until we can get your home rebuilt and stuff,”
“So I can come live with Captain America?” The little girl has a wide smile on her face, showcasing all her tiny teeth.
“Sure you can,” Steve smiles, reaching out to ruffle her hair a bit. “You can get your own room and everything,” The little girls squeal, launching herself off the bench and into Steve’s arms, nuzzling into his neck excitedly.
(Y/N) would never admit it but seeing Steve caring for this kid so sweetly and wonderfully made their heart ache. The two had always wanted a child but with the job occupation it made it rather hard to raise a child safely, so the two had to been putting it off for sometime. Maybe this was like a little test run to see if they were prepared to have kids? This could either go wonderfully and possibly lead to some Rogers babies or it could really wrong and end in tears and hysteria.
(Y/N) awoke with a start, jolting upright in bed as a small hand tugged on their dangling fingers. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes (Y/N) yawned, looking over to the side of the bed where Clementine (they’d nicknamed her that because her european name was far too hard for anyone to pronounce) was now standing, staring up at (Y/N) with those damn puppy eyes.
“Can I- Can I sleep with you and Steve…please?”
(Y/N) smiled as they patted the spot beside them, motioning for Clementine to crawl up on the bed and under the covers. She nestles against (Y/N)’s chest, burying her face in the crook of their neck.
Clementine had been staying with (Y/N) and Steve for a little over a month now and it was by far the best decision the two of them had made. They loved having Clementine around, she was so sweet and so caring that (Y/N) wondered why they didn’t think of taking her in in the first place.
Steve absolutely adored Clem, from making her pancakes in the morning to watching crappy disney shows with her at night, this man showed his love in so many different ways. (Y/N) could see the adoration for that little girl in his eyes, the way they’d light up whenever they were together. Or they way he’d hold her, as close to his body as he could as they would watch TV or read. (Y/N) could see it in his smile, the way it shined so brightly when he looked at her or when she said something cute. That man adored that girl and it was by far the sweetest thing they’d ever seen in your entire life. Perhaps that’s why it was so painful for the two them to say their goodbyes, for when Clementine had to finally return to her real family.
The three had been eating breakfast, Bacon and eggs, when the doorbell rang. Both (Y/N) and Steve looked at each other in confusion before they swallowed their food and made their way to the door, throwing it open only to be met with the police officer the pair had talked to all those months ago.
“Good news,” He smiles, pushing his way into (Y/N)’s home without any invitation. “Found the family you were looking for,” On cue to people, a man and woman, walk in, small smiles on their faces as they look at (Y/N). “They’re here for that little girl,” (Y/N)’s mouth runs dry and they’re sure their heart plummets to thier stomach. So today was the day they were finally going to have to say goodbye.
“Um,”(Y/N) clears their throat, giving the parents a nervous smile as they look at them. “This is so sudden,”
“It’s been 6 months (Y/N),” The officer states, obviously not in the best of moods. “Where’s the girl so we can get her back home, her siblings dying to see her,”
“Um, uh, Clementine!” (Y/N) calls over their shoulder, much to in shock to actually walk over and grab her. She comes bounding up, a huge smile on her face as she chomps down on some Bacon.
“Yes?” She asks happily, not even casting a glance at the people beside them.
“There’s some people here to see you,” (Y/N) points to the people ahead of them with the utmost heaviest heart. Clementine looks forward, nearly dropping her food in shock.
“Mommy! Daddy!” She cries, jumping up into her father’s arms, nuzzling into his neck. At her words Steve walks into the room, drying his hands on some towel. (Y/N) can see he’s forcing a smile, his laugh lines are drawn tight and his eyes have lost that shine, leaving them dull and watery.
“Thank you so much for taking care of her,” The mother whispers, her eyes full of tears as she pets her child lovingly.
“It was no problem,” (Y/N) smiles, nodding their head a bit. “It was our pleasure really,”
“Well, we better be heading off, gotta find a home for us,” The mom gently boops her daughters nose, causing her to giggle and wrinkle it up, something (Y/N) used to do to Clementine.
