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what-if-queen-camilla · 10 months

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Chapter 17

Garter Day 1990

Windsor Castle

"Mummy, Mummy, can we please get some ice cream???", twelve-year-old Laura begged her mum, looking at her with puppy eyes. They were at Windsor Castle today, to watch the Garter Day procession, which both Charles and Andrew were going to participate in: Charles of course as one of the Royal Knights, and Andrew as Her Majesty The Queen's Silver Stick in Waiting. As usual, she hadn't been too happy about the prospect of this gathering, especially as not only the two fathers of her younger daughter were in attendance but more or less Charles, hence Thea's, too, entire family: his parents, his siblings, his grandmother, not to speak of his wife… but both men and especially Laura had been begging her so desperately that she'd finally given in. Hopefully nothing she was going to regret later… "Yes, of course, darling, there you go.", she said, handing a bit of money to Laura, who beamed like a Cheshire cat, gently took her little sister by her hand and ran off to the ice cream truck up by the middle wards. She had long considered whether it was wise to come today but it was Andrew's last time as Silver Stick in Waiting to Her Majesty The Queen; he had once more been promoted and would be taking on other responsibilities from next months and Laura and Thea had been begging her to go and see Daddy taking part in the procession so she had finally agreed. Andrew, too, was happy to have both his girls by his side on this very special day: thank goodness, he really loved Thea and she adored him. Charles had also painfully learnt to keep his distance, he had had to. He was still in their lives and they tried to see each other as often as possible but for Thea he was just Sir (whom she loved dearly, but different to how she loved Andrew) and the they were very careful never to give anything away in front of their little angel. When Thea was present, they were just friends. It wasn't even a lie because they really were friends, best friends even, but also deeply in love… but that was just between the two of them. "Do you want chocolate or vanilla?", Laura asked her little sister once they had lined up in the queue at the ice cream truck, but something else had caught little Theodora's attention and before Laura was able to realise it, the little girl had loosened herself from her hand and ran up the hill to the upper words. "Thea!!! Wait!!!", she screamed in panic, following her as fast as possible.

"Hello there, young lady!", a familiar voice said and little Theodora smiled as she recognised Michael, Sir's Protection Officer whom she had met several times. "What are you doing here all alone? Where's Mummy?", the man asked, bending down and taking her in his arms. His Royal Highness had never actually told him but, to him, just as to some other members of his closest and loyal staff, it was quite clear that "little Miss PB", as they referred to her, could only be the Prince's child so they all made sure to keep an eye on her and having an almost three-year-old running around alone on the grounds of Windsor Castle on Garter Day wasn't something he could ignore. Everyone in his closest circle knew how much of his rare freetime he spent with "his best friend" Mrs Parker Bowles and all of them had a feeling that this was definitely more than friendship though none of them would ever mention something, and the way he looked at the little girl, the way his whole face brightened up whenever he saw her, the way he cuddled and played with her, said it all and, somehow, they all felt sympathy for this little family that wasn't allowed to be one so, deliberately or not, they all tried to help and support as best and decently as possible. "Mummy down there!", Theodora told him, pointing to the area near St George's Chapel. "Laura - ice cream!" "Laura and you wanted to get some ice cream?", he asked, and the little girl nodded. "Where is Laura?", he went on, quickly screening the venue for "Miss Laura" and, indeed, spotted her a few metres away, obviously looking for her little sister in panic. "Miss Laura!", he called for her and the twelve-year-old looked at him, sighing in relief when she realised that he had found her little sister. "Hello Michael!", she greeted him, slightly out of breath after her involuntary run up the hill. "Thank goodness, there you are!", she exclaimed, hugging her little sister tightly, before her voice became a bit more stern and she admonished her: "Don't ever run away from me again! That's dangerous! You could have gotten lost! What should I've told Mummy?" Theodora, apparently rather shocked at her sister's strong tone, immediately started to cry. "Ohhh don't you cry, little Miss.", Michael comforted her, pulling a funny face in order to make her laugh but it didn't seem to work. "Alright, m'lady, what could we do to cheer you up again?", he asked and Theodora replied immediately: "Sir! Sir, Sir, Sir!" "Would you like to say hello to Sir?", Michael asked, also looking at Laura who nodded almost equally excited as Theodora. "Alright, then let's go and see if we can find him!", he said, prompting Laura to follow him. They walked past a few corners, up and down several stairs and finally found themselves in a huge corridor inside the Castle. “Wait here, I’ll go and see whether I can find His Royal Highness!”, Michael promised, turned around, and disappeared.

