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steve rogers + pretty little baby by connie francis 🥰

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STEVE "Are you kidding me" ROGERS The Avengers (2012) // Avengers Endgame (2019)

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steve and natasha being the "babies" of the group is so special to me 🥹

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i would kiss his face too 🥺

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📀 Hours Before The Storm — MCU Rp AU

Setting: Age Of Ultron

Characters: OG Avengers, Stella Strange (OC) , Liane Felton (OC), Cassandra Ashfield (OC) etc

Ships: Stevella, BlackHill and BrightBlaze (yes I gave Liane x Ethan another ship name 😌)

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Days past since the battle with finding Loki’s staff, among other things. Coming in contact with Wanda and Pietro was one of those things. The team decided to celebrate, have some fun. But there was Stella, still dressed in a lab coat, holding a iPad and looking over Clint’s scans as the man was healing up.

As Dr. Cho and Bruce put it, Clint’s body was creating tissue without realizing.

Never mind once minded parties, hell she loved them. But after the encounter a few days ago prior with Loki, and then the one with Wanda and Pietro? Not just that, seeing teammates bruised and hit pretty hard…it wasn’t odd for her to want and stay monitoring the match instead.

Maybe it was an old habit she picked up from her years in the medical field. Who knows?

“You do know that tablet isn’t gonna suddenly spout legs and disappear into the walls, right?” Said a voice that belongs to her boyfriend fiancé.

She turned around to see Steve Rogers standing there, leaning against the doorway, and replied, “You do know that Clint was hurt less than a few days ago, right?”

He chuckled and pushed himself off the wall, walking over to her as he nods, “How could I forget, I was there. But honey, he’s healing. He’s okay…the question is, are you?”

She shrugged in response and let out a shutter breath, “I guess..I just wish that the team would be more transparent and careful out there..I can heal up wounds on the fly, or blast away an incoming opponent. But the real injuries, those take time to heal and recover from…I should know…I wish we were safer..that the world would be safer..”

That’s when Steve sighed, placing his hand on his fiancé shoulders. If one thing Steve learned over the years is how layered and flexible Stella can be when it comes to her emotions. One minute she is all shits and giggles, being chaotic or dramatic. One minute she is being stern, emotional and frustrated. But moments like this, he could see the light and care behind her eyes.

Stella hides that behind a smile and a joke, however when you catch these moments, you can see how deeply she feels about the team. She hates seeing them upset or even in pain, wanting to cast a protection spell if possible. But she knew that wasn’t the way.

After a moment he speaks, “I think you are looking too closely into this topic tonight. I understand where your concern came from and I feel the same way, but we just have to be more careful next time. Have each other’s backs.”

“I just hope that want all of us to catch a break soon. I don’t want the next time one of us are out there to be our last…” Stella responded, implying something deeper.

He understood what it meant and simply nodding, pulling her into a light embrace as she wrapped her arms around his waist, sighing deeply. As always, the team will do better, and do it together.

For now? Party time!

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The next time Steve saw his fiancé, she was descending down the stairs in a purple dress with her up laid on her shoulder. She never looked prettier. Hell, he might steal her away from the guests tonight to have a moment alone.

When it came to parties, Stella was always one for drinks and dancing, dragging others to the dance floor. Who can blame her? But ever since the accident years earlier that was a post-party event, where she was dressed in the finest outfit she owned turned into a fatal mistake causing her skin to be torn, a few broken bones, and bleeding from her arms.

Her body never fully recovered after the attack. She never felt as pretty and as dazzling in her surroundings again.

But tonight was her only chance to drop her shoulders, throw on a dress, and no need to worry about her losses. Yeah, sure, her skin was not as smooth or even clear from damage over the years—but she felt alright.

It also helped that her soon-to-be husband and her friends, supported her all the way. So far she felt absolutely loved and appreciated, even beautiful in her own right.

She found herself at the bar chatting with Maria Hill, Tony, Rhodey and Thor downing her drink. Rhodey was telling a War Machine story but it was kinda lame the way he said it, but they all looked at him in amusement.

“So no Pepper? Where’s Nat?” Rhodey asked.

Maria blushed next to Stella and answered, “Uhh, Nat is around here somewhere I think..”

Stella whispered in her ear as she teased, “You’re buttons are a little undone.”

“Shhh!”

“Heheh!”

