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themusicplayedherlife · 7 years

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Take a Chance (Part 6)

pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers characters: Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Your mother, Your sister, Victoria OC, Steve Rogers, Steve’s Parents, Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes (Mention) word count: 2,450+ warnings: cussing, hilarious antics, fighting, a/n: longest chapter written so far! btw do you guys want translation at the end or at the beginning? i’m just wondering what would be easier for readers. summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

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You’re really starting to regret inviting Steve over. Your mother and sister are going overboard with the food preparations and Natasha isn’t helping calm them down. In fact, Natasha keeps suggesting different dishes they could add on to the already massive menu.

You groan, feeling yourself become nauseous at the mention of a casserole.

“Want me to get water for you?” Wanda offers after noticing your discomfort while she changed the flowers in the vase by the door.

“Please.”

While Natasha is helping your mother and sister in the kitchen, Wanda is helping spruce up the place by moving a flower vase here, putting a picture frame over there, and occasionally checking up on you.

She comes back with a glass of water and hands it to you, not leaving your side until you’ve taken a sip.

By the time you finish your glass, she reappears by your side again and takes it from you before you could place the cup on the coffee table. “Don’t want you leaving cups everywhere.”

“I do not leave cups lying around!” you say defensively, trying to forget that you and Wanda found three cups in your room while you were cleaning.

She only rolls her eyes in response, taking the cup into the kitchen.

God, everyone’s acting like they’re about to meet some type of celebrity. It’s only the father of your unborn child, not the pope.

When the doorbell rings, you stand up, yelling you’d get it. You didn’t want to scare off Steve with their enthusiasm. It’s already enough that they made a buffet instead of a simple dinner.

Opening the door, you smile, ready to greet Steve only to have your smile wiped away. Behind the blonde are Sarah and Joseph, the former smiling and the latter scowling. Your eyes widen as they lock on Steve, his face apologetic and sheepish.

“Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you again. I’m sorry we showed up uninvited but when Steve told us he was coming to visit you, I couldn’t help but want to tag along.”

“Don’t worry! It’s fine! The more the merrier,” you say, plastering on a fake smile and stepping to the side, allowing them to enter. “Come in! Come in! It’s good to see you both.”

Sarah enters after Steve, hugging you and pressing a kiss to your cheek before commenting how lovely your home is. Joseph enters last, still scowling but at least attempting to greet you, unlike the last time. Your face drops as you close the door behind them, you take in a deep breath to regain the energy to fake a smile once more before turning to face them.

Your mother comes shuffling in, followed by your sister and your two friends, all of them pausing for a moment when they notice you and Steve aren’t alone.

“Y ellos quienes son?” your sister asks in place of your mother, whose eyes keep shifting between the newcomers, her eyes brightening ever so slightly when she notices awkward Steve standing next to you. “No nos vas a presentar?”

“Guys, this is Steve and his parents, Sarah and Joseph. Steve, Sarah, Joseph, this is my family.” You introduce your mother first and then your sister, and lastly your two friends. Your sister then calls in Victoria, who was in her room, and you introduce her to the family of three.

“It’s a good thing we made a lot of food then,” your mother says, eyeing you a moment before smiling.

“I’m terribly sorry about the intrusion,” Sarah apologizes. “I just couldn’t wait to see (Y/N) again.”

“Then you already know–”

“Why,” you interrupt your mother loudly, “don’t we start eating? I’m sure you’re all hungry, especially Steve,” you grab his arm, pulling him to your side. “I had told him not to eat anything before dinner. Didn’t want him to spoil his appetite.”

“You did?” You squeeze his arm tightly. “Oh!” he gasps, finally catching on to what you’re trying to do, and going along with it, “right, uh, yes, I’m completely famished.”

“Then let’s eat. I hope you don’t mind shrimp as the main focus of the dishes. (Y/N) has been on this craving streak for the past month and--” your mother guides his parents into the dining room. Your sister and Victoria follow after them, the former sparing you a glance that implies you will have to explain your little outburst earlier.

Wanda and Natasha wait until they’re gone for them to rush you and Steve.

“You haven’t told them, yet?” Wanda practically shrieks, trying to keep her voice at a minimum, her voice laced with incredulity. “Nice to see you again, by the way.”

“Yeah, sorry about the circumstances,” Steve says, smiling sheepishly.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “This isn’t the time for pleasantries! Why haven’t you told them yet?”

“We didn’t think we would have to!” Steve whispers harshly, almost offended. You would’ve snickered if you weren’t also under her scrutinizing glare.

“You’re pregnant,” she points at you, then to him, making him flinch “And you’re the father. How could you not think you would have to?”