A few minutes had passed, when they heard heels clattering on the floor in the corridor next to them. “Oh Thea, that might be the Princess!”, Laura whispered to her little sister excitedly, and just a few seconds later, indeed, Diana, followed by a bunch of servants, appeared right in front of them. “Your Royal Highness!”, Laura greeted her starstruck, performing a deep curtesy, but the Princess didn’t reply but instead gave them a look that almost froze the blood in their veins. “What are these brats doing here?”, she asked disgustedly. Instinctively, Laura pressed Theodoras hand tighter and protectively stood before her little sister. “Who let his bastard in here? Get them out of my way, immediately!”, Diana hissed at her servants, derogatorily waving her hand, as if the two girls were some sort of vermin. Laura gulped heavily. She had always admired the Princess but that behaviour really wasn’t princessly at all. “Come, Thea, we’re going.”, she said and this time ,thank goodness, Thea followed her without asking or complaining further.

“Bastard.”, Thea repeated what the Princess had said, once they had made their way out of the castle and Laura gave her an admonishing glance. “Sush! That’s a very mean word, Thea, we’re not saying this.”, she explained to her little sister, but Thea was curious now. “What - mean?”, she asked and Laura sighed. She wasn’t entirely sure about it, of course she had heard it here and there and knew that it was a swear word, but she didn’t know the real meaning herself. “That doesn’t matter, little one.”, she said. “Just don’t ever say that. It’s a very nasty word that a Princess should not use.”

“Oh there you are, my darlings!”, Camilla sighed in relief when she finally saw her daughters coming down the hill again, rushed over to them and hugged them tightly. “Where have you been so long?”, she asked, concernedly looking from one to the other. "Michael!", Theodora explained excitedly, adding: "Castle!", which caused her mother to frown her forehead. "You met Michael?", she asked and Laura nodded. "Castle!", Thea repeated and Camilla looked at her in confusion. "You're saying you've been inside the Castle?" "Yes, Michael took us.", Laura said. "He wanted to try and find Sir so that we could say hello but… he couldn't find him." She didn't even know why but for some reason she had a feeling that it was best not to tell her mother about the other incident so she kept quiet about it.

When the procession began with all pomp and circumstances, Camilla and her daughters happily waved at everyone to everyone they knew, Anne, Charles, the Queen Mother, and of course Andrew. "Daddy, Daddy!", Thea cheered excitedly, when Andrew walked past them. Of course, being as professional as he was, he didn't wave back but cheekily winked at her. Anne gave them a heartfelt smile, as did The Queen, and Charles and the QueenMother, who walked side-by-side, joyfully waved at them which made little Thea beaming with happiness. "Sir, Sir, Sir!", she exclaimed and Charles' face lit up in delight immediately. As sweet and heartwarming their moment undoubtedly was, as relieved was Camilla that nobody had noticed the emotions between them, as this sort of glances and smiles was definitely more intimate and deeper than those which "normal" friends exchanged and she was still afraid that, some day, it was all going to collapse like a house of cards…

#queen camilla #king charles #royal family #royal baby #andrew parker bowles #princess anne #queen mother #fanfiction #fanfic

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heavyarethecrowns · 7 months

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#queen camilla #duchess of cornwall #camilla parker bowles #tom parker bowles #laura parker bowles #laura lopes

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ladykinrannoch · 1 year

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I had a lot of trouble with my reading around the jewels, tiara and royal coat, I had Meghan's screams, Meghan's desire for competitions to be equal to Catherine but I also saw a decision, do you manage to read ?