Stella smirked, “Where about the ladies, gentlemen?”

“Uh, Potts got a company to run. She got busy.” Tony answered sipping his drink as Thor told them how Jane is about to win a prize soon.

It resulted in a ‘My girlfriend is better than your girlfriend’ match. Rhodey, Maria and Stella shared knowing looks.

“Yeah, yeah, they must be busy. Cause they hate seeing you guys getting together.” Maria teased before faking a cough, “Testosterone!”

Rhodey and Stella snickered walking away together with the top agent, leaving Thor to add, “Jane’s better.”

“Hell yeah she is!” Screamed Melissa was across the room, randomly.

Stella found bouncing back over to the bar, grabbing herself some peanuts and dried cherries that they were serving. For whatever reason, she had a hard want for that specific snack tonight.

She chatted with Liane at the time, when she did. Stella noted how the blonde was trying to mandate her drinking for tonight, with a mix of snacks and drinks.

Or as Liane put it, “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Ethan!”

“Relax! If he hasn’t run away yet, then he won’t start now.” Stella replied munching on some strawberries that Liane handed her.

“Ugh! I know that, but I want to build a life together with him someday and with all the shit going on? I want to make myself as happy and healthy as possible…I want what you and Cap have.”

That’s when Stella smirked, “Say that again.”

“Oh shut up.” Liane replied teasingly.

She was downing a small handful when somebody came behind her, noting it was a brunette man with tattoos, tone arms, and wearing black pants to match his red button down. He held a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Hello ladies.” He greeted them with a smoking grin. “Ryan Bass.”

Stella and Liane greeted him in response in kind manner.

“Would you ladies like to come with me and take a ride over to the dance floor?” He asked them.

Liane shook her head, “Uh, no thanks.”

“Why? The infamous Liane Felton has two left feet?”

Stella spoke up, “No, because she be on the dance floor with her boyfriend.”

“I don’t see him.” He said with a smug expression, looking around.

“Turn around.” Said a voice that clearly belonged to Ethan. Ryan looked over his shoulder, seeing a good looking man that could play freaking Prince Charming and use enchant your own with a smirk.

Liane particularly made heart eyes at him, smiling as she looped her arm around his neck. Liane smiled, “Hi, sweetie! I missed you. This man was asking if I can dance with him.”

Ethan, who was always the sweetest man in the room, narrowed his eyes up and down to Ryan before saying, “No.” He looked at his beautiful Liane with a softer expression, “You’re dancing with me.”

With that, the couple left.

Ryan turned his gaze back to the other lady who stayed leaning against the bar, chewing on some peanuts and dried cherries, and said, “That leaves you with me. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Estella.” Stella replied giving him her name, staying quiet.

“Ooh ‘Estella’, like the star?”

“Oh, look, someone did a google search.”

Ryan stepped closer, “What? Don’t like what you see?”

Stella sipped her drink and replied, “I’m into blondes. And you’re not my type.”

“Then who is?”

“He is!”

She pointed to the blonde man, dressed in a navy blue button shirt, black jeans and an almost sharp expression. He walked over, placing a hand on her hip, almost a possessive look in his eyes as he looked at Ryan, clearly not impressed by his own appearance.

A look that said ‘Step away before you make yourself feel bad.’

“Hey, honey, I been looking for you everywhere.” Steve said looking at his fiancé with a playful smile.

Stella rests her head on his shoulder and replies, “I’ve chatting with our friends, babe.”

“Well isn’t that a good thing. Speaking of our friends, I think we have some upstairs waiting for us.”

“Who?”

He whispers something in her ear with a smirk as she blushed. Steve turned back to Ryan in a polite voice, “Excuse us.”

Not a second later, he pulled his girl closer and led her upstairs away from the idiot, who clearly didn’t have a chance.

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Stella returned downstairs to chat after 10 minutes, fixing her straps to the deep purple dress and wearing Steve’s brown jacket now. She promised Hill, she’d give it her later on if the night got chilly enough. She found herself chatting with Cassandra outside on the balcony.

She has always taken a liking to the young blonde girl and thought she such a shy darling. She also figured that parties weren’t her thing and decided to join her outside instead for a while.

Cassandra air out her feelings about tonight, her seeing visions in her dreams but didn’t say too much, not wanting to waste time worrying Stella. Or maybe being called weird, even crazy for the thought. Especially if it might not be true. As always, Stella reassured her that everything will be okay, and it would be nice if she joined them inside for the after party.