“Wait,” Clementine whines, wriggling in her father’s grip. “I want to say bye,” Her father nods, putting her on the ground to let her wander back to Steve and (Y/N). She gives Steve a smile, gently clasping his cheeks in her tiny hands,
“I’m gonna miss you,” She whispers, squishing his cheeks a bit.
“I’m gonna miss you too Clem,” Steve whispers, giving her a long hug, nuzzling his face against her.
God he loved that child so much that their goodbye was painful to watch, much less listen to.
“Can I come visit you sometimes?” She asks hopefully, smiling against the man that had come to be her second father.
“Of course you can,” Steve whispers, his voice nearly cracking in restraint as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. “Every weekend if you’d like, we’ll even pay for it,” (Y/N) nods their head, agreeing to his statement.
Steve has to reluctantly let go of her so she can say goodbye to (Y/N), which is just as painful for Steve to watch as it was for (Y/N). The two embrace, talking about the visits before (Y/N) lets go as well, allowing Clem to scurry back over to her parents, giving the two one last smile before they leave, the officer not too far behind.
“Steve I’m so-” (Y/N) begins only to stop when Steve turns to them, enveloping them in his arms as he buries his face in their neck, most likely on the verge of tears.
“She’s gone,” He whispers, gulping softly. “She’s gone and I’m never going to see her again,”
“Steve, she can come visit whenever she likes and-”
“I’m not going to get to wake up and make breakfast every morning, I won’t get to stay up and watch Tangled ten times, o-or I won’t get to read her bedtime stories every night-”
“Shh, it’s okay Stevie,” (Y/N) presses a kiss to his neck, attempting to soothe the poor man. “Maybe- maybe we can start having kids of our own? Maybe we can adopt or-”
“No,” Steve shakes his head, allowing his tears to hit (Y/N)’s skin. “I want a Clementine,” (Y/N)’s heart breaks a little in that moment, seeing how sad and vulnerable Steve was. He had loved that little girl with all his heart and now she’d been ripped away from them, taken right from their fingertips. (Y/N) could only imagine how much pain Steve must have been feeling right now.
“I know Steve,” (Y/N) gently runs a hand over his hair, scratching along his neck as they do so. “Me too,”
like, clint comes up with the brilliant idea of Avengers Game Nights. “for team bonding,” he says but maybe it’s for his own entertainment too.
so they play monopoly (the Ultimate Family Destroyer, according to sam) and everything is going great, at first. and then slowly, steve starts getting mad because he’s about to go bankrupt and tony just bought his sixth hotel and natasha is somehow winning and he starts ranting about how unfair the game is and wHY IS TONY ALLOWED TO BE BANK HE COULD BE CHEATING.
or they play ludo and steve is doing really shitty and keeps getting send back home immediately and then he finally gets close to his goal but then someone sends him back and he’s furious aND JUST WHAT THE FUCK NAT I WAS RIGHT THERE OH THIS MEANS WAR BUCKY GET MY SHIELD I’M STARTING A WAR BECAUSE THEY’RE BEING BULLIES STOP LAUGHING AT ME TONY AND STOP RECORDING THIS CLINT DO NOT PUT IT ON TWITTER
(#CapRage trends on twitter an hour later)
no one talks about the time they played uno.
and then twister gets played and steve just straight up refuses to give up and it’s just him and nat competing because everyone else has given up. it takes hours, probably, before natasha gets bored and just lets steve win (subtly though) and steve gloats for hours.
everyone agrees that steve’s gloating is a lot worse than when he loses.
twister gets played again and this time, it’s bucky and steve left and they’re just wrapped in each other and neither are willing to give up because they’re both stubborn assholes, even though they’re in an awkward position and way too close and whoopsie that’s my ass steve and it’s definitely not a red space get your foot off of it.
(bucky ends up with steve’s ass in his face and steve wins (in more ways than one) and everyone groans and rolls their eyes when steve starts gloating)
(twister mysteriously ends up shredded and in the trash)
Tony hasn’t had clear skin since he started dating Steve, his neck, chest and thighs covered in bite makes and stubble burn. His hips and ass have bruises in the shape of fingers and palms, he loves to press on his marks to get Steve to give him more.