Hi MTW,

I have not read on this yet. I am still researching what is likely, what is traditional, rules of precedence etc, trying to see which way KC might go. I very much doubt that the Sussex duchess could ever have equal billing to Catherine, it is just NOT possible. Catherine is the Princess of Wales, which is more senior than any Duchess. Only Camilla is more senior.

There has never been a distinction between working and non-working before. This is a headache of KC. Long ago the extended family had titles and were working either in the military or in public office, so that combination made it easier to determine precedence.

What is clear is that William will form part of the procession as the Lord High Steward of Scotland. When HMTQ was crowned, Charles has a proxy represent him in the procession on his behalf because he was not quite 4 years old. So at least we know where William will be. He will process after Camilla and ahead of the King as part of the regalia, and then join the seating in front of the peers.

It seems likely that the Princes (uncles, brothers and sons (but not necessarily cousins - Snowdon)) of Charles will form the front row of the peers in the South transept. They will arrive before the procession. Other non working members of the family would arrive with other guests and sit in order of precedence like the Earls and Viscounts (Snowdon, Severn and others), because there are many Lords with much older titles and greater provenance. And their respective other halves in the North transept in the appropriate precedence.

The POW and her children, the working Duchesses and Countess will definitely be in the Royal Box with the blood princesses (Alexandra, Anne, Bea, Eug and Louise) as well as the recently retireds. Like for example Prince and Princess Michael (since they don't have a peerage and its difficult to sit them anywhere else) I have a feeling that James, Viscount Severn may serve as a page to William, which I think would be nice touch since William and Edward seem so close and William will form part of the procession and need someone to bear his Prince of Wales coronet. The non-peerage non-working family e.g. Tindalls and Philips, Chattos, extended Windsor cousins, may be seated in the choir stall? This is one occasion where peers take precedence over extended family. But how much precedence do extended family take over heads of state??? And Charles can't afford to annoy the peers (many of whom sit in House of Lords), so he can't seat extended family in the transepts and equally he might annoy heads of state if the whole choir stalls are taken up by non-working, non-titled family members. The only other option is to seat non-working, non-titled family members back in a front section of the nave? Seems unlikely but maybe necessary to accommodate 56 heads of CW and plus ones (unless there are no plus ones) in the choir?

Meghan and Sarah are specific challenges. non-working, former HRH and non blood princesses, but still bona fide Duchesses, it seems likely they will be seated in the North transept and wear robes and coronets. The non-working Earl of Snowdon and Countess would sit in order of precedence as would the Earl Spencer and his Countess. So that is an easy solution thanks to titles and precedence.

Another difficulty (and perhaps a bigger one) is where to seat the family of the QC, Tom Parker-Bowles and Laura Lopes and family. Do they sit in the nave or choir stalls with the Tindalls et al since they are not peers? Unless Charles creates them as peers before then. The same with the Middletons, where to put them, non-working but grandparents of a future King? The nave/choir stalls? Or again, does Charles create them Earl and Countess and seat them in the transepts? This is where it really gets very tricky. When royal marriages were within the aristocracy, no one had these questions because everyone knew exactly where they would sit based on their titles, so no arguments. Back in the 60s and 70s I think the BRF stopped thinking about the impact of royal vs non-aristocratic marriages on seating for coronations since it felt like we would have QEll with us forever.

The whole working vs non-working family and extended relations is a fraught situation because there are many Dukes, Duchesses, Marquess, Earls, Viscounts and Barons, who have precedence over non-titled non-working members of the extended family who are to all intents and purposes ordinary regular people and distant relations. This is absolutely why Harry's choice to Megxit was such a abominably stupid one on his part! Because if they didn't Megxit and seek celebrity in America, they could have been a bigger part of the coronation without breaking rules of precedence. Now the American family risk getting seated with the others in the peer seats/nowhere nave seats because they can't be in the royal box.