Stella squeezed her shoulder comfortably and walked away.

When Stella returned inside for the after party, she sat on the couch, her back resting against the armrest as Steve rubbed her knee gently. She gave the jacket over to Maria, suddenly feeling warm and a bit uncomfortable wearing it, meanwhile Maria happily took it. Everyone was chatting, sharing another round of drinks and snacks, playing cards or board games on the coffee table.

As Stella looked around at the found family, she couldn’t help but take a deep breather. Hell, she smiled!

Yes, she has been worried and stressed about the damage that has happened, to herself, to her teammates lately. And how she wished to get a better understanding of things. To have a safer environment to be honest.

To save the day and come home safer than before.

But looking around? As long as she had the right attitude and patience, the whole family close by, she knew everything will be—spoke too soon.

Within moments later of everyone trying to lift Thor’s hammer in a playful manner, a metal bot with a limping body and beating eyes appeared in front of everyone.

The first ultron bot.

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AHH here it is! Let me know what think

Sorry tumblr kept crashing 🤨😤

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Name Game ⛓️‍💥 Tag — 💋

“Estella Pepa Romano-Strange” to the government 👨‍⚖️

“Pepa” to her grandmother 👵🏽 (Thiago let it slip to everyone his baby sister actual name)

“Stella Bella” to her friends🥂

“Estella” to Thiago & Leo🪄

“Elle” to her mom🌯

“Stella” to her dad & Maria Hill 📊

“Mama”, “Ma” or “Mommy” to the kids 🧸

“Tia” to Riley 🪁

“Honey” or “Sweetheart” to Steve Rogers 😚

“Ellie” or “Stell” to Bucky & Sam 🏓

“Nurse Romano/Ms Strange” at work 🏥

“Mrs. Rogers” or “Sparky” to Nick Fury & The World 🌎

“Littlest Strange” to her co-workers at the hospital 🙄

“Lady Strange” to the public 📝

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I saw this trending online and think it’s adorable ☺️ so why not try it?

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— Daddy Steve Rogers Headcanons 🧢

Note: I’m in the mood for some dad!steve rogers. Aka how Steve acted during Stella’s pregnancies 🦋💙🐳

The every single time this dude found he was gonna be a daddy? Oh he lifted her up and took her face, kissing Stella plenty of times in pure excitement. The emotions of anxiety, fear and most importantly above all else were joy 🥹 never in a million years would believe he’ll get to this point in his life. And he’s forever grateful for that!

Steve will never tell his first child this, but Natasha loves to say that Bradley was an ‘Oops Baby’ 😂 because he was unexpected. Kendall was planned out baby meanwhile Marianna was a surprise baby!

During the first trimester, Steve would oftentimes sit beside his wife on the bathroom floor and held her carefully as he rubbed her back in comforting circles. Even carry her to the bed or couch later, let her rest.

Soda crackers, ginger ale and water bottles was the items most popular in the house. Along with a blanket and pillow,as he rubbed her thigh carefully to soothe her body. Thiago, Leo and him talked to Dr. Cho about getting Stella IV fluids to help.

Thankfully, 😅 during all pregnancies, it didn’t last long enough for it to get worse and faded away rather quickly. He’ll smile in relief at her energy levels returning.

During the second trimester, to say Steve enjoyed it was an understatement. You know how they say, that woman are glowing in the 3rd quarter, Steve calls that a big lie. He likes to say it starts in the second trimester, because he sees Stella’s nails and hair get stronger, her skin gets thicker yet softer than ever before. And her color returns back to her face!

And as her bump grows, so does his love 💕. The amount of times, his hands fall onto her belly? He would be as rich as Tony! Rubbing her belly, tapping his fingers against her belly and just laying a hand over her belly subconsciously, if they’re in a fill room. A soft protective instinct just kicks in and a firm compassionate gesture to make sure BOTH sides are okay.

And yes, he has to hear Stella whine or complain about her clothing not always fitting like they used to. He sometimes has to hold back a laugh then remind her that her special stretchy pants are in the closet. Stella would wear them and then grab a snack to chill out, as Steve folded the other clothing that didn’t fit her, as he gave her words of praise for her body.

