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Mini Matchmaker Pt 4 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Characters: reader x Steve, OC Justice Rogers, Bucky, Sharon, Laura, Natasha (mentioned).

Summary: Steve and reader’s relationship progresses, a trip to the hospital bringing them closer as a certain love-related holiday approaches.

Warnings: mentions of injury, hospitals, and sexual situations.

Word Count: 4.3k (I know but there was so much to say! Hope you don’t mind. :D )

A/N: Here we are, at part 4! Yes, it was intended for Valentine’s Day, but life happens. :) I’ve really enjoyed writing this unexpected series and could possibly revisit these characters in the future, but for now this is the end. I hope you like it! Please let me know!

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January passed in the blink of an eye. After the New year, you finally heard from some of the employers you had sent your CV to back in December. Some jobs you wanted more than others, but you accepted each interview offer, met with them, and weighed your options. By the end of the first week, you stumbled upon an incredible opportunity that, fingers crossed, would become a huge step toward your dream job. After two days of nail biting and clutching your phone obsessively, you got the call and it was a yes.

To your surprise and humility, you had snagged one of the most sought-after positions at the Brazilian Consulate in New York City. It was an entry-level job working to process Visas and Passport requests at first, but you quickly became indispensable and as January came to a close, you were the assistant to the Consulate General of Brazil. It was new and exciting and overwhelming at times, but you were learning so much and incredibly grateful to have your foot in the door.

This new job did have its drawbacks. Much of your time was spent at work and afterwards you were exhausted, not giving you much of a social life. Steve was on your mind often and you spoke with him or texted almost daily. Getting together in person was harder, but you both made it work. He came into the city when he could, but mostly you would spend time at his place with Justice until bedtime and then it was just the two of you.

Your mutual attraction was evident, but given the unique circumstances, you both thought it best to take things slow. During the week there were short coffee dates and movie nights, on occasion resulting in you falling asleep in his arms. As the credits rolled, he would gently nudge you awake and press a kiss to your lips, urging you to call a cab to take you back to the city for work in the morning. There was always that lingering moment at the door where you could sense that he wanted you to stay, but it just wasn’t time yet.

Steve sometimes worked Saturdays and often Justice had T-ball or dance lessons. For a 4-year-old, she had a pretty full schedule. Sundays, however, became your favorite days. Determined not to make you do all the work, Steve was adamant to travel to the city once a week to see you. Sundays for the three of you contained trips to museums and new brunch spots, walks through the park as you and Steve strolled hand in hand, and easy conversation while keeping an eye on a spunky little girl you had come to adore.

In early February, you were in a meeting at work when a buzz of your phone showed Steve’s handsome, bearded face on the screen. Puzzled, you excused yourself and stepped out into the hall, swiping to answer. Steve never called you while you were working and vice versa, text being your preferred form of communication throughout the day. This must be important, you thought with a twinge in your stomach.

“Steve? Is everything okay?” you asked after accepting the call.

“Y/N!! Thank heavens you answered! I’m so sorry to interrupt you at work but I didn’t know who else to call. Laura is out of town with the kids and Clint is swamped, Bucky’s with me 2 hours away, Wanda is out sick and I just, I don’t know…”

“Steve. STEVE,” you interrupted his hurried speech and spoke calmly. “Take a deep breath. Tell me what’s happening.”

You heard him inhale and exhale, following your advice before speaking. “Justice fell off the playground at her preschool and it’s possible that her arm is broken. One of the teachers is taking her to the emergency room, but they want me to meet them there and I’m 2 hours away checking out a possible job site with Bucky. I know it’s a lot to ask and I’m sorry to put you in this position, but Justice knows you and I trust you with her so is there anyway….” you heard a quiver in his voice.

“Yes,” you agreed without a thought. “I’ll be there. Which hospital?”

Steve sighed in relief, “You’re amazing. Thank you. We’re on our way back so I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He told you where to go and you hung up, calling for a cab immediately before telling your boss you had an emergency. He knew you were a diligent employee and took you at your word, giving you the rest of the day off. 20 minutes later, you entered the emergency room and asked to see Justice.

“Y/N!!” a small voice called out to you upon entering the room. “You’re here!”