My feeling is that the absolute best they will get is front row seats in the transepts with coronation robes and coronets. And Charles will be going against opinion get that right and annoying a lot of people along the way that played by the rules and stuck to duty to country over personal greed.

Personally, I think that we have no real idea how fraught this seating plan is with potential disasters all round. There are going to be a lot of unhappy people. Bearing in mind that the peerage take precedence and pushing anyone up the seating list because of being family will annoy a lot of people. To be almost exact approximately 1500 peers and their wives might be annoyed... i.e. the whole aristocracy.

I will continue to give thought to this to see if there is any other solution. The more radical solution which I feel KC might not take is to limit anyone without a peerage, which would obviously upset a lot of family members. That would eliminate the Lady's and Hon's as well as the Tindalls, Philips, Chattos, Ogilvys, and extended Windsors who would watch it on telly like the rest of us.

So the upshot is that given that there are so many in the air questions, I think it is too soon to read on the coronation, I suspect that is why you got so much up in the air energy. And Meghan must get in her lane. She doesn't get to demand what she wants in a ceremonial rite of initiation that has been constant for over 1000 of years. She gets what she gets and she should be thankful if she gets anything at all!

#british royal family #coronation

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oakappleday · 1 year

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...On the day of the coronation, Parker Bowles, a London-based food critic, said his role will be to “just get there early and smile.” He said he’ll be thinking most about his mother and stepfather.

“I’m very excited about it,” he said. “I just want everything to go smoothly, and my mother and the king, everyone, to just get through it and do it well and do it proud.”

#tom parker bowles #the coronation #he and laura are so interesting to me. I like that he doesn't call them 'my mother and stepfather' but 'my mother and the king'

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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little situation | part 24.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You ate breakfast in the common room dining area because it was one of the few occasions the entire team was up early on a weekday before you had to leave for school. Pepper came strolling in, already in her business attire, typing something away on her phone.

“We did it, Avengers Tower has been sold. I’m enlisting all of you to help with moving, no complaints.”

“You sold the Tower, Uncle Tony?”

“Ever since we started phasing all of the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. branch into the compound, I just don’t see a reason for us to have both. Keep everything in a central location. How much was it bought for Pep?” Tony moved to the toaster to wait for his breakfast.

“More than necessary.”

“Capsicle, ever heard of a trust fund? Sarah got one?”

“No.”

Tony caught the toast as it popped out of the toaster.

“Ms. Potts, set up a trust for Baby Wilson-Rogers… Split it, half to the Spiderling.” Tony aggressively took a bite out of the toast and walked out of the common room and towards his lab. Nat poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Well, now we know why he’s never having children. He already has two.”

“Wait, does this mean I’m a millionaire?” you asked with clearly too much excitement.

“Technically, multi,” Pepper said. “And technically, not till you graduate. Finish eating, Happy’s downstairs already.”

You finished and went to the car. Happy laughed as you tried to convince him to let you drive to school— not succeeding. When you jumped out of the car, you saw MJ on the bench reading. She looked up from her book.

“Jared’s going to ask you to the dance before homeroom.”

“Oh, joy.”

“This makes him sad male number five?”

“It’s not sad… and number six. Do you want to go dress shopping after school?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You extended a hand that she reluctantly took and walked with you inside. MJ never walked with you for very long but she was slowly opening up considering this was the first time she stayed holding your hand as you pulled her inside. When you caught up to Peter and Ned alone, Peter was buzzing in anticipation to tell you something. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation.

“I found out their next whereabouts, new buyer named Mac Gargan.”

“Look at you go. So new buyer, what are you going to do now?”

“They meet tomorrow on the Staten Island Ferry. I know we were supposed to go see that improv show but—”

“But you’ve got a job to do. I get it Spider-man, I guess this is payback from when I had to bail on bowling… you know, I’ve never been to Staten Island.”