HOWEVER—the man couldn’t help but be shocked when his wife comes out wearing, one his old size small men shirts and smirking. Steve raise an eyebrow and chuckles, “Um, that’s not yours.”

Stella chuckled in response as she just shrugged saying, “I married you so technically, it is. Besides, if I realized that I wear some of your shirts, it means less clothing shopping for me. Sooo I can focus on more important things.” ✨

The grin and slight flustered expression of Steve’s face is priceless! 😂 All he could do is shaking his head fondly as he followed her down the hallway, hearing Stella’s squeals and giggling.

If your asking about Stella’s cravings and Steve’s reaction to them? He doesn’t mind it too often as the years went by, because he knew her body was going through a lot of changes—in response? If she wanted Nachos and fries, along with milkshakes, then so be it! However he realizes one thing, how much her taste buds changed every pregnancy!!

For the boys — Bradley it was sweet and sour, with Kendall it was sweet and salty. For their only girl? Marianna was sweet and savory. Other days, each pregnancy was a combination of the three in some way! Oh boy, did Steve have to cut oranges slices then sprinkle some sea salt over it, every one of those pregnancies Stella craved that at some point.

Sometimes Stella would wake him up at 3am with a craving for something or he’d find her in the kitchen snacking 🙈

If we’re able to be honest and serious for a moment, Steve had his doubts about fatherhood and fears of letting his wife down. Growing up, Steve had a rough time with his parents who always had fights, or not being treated fairly by each other. Hell, there were days where his dad was at his lowest and took it down on him or his mother, Sarah.

So Steve had this fear that he’d suck as a dad. Yes, the man always wanted a family, it never changed!!! But he had fears. That he’ll turn out like his father in some way, and in response? He didn’t dare to say anything about it to Stella! She already had a bunch of stuff on her plate, she didn’t need to worry about him. Or so he thought 💭

For a while, he would sneak into the training room at night and take his thoughts out on a punching bag without gloves. However after a while of punching, Stella walked in and asked if he was alright, already knowing the answer. But she wanted to hear him say it. After some stubborn responses and moments of telling her to go back to sleep—Steve told her what was going on.

She listened intently and gently reassured him that he’ll be a good dad, he’s doing great things already. That they’ll figure it out together, even if they mess up along the way. That relaxed him and firmly told himself that he’ll do his best.

As we all know, Steve Rogers has an art degree! Yes, he may not always have time to use that skill like he used to, but when the opportunity presented itself—he leaped at the chance 🖌️🎨

That chance came in the form of the nursery! Stella insisted on having him just do the heavy lifting and crafting for the room that would be done. But Steve had a vision and things he wanted to research in mind 👀

He placed both hands on her shoulders and smiled as he said, “Let me do it. We’ll come up with something for the room together, but then I’ll take it from there.”

Stella was hesitant about it and protested about his decision to make increase the vision for the room. But if one thing, Stella trusted was his ability to get something done.

Steve Rogers worked mornings, afternoons (if he was lucky!!) and weekends on the nursery. He even got Stella, Sam, Michelle and Liane’s thoughts as he went along. BUT HE DID NOT ALLOW STELLA IN THE ROOM (last thing he wanted was her to do something and accidentally getting hurt 😞!!!).

And to say the finished product surprised his wife was an understatement! Stella screamed and cried in awe , joyfully walking around the room. Her smile was bright!!

It was settled right then and there that the next baby rooms would be Steve’s job 🤧😌

Steve made Bradley’s room a simple pastel blue with white trim, along a hand painted ceiling, being bear 🐻 theme on the walls and decorated tiny windows with a white background to even out the contrast. Along with a large white ‘B’ near his closet.

Kendall’s baby room was decorated with an elephant 🐘 them of soft yellows and whites, hand painted walls as well and a big white ‘K’ on the wall. He chose yellow because he knew it meant the warmth of a sun on a cloudy day, and that’s what Kendall meant to him when he coming their way.