“More importantly, how could you have not told me they were coming over with you?” you slap Steve’s arm, hoping to push the pressure onto just him.

“I did, I texted you!”

“If you would have–” you pat your pockets for your phone, shoving your hands inside when you don’t feel a bulge, “I don’t have my phone.”

“Are you going to join us?” Your sister pops her head into the living room, watching the four of your carefully. “I thought Steve was hungry?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re going,” you tell her, leading your group into the dining room, but not before whispering to Steve, “we’ll talk about this later.”

If you weren’t nervous about this dinner earlier, you are now.

Dinner isn’t as awkward as it was when it was just you, Steve, and his parents. Your family readily covers any awkward silence with random comments and dialogue that makes you feel relaxed. Your niece even manages to crack a smile from grouchy Joseph.

“So Steve, how did the two of you meet? My daughter gave us some idea but she didn’t really tell us the whole story.” Your mother is staring at Steve, and no matter how much you try to get her attention, she won’t even acknowledge you.

“Well,” Steve gazes at you before meeting your mother’s eyes, “we actually met at Sam’s and Amora’s engagement party, but she doesn’t remember.”

Your mother turns to you with narrowed eyes, and you know what she’s thinking: liar! You groan, wanting to stuff your face into a pillow and smother yourself.

“Really?” Sarah laughs in amusement.

“We made a promise to Vicky that we’d be at her dance recital, which unfortunately fell on the same day as Amora’s and Sam’s engagement. So we told Amora we’d be staying for at least an hour before needing to leave and make it in time to see Vicky perform.”

“I remember that,” your sister claps her hands together once, “you three stuck out like a sore thumb all dressed up.”

“That was a great day! I didn’t miss a step!” Vicky grins. She had been so proud of herself for remembering all of her dance steps.

“You were amazing, Vicky,” Wanda compliments her, making your niece shimmy in her seat proudly. “Once we told Amora, she had us meeting all these different people in such a short amount of time and we were so overwhelmed.”

“We kept getting faces and names confused, and annoying Amora,” Natasha chuckles.

“So for me, I met Steve at the actual wedding, while for him, he met me at the engagement party.”

“That night must’ve been awkward for you both then," your sister grins mischievously, hinting at what happened after the reception. You know what? You weren’t going to use the pillow to smother yourself, you were going to use it to smother her.

Luckily, it flies over Steve’s head before he could catch what she meant. “Oh, it was. Bucky had gone up to them and mentioned the engagement party and they just stared blankly at him.” Everyone laughs at this except you. It’s really not that funny, you don’t understand how they could even find it remotely funny. Oh god, your nerves really aren’t letting you enjoy dinner.

That continues on for a while until your mother asks if they enjoyed dinner.

“Dinner was lovely,” Sarah tells your mother, making a show of being full.

“We’re glad you liked it.”

“Liked it? I absolutely loved it. I felt like I was eating for two! Couldn’t get enough. I hope you don’t mind sharing recipes later.”

“Of course! You could even take some leftovers home if you’d like. I don’t think we’ll be able to finish all of this by ourselves.”

Victoria giggles, finding what Sarah said amusing.

“What’s so funny, Vicky?” Your sister asks, automatically smiling when she hears Victoria’s giggles. You smile too, along with everyone at the table. It’s hard not to smile when you hear her adorable giggles, it’s contagious.

“That Mrs. Rogers said she was eating for two,” your face immediately falls, and before anyone can stop her, Vicky betrays you once more, “when it’s Auntie (Y/N) that’s eating for two!” You’re really going to have to find a new favorite niece. Too bad you only have one.

“You’re pregnant?” Sarah sounds surprised, looking between you and Steve. Joseph, on the other hand, looks smug, as if he were happy about it.

Strange, you’d think he’d be absolutely livid once–

“So that means you two aren’t together?” Ah, okay. Now you understand why Joseph looks so smug instead of pissed. He probably thinks you’re having someone else’s child and Steve is just a friend, who is now ‘free’ to get together with this Sharon girl that he had asked about the first time you met in place of greeting you. Well, isn’t someone in for a shocker.

“Actually,” Steve starts, placing a hand on top of yours. It surprises you, so much that you almost jerk your hand away, but you manage to stay still, meeting his kind gaze. “She is and we’re going to be parents.”

For some reason, his words send warmth spreading through your chest. You don’t understand why, but you mouth a ‘thank you’ and he squeezes your hand in return, giving you a small smile.

“Oh my god,” Sarah’s eyes widen before she stands up, rounding the table to pick you up from your seat and hug you. For such a tiny woman, she sure is strong! “This is amazing news! I’m so happy for you both!”

“Thank you?” Obviously, you’re taken aback by her congratulations, and you’re probably not the only one. This woman hardly knows you and she seems to be in love with you. Not that it’s a bad thing, but still has you wondering.