Seeing her small frame sitting on the cushioned table, crinkly paper underneath her, about broke your heart. She was clutching her left arm and her shining eyes showed she had been crying, but a smile sneaked out upon seeing you. You rushed forward, gently pulling her into a hug.

“You’re Y/N (Y/L/N)?” the teacher asked. “Steve said you would be coming. “

“Yes, hi. I’m a, uh…friend of the family.”

“Well, I’m glad you could come on short notice. I’m Mrs. Carter, Justice’s teacher. Or Sharon to adults, I guess,” the pretty blonde let out a laugh, offering her hand.

You accepted it, “It’s nice to meet you, Sharon.”

“Likewise. Well, now that you’re here, I should probably get back to the school.” She then turned to Justice, bending down to her level, “You’re being very brave, Justice. Y/N is here now and your dad is on his way. You’ll be just fine, okay?”

She sniffled, “Okay, Ms. Sharon. Bye.”

“Bye, Justice. Thank you, Y/N,” Sharon addressed you, offering a wave as she left.

Taking a deep breath, you took a seat next to Justice on the table. “How are you feeling, sweetie? How did you hurt your arm?”

Wiping her nose on her sleeve, she let her injured arm rest on her lap. “I just wanted to climb high like the big kids. But then I got scared and I fell.”

Reaching for a tissue, you pressed it against her runny nose and wiped her tears. “It was an accident,” you assured her. “And Ms. Sharon is right, you’ll be okay. It’ll hurt for a while but the doctors will take care of you. And you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want if it hurts too bad, okay?”

“I’m happy you’re here, Y/N,” she said quietly, leaning into your side. You pressed her head against you, brushing hair off her face.

A nurse stepped in then to escort Justice to have X-rays taken. As promised, you were right there with her holding her hand, singing songs and telling stories to distract her. There was more waiting time after that but when the doctor finally came in, he confirmed that there was indeed a hairline fracture in her small arm. She would need a cast for a few weeks, but luckily kids heal quickly. The nurse returned with materials to prepare the cast when you saw a man rush toward the Nurse’s Desk. Hurrying into the hallway, you called to him.

“Steve!”

He turned your way, closing the space between you in seconds. He gathered you in a quick hug and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Where is she, is she okay?”

“Right in there. There is a small fracture and she’ll need a cast for a few weeks, but she’ll be fine. You have a very brave little girl. I’ve been with her every minute,” you assured him, placing a hand on his cheek.

He let out the breath you were sure he’d been holding the entire drive, blinking away tears threatening to spill. “Thank you. For being here for her. And for me. Seriously, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips and leading him into the exam room.

“Daddy!” Justice cried out, grasping for her father with her good hand. He rushed toward her, gently gathering her in his arms while being aware that the nurse was holding her injured arm.

“Hi, princess! I heard you’ve been very brave, are you okay? I’m sorry I was so far away,” he said, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“It’s okay, daddy. It wasn’t scary with Y/N with me. I’m sorry I climbed too high,” she confessed in a small voice.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll talk about it later. I love you, Jimmer.”

“Love you, too, Daddy.”

You smiled and stepped into the hall then, giving them space. That’s where you saw Bucky approaching, worry upon his face.

“Y/N! Hey, I had to park the truck. How is she?”

You gave him the latest information, watching relief replace the worry as he ran fingers through his hair.

“Whew. I’m glad she’s alright. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N. I know Steve is grateful. He was a mess the whole drive, making me crazy, but he felt better knowing you were with her.”

You shrugged, “It was no problem, really. I’m just glad I was close. So, uh…I hear things are going well with Natasha.” You gave him a sly smile, nudging his arm with yours.

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned, “Nat’s great. Thank you for the introduction.”

“You’re welcome. I’ve already told her I get to name your first child,” you teased, laughing at the pink dusting on his cheeks.

He was saved then by a child’s voice calling his name, “Uncle Bucky!!”

The brunet entered the room, taking Steve’s place by her side so he joined you in the hallway once again.

Steve took your hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m sorry to take you away from work. Were they upset? Do you need to get back now?”

“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. “My boss was very understanding. Although, I uh…I told a small lie to impress the strong need for me to leave. I, um…I told him it was a family emergency.” You avoided Steve’s gaze, unsure of his reaction.