As for Marianna’s room? Steve took the most recent idea in mind with knowing she was their daughter and last baby, he made similar plans. Her room was soft sage greens with white trim, flowers on the windowsill and most importantly hand painted butterflies on the wall and ceiling. He went as far as to add some color to her bedroom door, a little accent. 🦋

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AHH 😌 let me know what you think and should I continue with The 3rd Trimester 🤔

I think this is just cute 🥰

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Steve Rogers being slightly done™ Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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#that moment when you realize he met the love of his life on the very steps he had lost all hope

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a whole mood by Steven Grant Rogers 

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Anne Hathaway in The Hustle (2019) dir. Chris Addison

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Thiago's "Great" Moment / Marvel Blurb

Pairing: Steve x Stella

Established Relationship: Big Brother and Little Sister -> Estella and Thiago

Summary: Thiago decided to make a big move and help his sister out. But it doesn’t turn out very well

Warning: Mentions of labor and pain but in a humorous yet endearing manner

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Estella’s grip was already like a vice. She was on the bed, breathing through another intense contraction. The pain was overwhelming, and she clenched her teeth as she rocked back and forth, the sweat on her back rolling.

Steve, who had been by her side through every twist and turn, looked exhausted but still firmly in control. "You're doing great, baby. You’re almost there, okay?" he murmured, squeezing her hand.

Estella’s grip tightened, and Steve had to wince, his knuckles turning white under her pressure. "Easy, easy," he grunted, trying to adjust his stance. "I know, honey. Just breathe."

But Estella was clearly too lost in the pain to even acknowledge his words. With each contraction, she gripped tighter, her nails digging into his skin, as if trying to hold onto something solid while the world around her felt like it was spinning out of control.

"Okay, sweetheart," Steve said softly, giving her hand one last squeeze before he took a step back. "I’m just going to get a drink of water, okay? Take a breather. You’re doing amazing."

As soon as he moved away, Thiago, who had been sitting quietly in the corner trying not to get too involved, saw an opportunity. Steve needed a break, and Thiago was more than willing to step in. It was time for him to show just how much support he could offer his baby sister.

He approached the bed cautiously, eyeing his sister with concern. "Alright, Estella," he said, trying to sound calm. "Let me take over for a minute. I’ll keep you steady."

Estella, in the midst of another contraction, barely registered his presence. Her hand shot out, reaching for him almost instinctively. Thiago wasn’t sure if he was ready for what was about to happen, but he was determined to help. He reached down, clasping her hand, preparing himself for the usual light pressure that Steve often complained about.

Oh, how wrong he was.

As soon as Estella’s fingers curled around his hand, Thiago gasped. It felt like she was holding onto him for dear life, squeezing with every ounce of strength she had left. And then—oh God—her nails.

The second Estella’s nails dug into his skin, Thiago’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. A sharp, burning pain shot up his arm as her grip only got tighter. The pressure was unbearable, and he couldn’t help but let out a sharp, surprised grunt.

"Ow! Estella!" Thiago groaned, trying to keep himself upright, but it was too much. The pain was more intense than he had expected, and before he knew it, he buckled at the knees, his body folding under the strength of her grip.

With a thud, Thiago dropped to the floor, his hands still clutching her own as he crumpled to the side of the bed.

Estella’s eyes were squeezed shut, focused entirely on getting through the contraction. She barely seemed to notice that her big brother had collapsed onto the floor beside her, still holding her hand like it was a lifeline.

Steve, who had been sipping his water and catching his breath from across the room, heard the thud and immediately turned to look at what was happening.

His brow furrowed in confusion before the realization hit him. "Oh, right," Steve muttered, almost to himself. "I should’ve warned you."

Thiago, now sitting on the floor with a grimace of pain, looked up at Steve with wide eyes. "Her nails! Her nails are digging into my skin, Steve! What the hell is this?!" he snapped, trying to shake off the intense sensation that still tingled on his arm.

Steve snickered lightly, not in an unkind way, but with a hint of amusement at his brother-in-law's expense. "Yeah, I should’ve told you," he said, his tone teasing but warm. "Her grip gets way more intense when she's in the home stretch. She’s basically squeezing the life out of anything she can hold onto."

Thiago glared at him, still holding his throbbing hand. “You bluffed me,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I thought you were exaggerating when you said her grip was... like this!"

Steve chuckled and walked over to help Thiago up from the floor. “Don’t worry, man,” he said, grinning. “You’ll survive. She’ll let go eventually. Just... hang in there.”

But Thiago was still rubbing his hand, wincing as he stood up. “Yeah, well, I’m definitely not volunteering to hold her hand again anytime soon.” He shot Steve an exasperated look before moving back to the corner of the room, shaking his head.

