Marvel Imagines

Steve Rogers x Daughter Reader

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   Y/N'S POV

  "I don't want to be your daughter."

  Those dreadful words were the very reason why you were supposed to think before you spoke. Last week, Dad and I got into a really bad argument. By bad, I meant he hasn't said a word to me, yet I knew I hurt him badly.
  The argument started over me throwing myself in front of a grenade. A grenade that was set to kill everyone in the room, including The Avengers and myself. However, it never went off, yet Dad was not pleased at all.

  The Avengers were pleased and also afraid of what other risks I would take. Immediately, when we made it to the Avengers Tower, I had never seen Dad so upset before in my life.
  Our fight led to me saying I didn't want to be Dad's daughter. I was expecting an intense reaction, but he just left the room. He hasn't said anything to me since.

  At this very moment, Uncle Sam and Uncle Bucky were training me. When Uncle Bucky encouraged me to engage in combat with him, I backed away from him.
 
  Uncle Bucky frowned and said,"Y/N, it's all right. This is to help you. What you did, it was very heroic. Your father will come around."

  I wiped the tears that managed to fall down my face, before Uncle Bucky trained me. Uncle Sam stood back and gave me pointers, yet I just felt sick to my stomach.
  The room began to spin; my head was pounding. I fell to my knees before I passed out.

...

  When I opened my eyes, Mom was holding my hand in her own.

  She stroked my cheek and asked me,"You haven't been eating, have you?"

  I sadly said,"No. Dad hates me, Mom. I shouldn't have said that to him. I miss him."

  Mom sat down on my bed and pulled me into her arms.

  She ran her fingers through my hair and said,"Shh, baby, it's okay. Your father doesn't hate you. He's just upset, very upset. He never expected you to say that to him, honey. He never wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth. All you have to do is apologize and make sure your father knows you're still his daughter no matter what. Right now, he's under the impression that you can't stand him and you want someone else to be your father."

  "I didn't mean to say those things to him, Mom. I'd never want to hurt him. I'll go talk to him right now."

  I quickly got up and rushed out of the room; Mom following me. I found Dad talking to Uncle Tony.

  Uncle Tony noticed Mom and I before he said,"You two come on over. I'll give you space."

  Uncle Tony squeezed my hand, before he nodded to Mom.

  Dad saw me and went to leave, but Mom said,"Steve, don't you dare leave this room. Your daughter wants to speak with you. I'll be two doors down. If you leave, I'll know."

  I knew Mom scared Dad, so he just nodded, and Mom said to me,"It'll be okay."

  Mom gave me a kiss, before she walked out.

  Dad gazed at me with tears in his eyes and said,"Y/N, do you really hate me? What am I doing wrong?"

  I said,"I don't hate you, Daddy. I could never hate you. I shouldn't have said that to you. I was just mad, and I didn't think before I spoke. You can talk to me again. It's okay now."

  I tried to hug Dad, but he took a couple steps back from me.

  Tears formed in my eyes, and I pleaded with him,"Daddy, please. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't punish me like this. I really am sorry. Please don't push me away. P...Please, Dad."

  Dad said,"Y/N, you meant what you said. I know how you are when you mean what you say. You aren't pleased being my daughter."

  I tried to take Dad's hands, but he pushed my own away.

  Tears poured down my face, and I said,"Okay! You win. I'm not pleased being your daughter, but it's not for the reason you think. You're the Captain America, Dad. I always feel so obligated to be just like you, and maybe in some ways I am, but I don't want to be you. I'm Y/N, not Steve Rogers. I get confused between what I am and what I'm trying to be. The last thing I would ever want to do is lose you as my father. I love you and I'd do anything for you, Dad, even if it meant searching day and night to find you. I'm not saying I don't want to be a hero, but I want to make my own decisions. I feel a weight on my shoulders every single day, and it makes it worse knowing you won't talk to me anymore."

  Dad walked up to me and pulled me into his arms. I held onto him tightly, and he held me tighter.

  He said,"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry, princess. I understand. I get it. You're right. You don't have to be me. I don't want you to be, but I see a hero in you. I see myself in you, like when you covered the grenade. I did the exact same thing when I was in the military, Y/N. It was a test, but I didn't know that. You have parts of me in you, Y/N, whether you want them there or not. You do. I just want you to be able to protect yourself, because I love you more than anything. I always will. I need to know you're going to be okay. Seeing what you did, it scared me. I don't want you to think that I'm angry with you for that. I'm proud, but the father in me was scared. I'm sorry for upsetting you."

  I just held on tighter to Dad and said,"It's okay. I understand. I'm glad I'm like you. I love you, Dad."

  "I love you too, Y/N."

  ......

  Dad and I had been holding up very well these last few months. Since I wanted to be a hero myself, I still continued to scare him every once and a while.
  I made sure I always let him know how I felt about things, and he did the same to me. I listened to him, even when a part of me never wanted to. At the end of the day, he knew more than I did, and I wanted to learn and get advice from my father.

  Maybe I didn't want to be Captain America, but I wanted to be like him. My father was Captain America and Steve Rogers, so I would still have both of their traits. However, I could make my own identity and channel what I learned from my patriotic father.