“It’s… Staten Island. When it’s not a mission, let’s go.”

You and Peter shook on it. Even if you two never ended up going, the thought of it was still nice. You didn’t know what you were going to do over the weekend anymore— Ned’s wasn’t even an option because of a family reunion. Most of the house was going to be on a mission or in Tony’s case various “business trips” for Stark Industries that very closely resembled vacation. Maybe Pepper would want to go with you somewhere but she was overseeing the move.

Your Aunt Laura and Cousin Lila ended up being your substitutes for Saturday morning with Peter when Clint came in to fill out the papers regarding his “probation/house arrest” that he was taking way too seriously as an excuse for a vacation he felt was long overdue. Laura and Lila agreed to go to the nail salon with you. When you guys came back to the compound, you proudly showed off your nails to your family.

“Oh that’s cool, they change color,” Wanda said. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”

You looked at your nails, but didn’t see anything. You were about to ask when Steve entered the room. He didn’t get very far into the common room when you shoved your nails in his face. Steve grabbed your hands.

“They’re very pretty, Babydoll.”

“Wanda says they change color.”

Steve looked at the nails reflecting in the sunlight and started to chuckle before he caught himself.

“They change from purple to blue.”

You looked at your own nails for a moment. It still looked blue and more blue.

“Oh.”

Steve couldn’t stop himself from laughing that time. You didn’t even register the color change and it wouldn’t help this time if he attempted to describe the purple one to you. He couldn’t remember the last time he really helped you with color and shade perception, with you explicitly asking him. Even in the drawings they had hung up in the apartment, you either avoided those two colors if you couldn’t figure it out or just didn’t care.

Sometimes the sky was light purple or Steve’s eyes were periwinkle instead of light blue, other times the purple petals were actually blue. Occasionally Steve would wordlessly rearrange the pastels, crayons, and pencils so you could attempt to see the shades or at least if it seemed more blue or purple. Neither of you acknowledged that he did it but he saw the smile of appreciation every single time. Steve and Wanda left the common room for training or relaxation, and you tried to come up with something else to entertain yourself with.

“FRIDAY, play chess with me, please?” you asked the AI as you set the chess board on the coffee table in the common room.

“Of course, TinkerDarling.”

You looked up at the ceiling, unamused, muttering Uncle Tony. Pietro, who was dangling over the couch while watching TV, laughed.

“Sarah’s fine.”

“Understood, Sarah,” FRIDAY said as a small robotic arm extended from the coffee table to play with you.

You had tried to get the others to play chess but with little success. Steve thought too much about each move, Tony just talked too much, Pietro was too fast, Wanda liked to cheat. Clint refused to learn the rules. Sam and Nat were okay but didn’t enjoy it most of the time and Bruce, who you suspected would be the perfect partner, was still missing in action. Bucky was fine too but he was on a mission and didn’t come back till tonight. And Thor, well aside from also missing with Bruce, you weren’t sure if he even knew or was interested in the Midgardian game.

“Sarah Elise Rogers!” Tony yelled as he entered the common room.

“Uh-oh, government name,” Pietro said as you looked away from the tv to where he walked in.

“Yes, Uncle Tony?” You asked, not looking up from your game as you took FRIDAY’s bishop.

“You know where your little boyfriend is right now?”

That caused you to put your rook in a bad spot, FRIDAY taking it, as you looked up at Tony in confusion. You weren’t sure when you had acquired a boyfriend. And if you magically had a boyfriend you were very curious to learn his name and maybe meet him.

“What?”

“Peter Parker, that name ring a bell?”

“He should be at his house…”

“You know where he was before I took him home, no? Here’s an idea, destroying a ferry! And you knew. You knew that he’s going after whoever the hell and you didn’t tell anyone!”

“He just wanted a chance.”

“Yeah I heard that.”

“I’m on the team, Uncle Tony. Peter can become a ful—”

“Oh we’re changing that.”