Estella, oblivious to the exchange, let out another groan as another contraction hit. She was still holding tight, her body tensed with the effort. Her grip was no longer just a pressure; it felt like she was pulling him down into the abyss with her.

Thiago glanced over at Steve, who had now taken his position back beside Estella, his hands steadying her once more. “You’re a saint,” Thiago muttered, giving Steve a look of both admiration and exhaustion.

Steve grinned, his eyes full of affection for his wife. “I don’t know about that,” he said, squeezing Estella’s hand again. "But I know she’s gonna need all the help she can get through this."

Thiago watched the pair of them with a small, knowing smile. Despite the pain, despite the exhaustion, Estella was surrounded by the love and strength of the two men who would do anything to see her through this moment. And for all the discomfort and chaos, he couldn’t help but feel grateful that his sister was getting the support she needed—even if it meant sacrificing his own hand in the process.

“Alright,” Thiago muttered under his breath, as Estella let out a sharp cry, signaling another contraction. “Maybe I’ll just... stick to waiting for the baby to arrive. Less painful.”

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This is random but silly…and thank you ChatGPT for helping me organize my ideas 💡

Pls let me know what you think

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your cute neighbour ♡

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Stella: On it! Babe come here!

Steve: Huh?

Stella: *kisses his cheeks multiple times and smiles at him*

Steve: *🙈🥴 as he laughs* H-hon-honey!

kiss steve he's irish 💚

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STEVE ROGERS 🎬 letterboxd series [insp, template]

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And you get a web and you get a web

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Unmasking High School 🏫 | MCU AU

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New Friends combos: Rei & Peter, MJ & Bradley, Rochelle & Harry?? ✨

The cast list: MJ Waston, Bradley Rogers, Peter Parker, Liz Allen, Rei Stark, Harry Osborn, Rochelle Romanoff 📋

Summary: Sometimes school has its challenges and struggles but sometimes it’s not all bad news 🗞️

Notes: SORRY 😣 NED I SWITCHED U OUT FOR HARRY 🙊

Timeline: Pre/during Civil War and Spider-Man Homecoming 🗒️

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The Reveal 🙈

Bradley didn’t ask for this. ‘This’ being the attention that came with his last name. It was all fine until math class, when the teacher—Mr. Watlers—decided to announce it to the world.

"Mr. Rogers… You’re late. Just because your Captain Rogers' kid doesn’t mean you can stroll in late like it's no big deal."

The class went silent. Bradley rolled his eyes, slouching into his seat like he didn’t have a care in the world, despite the heat in his face. “Sorry, Mr. Watlers. Didn’t mean to.” He shrugged, tugging his backpack to his side, his face masking the subtle discomfort bubbling beneath the surface.

Peter Parker, who had been sitting next to him, shot him a curious look.

The whispers started, but it was later, after class, that Peter couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Hey, Bradley. What’s with the ‘Rogers’ thing?” He glanced sideways, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.

Bradley, ever the master of deflecting, casually opened his locker and pulled out an old photo. He didn’t even have to say anything—just handed it to Peter, who stared down at it in wide-eyed disbelief.

"H-ho—you’re… Captain America's son?"

Bradley chuckled lightly, shifting uncomfortably. “Yeah. I don’t look much like him, do I? I got my mom’s hair and eyes. But, yeah... that's my dad."

Peter’s jaw dropped, and he fumbled for words, completely caught off guard. But Bradley just shrugged again, his usual mix of cool detachment and a hint of something warmer in his smile. "I want to blend in. Just another kid in a big school, right?"

Peter nodded slowly, still processing the weight of the revelation.

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Gym Class Drama 👟

Gym class wasn’t Bradley’s thing. Not really. He could totally crush it—gymnastics, baseball, basketball—but he wasn’t in it for the spotlight. He was just there to get through it, and maybe sneak in some snacks when no one was looking.

That day, they were doing basic stretches and jump rope. Of course, because Bradley was naturally athletic, he made it look effortless. People were watching him—the girls, especially Liz Allen—but he was too busy trying to avoid the attention. As much as Bradley enjoyed being able to do the impossible flips and tricks, he didn’t want to be the "perfect athlete" everyone looked at.