Releasing your hand, the blond pulled you into an embrace, using one finger under your chin to make you face him. “Well, that doesn’t sound like a lie to me,” he clarified.

You smiled, feeling heat rise in your face. “Um…I’m actually off the rest of the day, so I’m here as long as you want me to be.”

“Good,” he declared. “Because I want you here as long as possible.”

He brushed a kiss against your lips and then pulled you into a long hug, burying his face in your neck. His beard brushing your skin gave you chills. Rubbing a hand against his back, you could feel the tension he had been holding begin to release under your touch. Turns out, being in each other arms is exactly what you both needed right now.

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Almost 2 weeks later on Sunday, you found yourself on a bench in Central Park next to Steve with Justice running around the playground, red and blue cast upon her tiny arm. Her father kept a watchful eye and she was a lot more careful, but needed a reminder once in a while other than the constant evidence of a broken arm.

“Maybe not the swings, peanut. You can’t hold on well enough,” Steve advised his daughter, shaking his head at her tenacity. “That girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

You laughed, “She definitely keeps life interesting.”

“So, uh,” Steve began, his gloved hand playing with yours, “I hear there’s a holiday coming up soon. Around the 14th maybe?”

“Is that so?” you responding, playing coy. You wondered when he would bring up Valentine’s Day.

He grinned, “That’s the rumor. So I was thinking, I could get dinner reservations in the city and I thought maybe, um…” He was fidgeting, almost uncomfortable.

You waited for him to finish, capturing his hands in yours.

“Maybe I could, uh…get a hotel room. You know, in case I get a little wine drunk and don’t want to drive back home. I mean, Justice has been dying to have a sleepover with her cousins and Laura said Clint will be working late that night, so…”

You took way too much pleasure out of him trying to remain casual and dance around the actual question he had in mind. Finally, you put him out of his misery, placing a kiss on his lips, then deepening it by grasping the back of his neck, pulling him forward . Finally breaking apart, you could see silvery clouds of breath linger between you in the cold air.

“Steve, there’s no need for the thinly veiled reasoning. I’m ready. If you are.”

He let out a sigh of relief, giant grin on his face. “Okay, then.”

“However,” you hesitated, “I have an alternative plan. How about we forget about the restaurant and over-priced hotel room and just…have fun cooking dinner together at your place. See how things go.”

“Really?” he asked in surprise. “Are you sure?”

There was a time when you might have enjoyed the lavish dinner and expensive hotel room, but since meeting Steve you now realized all you needed was him. Everything else was secondary.

“I’m sure,” you confirmed, smiling at him before you directed your attention back to Justice on the playground.

He then pulled his arm around, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Okay. I might still have a few surprises up my sleeve, though.” He gave you a smirk.

“I’ll bet you do,” you grinned back.

You were then interrupted by Steve yelling in concern.

“Justice, please stick with the tube slide today, okay?” he shouted, watching her climb up to the highest slide with a possibility of falling off the side. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered to you, jogging over to his adventurous daughter.

You laughed at the exchange, feeling a happy flutter in your stomach.

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The 14th of February was unremarkable in the workplace, with the exception of a few more flowers. You received a dozen gorgeous lavender-colored roses from Steve, delivered to your desk on your lunch hour. Some might prefer the traditional red roses, but you loved the lavender even more. Out of curiosity, you googled the rose color’s meaning and it said: ‘love at first sight, enchantment’. You flushed at the thought, thinking back at the first time you met Steve not even 2 months ago. Part of you felt like you had known him much longer than that.

Most of your co-workers were anxious to leave early to prepare for a date, so your boss allowed it for all of your sakes. He was a kind, romantic soul. Arriving home, you scoured your closet for an appropriate outfit that was classy but comfortable, maybe a little sexy. In the end you selected a skirt with a flattering blouse that showed off a little more skin than usual. Paired with some simple jewelry and leaving your hair down, you were off to Steve’s.

Upon arriving, you opened the front door and called out, “Steve?”

“In here,” you heard in response, setting down your bags and taking off your coat before venturing in.

You found Steve in the kitchen, looking gorgeous in a pair of well-fitting khaki’s, dark blue button-down shirt, and to top it off, an apron with the words “Kiss the Cook” printed on it.

