Training Wheels - Extra
Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader
Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes.
Warnings: Language, Dark Themes, Age Gap, Angst, Kinda Fluff,
Word Count: >1K
A/n: I wrote this forever ago but never posted it so here’s a little extra piece for training wheels. The first parts can be found below. I’ve got two other things queued up to be posted that I might just fire off right away for shits and gigs but who knows!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
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The line rings for a moment before connecting, a heavy breath filling the silence before- “Hi, Bunny.”
Your insides melt, bottom lip wobbling as you look through the thick glass to those endless blue eyes that you’ve fallen in love with.
“Hi, Steve.”
He smiles softly, his eyes devouring your features.
You haven’t changed at all since he last saw you.
Well, you look more tired, and your face is the tiniest bit rounder, but other than that you’re the same. And just as beautiful as ever.
“How’re you doing, sweet girl?”
You swallow hard, fighting tears as you sigh.
“I’m okay. I... I miss you.”
He nods, knowing the feeling all too well.
“I miss you too, honey. But I’ll be out soon, okay?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip for a moment.
“My mom doesn’t want me to come visit you anymore, says you’re dangerous. I tried convincing her but she doesn’t wanna hear it. Your dad drove me here though, he said he’s glad you have me.” Your eyes stay trained on his, sadness filling them.
“I miss you,” you repeat, tears filling your eyes.
He sighs, placing his hand against the thick glass separating the two of you. You lift your own hand, squeezing your eyes shut and wishing you could feel his warmth.
“Hey, look at me, Bunny.”
It takes you a moment, but you do, your eyes meeting his.
“I’m gonna be out of here soon, pretty girl. Then we’ll be back together again. I’ll build us a nice house and your mom won’t have any say in it, okay?”
You nod, taking a deep breath.
“I-” A hand falls on your shoulder and you jump, turning to look at the person.
“Time to go, girly.”
You grind your teeth but nod at the security guard, turning back to look at Steve.
“I love you, Steve,” you whisper into the phone.
His eyes soften and he gives you a soft smile.
“I love you too, Bunny.”
You hang up, eyes lingering on his for a moment longer before you’re being ushered out of the building.
~*~
You shut the door to your apartment with a sigh.
It’s been a long day.
You peel off your shoes then head towards the couch, freezing in your tracks when you see a figure standing by the TV.
“Hey, Bunny.”
Your heart races in your chest, throat constricting and hand fluttering down to your stomach.
Steve.
He turns to you with a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I thought you weren’t getting out for another six months!” You exclaim softly.
“Got out early. Of course, I would’ve told you that, but you stopped coming to see me.” His eyes get dark, borderline hostile, and you swallow hard.
“I... Mom kicked me out when I tried to see you. When... when she found out. Bucky and Nat helped me find this place and I've been trying to save up money for when you got out.”
His brows pull together and he takes a step towards you slowly, not wanting to scare you after all this time.
“Honey, you didn’t need to stop coming when she kicked you out.”
You sniffle, a stray tear sliding down your face.
You did.
He couldn’t find out. Not while in prison. He would’ve fought tooth and nail to get out and that would’ve only kept him from you for longer.
“I... Steve I...”
His eyes devour your figure, zeroing in on where your hand is protectively on your belly.
“Bunny...” His eyes flash up to your face then back down to your bump.
You only nod.
“You... is that why you stopped coming? Why your mom really kicked you out?”
You nod again, sniffling and scrubbing a tear off of your cheek.
“I-I didn’t wanna tell you ‘till you got out. But...”
He’s got you in his arms in the next second, lips pressed against your forehead as he whispers soft little words of reassurance.
“It’s gonna be okay, Bunny, I promise. M’gonna take care of you and our little one in here.”
He pulls back a bit, eyes on your protruding belly.
“You look so pretty like this, Bunny. All nice and knocked up. Got my baby growing inside you. Can't wait for you to have my baby, Bunny. Then m’gonna fuck another one into you.”
You whine, tilting your head back to look up at him, and he finally, finally, closes the distance.
His lips find yours after seven months of no contact.
Seven long, torturous months.
But now you’re here in his arms and he’s here in yours.
He’s not letting you go. Not again.
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