“This is an outrage!” Okay, see, that was the reaction you were looking for! Finally, someone gets it right! God! Never mind that his outburst scared the crap out of you.

“Joe,” Sarah warns him gently, keeping her arms wrapped around you.

He sneers. “You can’t possibly be happy about this, Sarah. He’s going to be a father! A father to this… this…” Oh no, this is going to end badly. Very badly.

“Excuse me?” your voice comes out lower than you expected. He can say anything he wants to say about you, but you will not tolerate insults against the growing baby inside of you. Wait, is this your maternal instinct kicking in? Nah.

Your sister quickly pulls Vicky away when the air gets tense, now that’s maternal instinct. She sends you a worried look and you wave it off gently, telling her to go. She nods and disappears into the hallway with Vicky.

“This what, Mr. Rogers? What is my daughter? My unborn grandchild, hm?” Your mom kicks ass thanks to her maternal instinct. You can feel the edge in your mother’s tone and can practically feel the heat radiating off of her, or maybe from Sarah?

“Yes, Joe, what are they?” Seriously? What have you done to warrant this woman’s love and protection? “Finish it, I dare you.” So does, Sarah! Go, Sarah!

“I hope you are not,” Steve practically growls out, “disrespecting the mother of my child and my unborn child.” Goddamn, if that isn’t hot, you don’t know what is!

Realizing his mistake, he changes the direction of the conversation, “You have Sharon, son!”

There’s that name again. Who is she and why is–a flashback from the wedding comes to mind, Steve is sitting and refusing to dance, hypnotized by his phone and looking at a picture of a beautiful blonde. Your eyes flicker to Steve, engraving the expression on his face as that name is brought up. It’s twisted and his eyebrows are furrowed. Could she have been Sharon?

Sarah finally lets you go to look at her husband, “Joe–”

“Sharon and I are over, dad. You know what she did, you know that she ended it.”

His father’s face brightens, and not in embarrassment. “If you had only paid more attention–”

“That is enough, Mr. Rogers!” Your mother interrupts the man, glaring at him. “I don’t know what happened between Steve and this Sharon woman, but he is with my daughter! And they are going to have a child together whether you like it or not!”

“We’re not actually together,” you interject softly, but it goes unheard by the parents in the room, Steve and your two friends being the only ones that hear you.

Steve takes your hand in his once more, not looking down at you as he does. It’s the second time he’s held your hand this night and it’s somehow comforting.

“You are under my daughters’ roof and you will respect that! And I don’t care if you’re some hot shot, Mr, Rogers, you will not disrespect my daughter or my unborn grandchild here or anywhere else for that matter!”

Steve’s father deflates, grabbing the lapels of his jacket to straighten himself out. He clears his throat, “You’re right, I apologize. That was rude of me, incredibly rude.” Yeah, sure, he’s sorry. Tell that to my hammering heart, you think bitterly. “But I will not accept this.”

Groans echo in the room, and you can tell it’s from your best friends who were dying to jump into the fray and protect your “honor”.

“Not unless they get married.”

At the word, you twist your hand out of Steve’s hold, your eyes widening as Steve stiffens. “What?”

“If that child is going to be born into this world, then the child’s parents should be living together and married. That is the only way I’ll accept this.”

“That is their decision, Joe! You can’t give them an ultimatum!”

“I can, and I am. It’s marriage or nothing.”

Marriage. There’s that blasted word again!

Wait. Is your vision starting to blur? Fucking brain! Get your shit together! It’s not the time to faint! It’s time to stand your ground!

“And what if we choose not to get married?” you challenge, the idea of marriage placing a heavy burden on you. You don’t want this. You don’t want to get married. There’s no need for marriage, especially not for this kind of situation! Marriage will only end in disaster and you do not want to put your baby through that.

“Then I will no longer be investing in Avengers Tech’s upcoming projects and you know what will happen if I pull out, right, son? Howard won’t be happy if I do.” His blue eyes move from Steve to you, narrowing them, “and this applies to you, too.”

“Wait, what?” How in the world will he no longer invest in you? You don’t have a company! The blog, maybe, but you don’t have anything he could possibly be interested in! So what in the world could he be talking about?

You hear Natasha gasp in the background before cursing, apparently understanding exactly what he meant. “He’s Joseph Rogers, (Y/N)!” Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious. You knew that already. “Joseph Rogers of Freedom Media!”

Oh! Oh. Shit! That’s why he first seemed familiar! Fuck.

This is an appropriate time to faint, right? Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Translation:

“Quienes son?” = “Who are they?”

“No nos vas a presentar?” “Will you not introduce us?” “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

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