“Hmm, well I guess I better obey the apron,” you joked before your lips met his.

“Hi,” he smiled, “you look fantastic, by the way.”

“So do you. I brought a bottle of wine, but took a guess with red since you won’t tell me what’s for dinner,” you cocked an eyebrow.

“Red is perfect,” he replied. “Corkscrew is in the far right drawer.”

You followed his instruction and soon there was a glass of wine poured for each of you. He wouldn’t let you look at anything that was on the stove or in the oven, but he had you chop vegetables and select spices from the cupboard. It was fun to cook and interact in the kitchen, playfully bumping each other’s hips and him offering a taste of certain ingredients to you.

Steve had you set the table while he finished up in the kitchen. Soon you were both enjoying the fruits of your labors, everything cooked and seasoned to perfection. Steve was a really good cook, you were pleased to learn, and you let him know through the occasional moan of pleasure. After dinner, Steve left the dirty dishes to soak and joined you on the couch with your glasses of wine. They were soon forgotten, though, as conversation gave way to a full-on make-out session. Pressed up against his muscular chest, you pulled away from the kiss, playing with the buttons on his shirt as you met his eyes.

Standing up from the couch, you offered both your hands to him and he accepted, then rising himself. With one hand held in his, you led him out of the living room and climbed upstairs before pausing in the hallway. Wordlessly, you turned to him with eyebrows raised, he then pointed to the door on the left and you walked on with a smile.

Steve’s room was simply decorated, but clean. Leading him to the edge of the bed, you turned to him and placed your hands on his chest. Slowly, you began to unbutton his shirt while holding eye contact. At the same time, he reached behind you to unzipped your skirt and let it drop to the ground followed closely by your blouse. Shortly, you both were standing in your underthings when Steve broke the silence.

“You are…stunning, Y/N. Wow. I’m uh…I’m a little out of practice,” he confessed bashfully.

Staring at his sculpted, Adonis-like stature, you found that difficult to believe as your lips brushed his, fingers combing through his thick, dark blond hair.

“It’s been a while for me, too,” you admitted, your last relationship having ended almost a year ago. “But I want this. I want you.”

Hearing those words, Steve rid you both of the last of your clothing and joined you on the bed. There was no hurried clumsiness in your union, only loving caresses of intention and tenderness. Steve was a generous lover, caring for your pleasure as well as his own, including you experiencing having a beard brush against your most sensitive areas for the first time. An enjoyable surprise, you discovered. As you explored every inch of each other before rising and falling together, you were left breathless, sweaty and delectably sore. Exhaustion soon took over, falling asleep together in a loving embrace.

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As morning broke, you awoke with a smile on your face, hands searching blindly for the strong arms that held you throughout the night. Finding empty sheets, they still felt warm so Steve couldn’t have been out of bed long. You slid off the mattress and discovered Steve’s shirt from last night on the floor, slipping it on before heading downstairs. You found him in the kitchen, puttering around in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt with adorable bedhead. Sneaking up behind him you slipped your arms around his waist and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Mmm. Good morning,” he responded, turning around inside your embrace to face you with his lips finding yours. “Now this is a sight I could get used to.”

“Me, too,” you muttered happily in a sleepy voice, then releasing him in search of coffee.

Settling on a barstool with a mug of the steaming liquid, Steve placed a plateful of the most amazing breakfast before you and you dived in gratefully. Finishing your last bites, you swallowed, then turning to face Steve who sat beside you clearing his own plate.

“Last night was…”

“…incredible,” he finished, placing a calloused hand on your bare thigh, fingers teasing under the hem of his own shirt. You leaned forward for a kiss, quickly caught up in the moment as his tongue met yours hungrily. You hopped off the stool to stand between his legs, feeling his readiness for another round when he stopped you, putting a few inches between your bodies. You resisted the urge to pout.

“Steve, what…”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to…I need to tell you something before we take advantage of a fourth helping of last night’s wonderfulness.”

Your mind flashed to the multiple times during the night when one of you awoke to hands wandering, then giving into your passions. He now rested his hands on your hips, keeping you close.

