Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: ~2.2k
Summary: In which the great Captain America wins over the hearts of both you and your family.
Warnings: none. Just a ton of fluff and cringe :)
A/N: To clarify, you're 31 in this and Steve's 33. and we're once again, imagining his winter soldier look because that era was just *chefs kiss*
"Y/N, darling! How have you been?" your grandmother spoke excitedly, "How is the superhero life?"
"It's good, Grandma, I'm okay," you responded as you held your phone up closer to your ear, "so what did you call me for?"
"It's been a while since I was last able to see you, so I wanted to check and see when you were available so we could have supper together? My noodles aren't going to eat themselves, you know." You could practically visualize her winking at the statement. She knew you were a sucker for her beef-broth noodles.
"Yeah, I'd love to! Anytime this week works for me," you replied. "Is tomorrow night okay?"
"Perfect! Friday at 6 it is. And one more thing, dear?"
"What is it?"
"Both Grandpa and I have been wanting to meet the lovely Captain America, if you could get him to come along, that would be great. And you're always talking about him every time we call you, so it'd be even better seeing him in real life!"
"Oh, yeah," you chuckled, "I'll go ask him in a bit. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Bye, sweetheart," she trilled, "I'm going to go on a grocery run and get some apples for you guys. Talk to you later."
You ended the call and slid your phone in your pocket, making your way down the halls to the kitchen where Steve had just returned from his morning run, sipping an ice-cold Gatorade.
"Hey, what's up," he gave you a small smile. "You need something?"
"Uh, actually, yeah," you scratched the back of your neck as you thought of a way to ask without sounding too desperate, "so I'm going to go visit my grandparents...who happen to be huge Steve Rogers fans..."
"And you want me to come along?" he finished off your sentence. "That sounds good, I don't mind."
"She's making beef noodles...you know, the ones she sent for Thanksgiving last year..."
"Okay, now I'm totally in," he replied quickly, setting his drink down with an eager look in his eyes. "That soup was so good, and I'm not missing out on a chance to have some more."
"I owe you one, Cap! Love you! Bye!" you shouted as you walked away and went up to the training facility where Natasha and Wanda were. "See you later!"
"I love you too," he shook his head and smiled to himself as you disappeared around the corner.
The smile lingered on his face for a few minutes even after you'd left.
...
"Okay, so I'm warning you right now that they're huge Steve Rogers fans," you took in a deep breath as you parked Tony's Audi into the driveway, "so if they jump at you...I'm really sorry."
"No no, it's fine," he chuckled, "I get it."
You reached forward to ring the doorbell and almost instantly, the door opened.
"So this is the lovely Mr. Rogers that my beautiful granddaughter keeps telling me about! Lovely to see you, Captain, we're huge fans of yours," she smiled warmly as you and Steve stepped into the house together, giving you a tight hug and shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Marisa."
"A pleasure to see you too, ma'am," he returned the smile, shaking her extended hand. "She's told me plenty about you as well."
"Well, my husband is in the living room and he's been dying to meet you! You can go see him now if you'd like, I'll call you two if I need you," she explained.
"Perfect," Steve placed a hand on the small of your back and you went to the living room together.
"Well, if it isn't the great Captain America," your grandfather stood up and firmly gripped Steve's shoulder, who grinned widely and did the same.
"In the flesh," the super-soldier chuckled, as he sat down next to you on the loveseat across from your grandfather's recliner. "It's very nice to meet you, sir."
"Please, call me Denis. So...I've been wanting to ask you about your experiences in WWII as I was enlisted in the Navy during that time, and I've heard plenty about all the wild tales of mighty Captain Rogers and the 107th."
"It was a great honor to serve my country," Steve replied, putting his arm across the back of the couch right behind your head, "and I consider myself lucky that I'm still doing that to this day, alongside Y/N and the rest of the team."
"That's wonderful," he nodded, "and how is Sergeant Barnes doing?"
"He recently joined...around three years ago, right?" You turned to Steve for confirmation, and he nodded. "Things have been going pretty great."
"And Y/N, she is safe while she's out doing what she's doing, correct?"
"Grandpa...I'm fine..." you began.
"...I just wondered about the security protocols that you guys take?"
"I reassure you, she's being watched over 24/7. She was a level 8 SHIELD agent when I first came out of the ice, and has been under their protection since then," Steve explained calmly, which seemed to make him relax a bit. "She'll be paired up with me or Clint whenever we're deployed for missions to make sure someone is always having eyes on her. I believe her father has made specific requests to do so."
Denis nodded slowly, eyes flickering between the little distance that remained between you and Steve. He sent you a small wink when Steve didn't notice, and you simply rolled your eyes in response.
Dinner came quickly, and Marisa was eager to explain everything when Steve asked about her beef broth noodles. On the outside, his expression was rather calm but you could tell he was screaming and jumping for joy on the inside because he was excitedly gripping your knee under the table.
You couldn't blame him, though. The smell of your grandmother's noodles were heavenly.
"So Y/N here has just told me how much you enjoyed my beef noodles," Marisa explained as she poured the noodles and broth into four separate bowls, "you took seconds at Thanksgiving dinner a few months back?"
"Thirds," you smirked.
"Fourths," Steve corrected you. "You had two."
"Yup."
"Is Y/N well-behaved with you guys?"
"Grandpa! I'm 31, not 11!"
"Yes," Steve chuckled, "she gets along with everyone very well. Unless you count when she's all geared up while sparring, or versing Tony and Clint in Mario Kart, then certainly not."