Rochelle, who was usually the slightly naive one but swiftly struck back when asked, was more than happy to practice in class. Jump rope, basketball ball and running drills were her strengths. However if someone, such as a pretty blonde girl, was looking at her? IT WAS GAME OVER! Rochelle would fumble over and blush, loosing her balance.

MJ and Rei was over in the corner, lost in a book, probably trying to escape the nonsense of it all. Bradley grinned. They didn’t care about gym class—the two ONLY cared about books, snacks, and a solid joke. That was his type of vibe.

On occasion, if provoked, Rei would show off his skills in class just shut someone up. On the other hand? He will just tinker with his latest gadget, which he was currently inventing.

As Bradley jumped rope for what felt like the millionth time, he could feel eyes on him—but it wasn’t just the girls. The guys were watching too, probably trying to figure out how Bradley made it look so easy, the way he handled his natural talent. He just hated it. He wasn’t there to be a show-off—he just wanted to do his thing and get on with his life.

With a sigh, he decided to do what he did best: SNEAK OUT!!!

He slipped out of the gym and wandered the halls, his mind already picturing the art room—the one place where he could actually breathe. He wasn’t there for the popularity contest; he just wanted to get away from it all. He will smile at the sight of paint brushes and other items.

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Harry Osborn Drama🕸️

For some odd reason, Harry Osborn had issues with Bradley. Big issues. But honestly? Bradley didn’t care. Yeah, sure, it annoyed him plenty! But still. He wasn’t about to get tangled in another rich kid, thinking he’s a emo kid, drama. Harry was brooding, charming, a bit of an awkward show off, complaining about his own messed-up family dynamics, and honestly? Bradley was kinda over it.

Even if it bothered him! But Harry is a good looking kid and Bradley could see why people would be attracted to him. Hey, just sayin!

Harry would try to flex with comments like, “Oh, Rogers thinks he’s the man. Probably here because his parents bought the school a new gym or something.”

Bradley rolled his eyes every time, not even breaking a sweat mutter, “Bro, shut up. Your dad’s richer than my grandpa, and you’re acting like you’ve got problems no one cares about.”

The guy was a walking drama. Bradley wasn’t interested in that.

He already had one “emo” in his life—Rei Stark, his friend. Rei was grumpy, sarcastic, and would probably punch him if he tried to fix his mood with a joke—but that was their thing. That was all Bradley needed.

Harry? Not his problem. If Bradley had to be honest, Harry was sorta getting on Rei’s nerves EVERY TIME he would show up looking like he’s walking down the hallway, like it a stupid red carpet. Rochelle thought it was a TOTAL act and Harry just needed a friend.

Little did Bradley know that Peter would befriend Harry FREAKING Osborn and they would have no other choice but to be friendly.

Eddie Osborn however? That was a whole different story.

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MJ and the “Losers” 🎧

When lunch came around, Bradley’s mood lightened. He found MJ in her usual spot—reading, of course. And next to her? Peter and Harry, the duo that still had no idea how to act around each other, let alone girls.

As usual, Bradley and MJ would slip into their own world. She’d read; he’d sketch, sometimes cracking jokes, sometimes just snacking and watching the chaos around them. Peter and Harry? They were good guys, but they were still figuring out the whole “growing up” thing.

Bradley made it his mission to encourage Peter to actually talk to Liz, even though deep down, he was secretly annoyed that Peter was still crushing on Liz and not on someone else. Someone better! He'd never admit it, though.

Every now and then, Rochelle would toss a playful jab at Peter, “C’mon, Peter. You’ve been crushing on Liz forever. Just talk to her already.”

MJ, as usual, would roll her eyes, nudging Rei with a smirk. “He’s never gonna do it.”

Peter would stammer, and then inevitably turn back to Harry. “Yeah, I know… but it’s hard, okay?”

Bradley just grinned, mildly entertained by the whole thing. He wasn’t a matchmaker, but he wasn’t about to let Peter off the hook either.

“You’re never gonna know unless you try, dude.” He says softly grinning.

MJ, too, would add, “Losers.”

Bradley was part of another crew. MJ, Peter, Harry, Rei, Rochelle—they were his friends. It was relaxing. He fit in—and while he didn’t need to be the star, he sure knew how to bring the fun.

Then a new girl walked into their lives…

Gwen Stacy.

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Ahhh! 😱 let me know what y’all think of this addition to Bradley’s Takeover 😉

Imagine if we brought in Michelle and a few others haha

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