Tony threw the briefcase down on the table.

“Parker’s suit is in there and after this stunt you seemed to be accomplice to, yours is gonna be in there as well for the time being.”

“Uncle Tony!”

“No! No, Sarah. This was serious and clearly you two are still immature. Act like a child, get treated like one. You go to school, you go to Peter’s and do homework, you come home, you go to bed. Rinse and repeat until you’re mature enough to think simple things through like telling us what the hell is happening… FRIDAY, where is Captain Rogers?”

“Uncle Tony, wait, please…”

“Captain Rogers is in the gym sparring with Agent Romanoff.”

“Let him know I’m on the way up.”

“Understood, Mr. Stark.”

“Uncle Tony,” you pleaded again but Tony was walking off.

You sat in the passenger’s seat of the car, arms crossed. Steve pulled into the school parking lot instead of just rolling up to the front. He turned off the car and looked at you. Your head stayed focused straight ahead, watching the students head into the building.

“You haven’t talked to Sam or Bucky, this is the first time since the weekend I’ve seen your hearing aids in, and you refuse to look at me.”

“I’ve got to go. Math test I should study for.”

“You have a 99 in that class.”

“Because I study.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and started to get out of the car.

“Sarah.”

You finally turned to Steve, wiping tears. He watched you suck in a breath.

“I get it. I’m off the team, Dheaidí. There’s nothing to discuss anymore, you said it all on Saturday. We were stupid and acted like children. I would just like to get to class now.”

“Sarah—”

“May I please go to school, Captain?” you asked with an air of desperation.

Steve faltered and nodded. You pursed your lip in thought for a moment.

“I’m going to have dinner at Peter’s.”

“I was hoping we could have family dinner.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?”

“I— Sure, Babydoll.”

“Thank you… I promise I’ll be in a better mood when Happy drops me off.”

Steve watched you swing your backpack over your shoulders and head into the building. He sighed. He was confident in his decision but wished you would have taken it better. He couldn’t even get Sam to play good cop or Nat or Bucky. They all agreed with Tony, leaving Pietro to be the only person in the compound you talked to the whole weekend.

“Sarah!” Ned called out. “Are you okay?”

Peter turned at Ned’s words. You came towards them looking frustrated and upset.

“They benched me. My dad actually listened to Uncle Tony and benched me. I’m not even allowed in the training room or the lab.”

“Because of me?”

“Don’t sweat it, Peter Parker. I’d do it again for you.” You pecked him on the cheek. “Oh… shouldn’t do that since Liz asked you to homecoming. I’m pretty sure that violates some girl code rule. Catch you two at lunch.”

You ran off, giving both him and Ned one last wave before heading off to your class.

“You’re staring,” Ned said. “I know that look… Sarah? Really, bro?”

Peter shook his head. “What look?”

“The look you had reserved for Liz all of last year… and you’re not denying it.”

“It’s Sarah,” Peter said with a shrug.

“And what does that mean?”

“That you’re not wrong.”

Peter closed his locker door and he and Ned started to walk to class.

“Are you going to tell her? What about the dance and Liz? Are you—”

“I’m still going with Liz, she asked me. That’d be a douche move to bail so close to the dance.”

“Okay and Sarah… Peter, you’re going to tell her right? Holy crap, you’d be the boyfriend of America’s Darling.”

“Me and Sarah, not happening.”

“You’re chickening out?”

“I’m saving a friendship.”

“Chickening out.”

“Ned, I just got her kicked off the Avengers. I’m sure I’m the last person she’d want to date.”

You entered the robotics class late, handing the teacher a slip. You strolled over to the workstation with Ned and Peter. Dropping your backpack at your feet, you set down your tablet on the table and opened up the coding you had been working on.

“Sorry, I missed lunch. Tina threw up after Lorraine brought the class macarons her mom brought back from a business trip to Paris. Turns out she’s allergic to almonds, who knew?”