You rolled your eyes and sipped a bit of the broth. It burned your tongue slightly, but it was so worth it; it tasted so much better than it smelled.
"This is even better than when I last tasted it," Steve said in between bites, and was finished with his bowl in a mere three minutes. Your grandmother smiled and poured him a second serving in response, happy that he was enjoying her food.
"Do any of you ever find time for relationships?"
"Grandpa! Really?"
It was very brief, but a confused and embarrassed look flashed across Steve's face; his cheeks turning slightly red as he tried to think of a good answer.
"Well, Tony recently got married to Pepper Potts six months ago, but other than that, none of us are in a relationship at the moment. Though rumors do tend to circulate around the compound sometimes."
"I'm still single, if you're wondering," you groaned.
"Why? You're surrounded by many attractive men!"
"Grandma!"
"I believe I'm number one on that list?" Steve joked, nudging you in the side.
"Shut up," you mumbled into your hands.
...
"Y/N, can you help wash the dishes tonight?" Marisa asked once everyone had cleared their plates and your grandfather went back into the living room to watch TV.
"Yeah, sure," you shrugged, stacking each of your plates up together and placing them carefully into the sink as she took the rest of the utensils and cups.
"And meanwhile...Steve, dear, could you check on her grandpa and tell him not to watch Grey's Anatomy without me, will ya? I don't need him to go ahead and spoil the tenth season."
"I'm on it," he shot her a thumbs up and followed your grandfather to the living room.
"I've been told to tell you not to watch Grey's Anatomy by yourself," Steve informed him as he was turning the remote on.
"Oh, yes," he chuckled, "she'd throw a fit if I did."
Steve nodded and took a seat on the couch by him.
"She's lucky to have you, you know," he spoke up after a while, lowering the volume of the TV to speak to the super-soldier, "I hear from many that the path to becoming a hero can be a lonely pursuit, but you...you keep her centered, Captain. I haven't seen her this happy in a while."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you've gotten it all wrong. It's the other way around."
"Well, Steve, regardless of whether you're her rock or she is yours, I give you my approval. I don't think there would be any better man out there for her than you."
"Thank you very much, sir." Denis nodded and gripped Steve's arm tightly.
"So, do you like him?"
"Grandmaaaaaaaa...." you whined, "please don't go there."
"Honey, I may be old, but I'm not clueless," she reminded you. "I know a woman in love when I see one. If he hadn't gone under in '45 and I was older during that time period? I would've marched straight up to him and asked him to go dancing. No hesitation. He's a fine man, that Captain."
"You have a lot of confidence, huh," you giggled lightly and shook your head in disbelief. "I could never do that. From the moment I joined I was told by everyone we'd make a good couple...at first it was only because I was just two years younger...but now, they'll take any reason they get to tease us."
"They aren't wrong, those Avengers," Marisa wagged a finger at you. "One day you'll look back and either realize that acting on your feelings was the best decision you'd ever made, or you'll look back and regret not telling him any sooner. How do you think I met your grandpa?"
"He asked you to senior prom and you dated throughout all of college, even while he was trying to earn his doctor's degree."
"High school sweethearts, right!"
"I'm in my thirties. And besides, he's not in my age range."
"He is! There's only a two year age gap, since he was frozen. It's never too late to love," she winked at you. "I've been watching you two since the moment you stepped through the door, and I see the way you look at him. Your entire face lights up, and if that doesn't indicate you've fallen hard for him, then I don't know what does. And he does this, too."
"Sure he does..."
...
With several tight hugs, handshakes, and a few more questions about WWII and living as a superhero, your grandparents sent you out the door with Steve holding a giant Trader Joe's bag loaded with at least ten extra servings of beef noodle broth.
"You go enjoy that, Captain, alright?" Your grandmother patted Steve's shoulder.
"Keep an eye on Y/N," your grandpa reminded the super-soldier. '
"Yes, sir."
After putting the bag in the trunk, you climbed into the car and strapped your seatbelts on, letting out an exhausted and happy sigh.
"Uh oh...you have that look on your face," your brows drew together in concern as you stuck your keys in the ignition, typing the location of the Tower into the GPS, "I know that kind of look."
"What are you talking about?" Steve pretended to be oblivious, but the darkened, blazing look in his eyes gave it all away.
"You look like you're thinking about something...and that usually isn't good news..."
"I was just thinking..." he hummed.
Though he didn't admit it outright, he knew that he had stopped seeing you as 'just a friend' a while ago. But he ignored it, trying to convince himself that it'd never work out beetween you two.
But now, he was beginning to rethink all of that. He was beginning to wonder if burying his feelings and keeping them to himself was the best idea, because it wasn't really helping him from falling any less in love with you anymore.
"About what?"
"I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."
"I might as well tell you now that I'm in love with you," you gently swatted his chest, "so when are you going to say it? What prompted you to tell me?"
"Well, now that you've said it already, maybe I'll say it, too."
"Okay."
"I'm also in love with you," he spoke softly. "I just felt like now was the right time to tell you, since I've been waiting for that right time to come along for a while now."
"Us...I like the sound of that."
You glanced over at him and his eyes lit up upon seeing the expression on your face, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.
A blinking red light in the corner of your vision caught your eye, and you let out a loud groan.
"Tony, you cheeky little shit," you hissed into the camera, sending a death glare his way. "I hate you."
Tony and the others from the compound's security room, huddled around the CCTVs, simply laughed.
"Language," Steve joked.
"I hate you."
"You sure about that?"
"I'm sorry! I'm kidding. I love you."
"Good. I love you too."