“I just didn’t want this to be a meaningless, post-coital blurt last night. Y/N,…since I met you, my life has become so much more. I thought that having Justice to care for and my work would have to fill my life completely after I lost Peggy. I didn’t expect anything more. But ever since you walked up to me in the mall wearing that adorable elf costume, I finally felt like all the pieces have fallen into place. I feel like I was waiting but I didn’t even know it. I was waiting for you, Y/N.”

With a teary smile, you looped your arms around his neck and let him continue.

“You’re kind and brilliant and gorgeous…compassionate and understanding…you’re so good with Justice and all of my friends are crazy about you. What I’m trying to say, Y/N, is…I love you. I know it hasn’t been long and its probably too soon for a conventional relationship, but we are not the norm. And you don’t have to respond right now, I know I sprung this all on you.”

Placing a hand on each side of his handsome face, you met his eyes with conviction, “Steve Rogers, I love you too. I have no interest in conventional. I want this…right here, right now. With you.”

With a tears in his eyes and a grateful smile, he captured your lips with his, a different sort of intimacy palpable between you. You broke apart, matching goofy grins upon your faces. Your bubble of love quickly burst, however, as you heard voices in the entryway.

“Hello? Steve?” you heard a female voice.

“Daddy! I’m hoooome!!” a small voice called out with a sing-song lilt to it.

Frozen in place, you watched as Laura entered the kitchen with a baby on her hip, Justice right behind her.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I uh…I thought we said 8 o’clock to drop off Justice before school…”

Steve then thawed from his frozen state and glanced at the clock. “You’re right! I just…Um, time got away from me.” He reluctantly slipped away from you and scooped up his daughter in his arms as you tugged down the hem of the borrowed shirt for some feigned modesty. “Did you have fun last night, Jimmer Jam?”

“Yeah! We ate Pa-sketti and watched the movie where food rains comes down from the sky!” she answered animatedly before looking behind her father to see you. “Y/N, you’re here!” She wriggled out of his grasp and rushed towards you, then stopping short at your wardrobe. “Where are your pants, Y/N?”

“Um…I spilled something on my dress last night and your dad was kind enough to wash it,” you tried to quickly explain.

Her young face scrunched in concern, “Did you have a sleepover without me?”

“Uh…” you didn’t have an answer for that, so Steve took over.

“Well, you had a sleepover of your own, peanut. And I think Y/N might be up for another sleepover soon and you can be there, too. Right, Y/N?” he winked at you.

Rolling your eyes at his audacity, you nodded your head. “Your daddy’s right! I might come over again soon.”

Laura was just trying not to laugh her head off at this whole exchange, loving every minute of it. “Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Looks like you had a great sleepover yourself, Stevie.”

Steve laughed, “We sure did. Thanks again for having Justice over. It meant a lot to us.”

She cocked an eyebrow at his use of the word ‘us’, but simply replied with, “You’re welcome. I’ll see you guys later.”

Noticing the time, you realized you’d be late for work if you tried to go to your apartment first. Instead, you rushed upstairs and put on your skirt and blouse, hoping they weren’t too wrinkled to wear to work. Fixing your face and hair as much as you could, you rushed downstairs to find Steve and Justice still in the kitchen.

“I have to go,” you spoke with regret.

“Okay. I’ll walk you out.”

“Bye, Y/N! You can come have a sleepover soon, right?” she asked eagerly.

Smiling to her and the man beside you, you agreed, “I hope so.”

“Eat your cereal, Jimmer Jam. I put the blueberries in just how you like it. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Following you to the door, Steve held tightly to your hand before getting lost in yet another incredible, transfixing kiss.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips.

Pulling apart, you met his eyes, “I love you, too.”

That confession still new to you, it tugged at your heart as you reluctantly donned your coat and walked down the steps toward the cab waiting outside. Chancing one last glance before it pulled away, the man you loved offered a wave, which you returned. Leaning your head against the headrest, a smile crept to your face. If more mornings of waking up next to that handsome man, lingering kisses, and “I love you’s” were in your future, then that was definitely something you could gladly look forward to. All thanks to the little girl who always made life interesting and turned out to be the best mini matchmaker you could ever hope for.

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Eep!! Well that turned out a lot longer than I planned but it was all just so fluffy and I loved it and I hope you did too!! Please let me know your thoughts, I love to hear them. :)

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