“Why does Sarah get to do whatever she wants?” one of the students asked.

“Because Sarah works in Tony Stark’s lab. If she can build an arc reactor, she can build whatever she wants including… what are you working on?”

“A Roomba.”

“A Roomba?”

“Wanted to see if I could do it from complete scratch.”

You finished the code you had and unplugged the Roomba from the cord. Setting it on the floor, you turned it on for a test run. The Roomba rolled around the room while you monitored the tracking and its patterns on the tablet. It returned, deftly hitting the leg of your stool. You leaned over to pick it up when you spotted a letter on it.

“Sarah,” you read out loud, having picked up the note. “Will you go to homecoming with me?”

Peter and Ned’s heads both shot up from their work to look at you.

“Chris Bongiorno,” you finished.

Your eyes met your friends. You looked over to Chris and said sorry, he nodded before you could even finish asking you to save him a dance. The same lie every boy before him came to accept, you might’ve been on a mission. It was stupid, you should’ve just accepted someone asking you since there was no point in waiting anymore. But you also rather go in a group with Ned and MJ instead of someone you barely knew— besides most of them were probably in it for the clout, whoever was the date to America’s Darling would definitely be all over the headlines.

You weren’t expecting Steve outside of Peter’s apartment instead of Happy. You threw your backpack in the back and climbed into the passenger’s seat. The atmosphere in the car was nothing but awkward.

“Did you guys have dessert?”

“No, just dinner.”

“Let’s go out for some, just you and me. What do you want?”

“Cheesecake?”

Steve nodded and started the car. Despite being New York for a while now, you had yet to go to Brooklyn. Steve stopped at the little bakery and asked for a giant slice of cheesecake. You watched from the car window as he ordered, the paper bag that he took out of the car for some reason swinging stiffly at his side. He stepped out of the bakery and nodded his head for you to exit the car. Locking the door, Steve began to walk until you reached an old apartment complex.

“Bought the place back from the Historical Society a year ago. This is where Buck and I used to live, it’s a lot prettier now.”

Steve unlocked the door and you both walked through. He opened the window so you both could get onto the fire escape to sit. Steve opened the box of cheesecake and handed you the other fork. You both ate a few bites in silence.

“Sarah, you understand why I made the decision.”

You nodded.

“I know it feels like the end of the world but I promise you it’s not. This isn’t permanent but it’s necessary.”

“I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you or anyone else on the team. And I’m sorry for giving attitude.”

“A little attitude was expected, you’re a teenager. I think we both forget that sometimes and maybe right now you should be a normal child and I should be just your dad. Not your captain. Just for a little bit, Babydoll.”

You nodded in understanding as you ate the cheesecake off your fork. Steve smiled, the head bobbing was larger than before indicating you weren’t as upset as before.

“I got asked to the homecoming dance,” you offered up information about your day as an olive branch of sorts— to show Steve you could accept him being only your dad for a little while.

“Really? That’s great… you don’t seem too excited.”

“It’s about the twelfth boy not that special.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

“Because I may or may not have been lying and saying we had a mission the day of homecoming and I don’t know if I’ll even make it in order to reject them.”

“You told this lie to eleven other boys before this one and he still asked?”

“They keep thinking that if the mission gets cancelled and they ask at the right time, I can say yes.”

“I might be a long time removed from school dances but isn’t this the exact problem girls want? All the guys asking you.”

“But they’re not the boy I wanted to ask me.”

“You want a specific boy to ask you?”

“I’m not talking boys with my dad, anymore.”

Steve grabbed the box of cheesecake, keeping it out of your reach. You struggled to grab it and failed. Sitting back down, you gave Steve a side-eye and sighed. Steve watched you pick at your fingers. Your phone rang and you picked it up, relieved you suddenly had a way out.

“Sarah.”

“Hey, Peter Parker.”

“Put me on speaker and check the time.”

You did as he said. “I’m staring at 11:59.”

