"Shh Tony. Don't be so loud."
There was a loud groan and shift behind the door that led to the living area of Avenger's Tower.
Steve had been walking towards the kitchen when he heard a familiar voice. (First name).
The Captain had liked (first name) for quite some time, but he always thought she had eyes for Stark. The two were nearly inseparable. Steve knew the day would come when Tony got in her pants. Though, Steve always thought she would play harder to get than this.
There was another groan from the Iron Man and a giggle from his crush. Steve could feel his blood begin to boil. It wasn't that Stark was playing around with her. No. That didn't bother him at all.
At least that's what he tried to convince himself.
Steve was trying his hardest to fight off his possessive feelings towards (first name). Before, he had decided to step back and let her make her own choices. To let her choose which man she liked more.
Truthfully, he thought she'd make the
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“(y/n)! Come in, here I’ll take the mail. How are you? How is school? Your mom? Is Peter treating you well?”
You laughed and gave May a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she gave you one.
“I’m doing great. School could be better, and my mom is feeling a lot better too. And yes Peter is treating me well.”
“He better. You two are so adorable!”
You blushed as she made her way into the kitchen, cutting up a slice of her walnut date loaf for herself.
“You want a slice (Y/n)?”
The clock ticked away as you were lounging on the couch, walking your fingers along your swollen abdomen. Late in your third trimester, you couldn’t wait to see your baby, to hold him, cuddle him, and call him your own. A sudden thud against your fingers caused a smile to grow on your face. You called out to your husband, Bucky, who was currently drying his hands from washing the dishes.
“Yes, (y/n)?” He walked out of the kitchen and sat beside you on the loveseat.
“The baby’s kicking,” you whispered, cradling your bowed middle.
“Oh,” he said sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as he shuffled away from his spot. You were confused by your husband’s strange behavior, feeling a bit hurt by his neglect. He'd been acting this way ever since you first announced that you were pregnant; avoiding contact with either you or the baby and even going as far as sleeping in