“It’s 11:59 and 49 seconds, 50, 51—” the call turned into a FaceTime and you accepted.

“What are you doing?”

He held up five fingers and started to put them down. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Thank you!”

“First one. Okay, I’m going to bed. I’ve got a math test first period. Oh wait, I learned this.”

The phone jostled around as Peter set it up against his wall so you could see him full body and he had both his hands free.

Who is Sarah Wilson-Rogers? A girl that’s really cool, really nice, wicked smart. Best Avenger. Peter Parker’s best friend. And I hope you have the best birthday with only happiness and smiles. You’re my favorite person ever.

“Did I get it all right?” Peter asked.

You laughed and nodded.

Yes. Thank you.

“I have something to teach you.”

You leaned the phone against Steve’s leg. He watched as you seemed super excited and he realized he had been demoted from dad to simply a phone stand for the next couple of minutes.

“My best friend is Peter Parker. He’s a dork but he’s my favorite person…” you looked up at Steve. “My second favorite person. P-E-T-E-R. Peter.”

It was the sign favorite followed by a ‘P’ for Peter. He was one of the few people to get a name sign from you— not even the whole team got one, depending on if you signed with them or not.

“That’s yours now, I’ve dubbed thee Peter Parker with that name sign.”

“I’ll treasure it forever.”

“Dork. This is why I said you’re a dork.”

“Your dork, okay, goodnight. I really should sleep before that test.”

“Goodnight.”

The phone cut off and you remembered Steve was there.

“Can’t believe the kid beat me to my own daughter’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Babydoll.”

He pulled the wrapped present from the bag and handed it to you. Steve had been working on the custom piece for a minute. You unwrapped it to see a Build-A-Bear bunny with a necklace around it. It was a gold necklace with your name on it.

“That’s not it, press the left hand.”

You pressed it and the little recording started to play with Steve’s voice.

“Hi Babydoll, it’s Dheaidí. I’m so proud of what you’ve become and how far you’ve gone. I know life hasn’t been the most fair to you but not once have you let it get you down or given up on your life. You’re my best girl and I love you, okay? One of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

You pressed it one more time to listen to the message.

“We found some recovered files from the base you and Bucky were at, some with… press the right one,” Steve instructed.

“Hi, Babydoll. It’s mom. Oh, I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this. They might delete this once they’ve found out I recorded it but if you do, know that I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of what I know you’re going to become and how far you’ll go. We don’t have an ideal life but you can’t give up. You find your way out and fight. I love you, and I’ll love you forever.”

You looked at Steve and then back at the stuffed animal. You pressed the right paw two more times, just listening. Steve wiped the tears at your eyes. He gently took the bunny to show you one more thing. He had them place two more recordings in the torso of the bunny.

“We also found vital recordings… I know heartbeats help you fall asleep. These recordings are on a loop and won’t stop until you press them again. Right side is Elise’s, left side is mine.”

Steve pressed one and then the other. The heartbeats differed in pace, Steve’s being slightly faster. You pressed each button to listen to them individually. You launched yourself at your dad for a hug. Steve patted your back.

“Thank you, Dheaidí. For real.”

“Anything for you. I should get you back before it gets any later on a school night.”

You two split the last bite of cheesecake and then headed back to the car. Steve glanced over ever so often during the car ride to see you staring at the stuffed animal before pressing either his or your mother’s message. He didn’t wake you as you pulled into the compound. Steve swung your backpack over his shoulder and lifted you out of the car, hearing the heartbeat of both his and Elise’s recordings playing. He looked at your pillow, spotting the shine of satin, and set you down.

You still didn’t stir, only snuggling more into the stuffed animal so Steve grabbed the large duvet at the end of your bed and placed it over you. Plugging your phone in, he set the alarm for slightly earlier than your usual wake-up time knowing you’d kill him if you didn’t wake up early enough to shower and fix your hair. Steve muttered a goodnight to you, kissing the top of your forehead, before leaving your room and turning off the lights.

(Part 25)...

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