Been a long time since I have posted anything so I feel this is gonna be horrible. This chapter (and the whole story) might be kind of slow for awhile. Please review if you want more! I will post another chapter or two anyways just to kick it off though. Peace out! Enjoy!
It was three years after Ultron had attacked the Avenger's and their lives seemed to be going pretty well. None of them were faced with any huge missions over the time and grew together as a family. Tony and Pepper and discovered they were expecting a baby and had decided to tie the knot before the baby arrived. Since Thor was now the ruler of Asgard him and Jane only visited a few times a year. Barton also only visited every once in awhile due to wanting to be with his family. The other three Avengers, Steve, Natasha, and Bruce, lived in the Stark tower in New York with the Stark family since they didn't have any other family.
It was a midsummer morning and everyone was in the family kitchen going about his or her own business until Pepper looked at her watch and spoke to Tony.
"Tony, the nanny for Adam should be arriving soon," Pepper said.
The strawberry blonde had a giggling baby boy of about 18 months balanced on her hip as she ate her breakfast at the counter. The baby tugged at his mother's hair trying to reclaim her full attention.
Tony peered over the top of his newspaper with a skeptical look on his face. "The nanny? Since when are we getting a nanny?"
Pepper turned slowly to stare at her husband in astonishment. "The one that we talked about all this last month and that you agreed to. I had told you we needed a nanny so we could focus on work." Tony opened his mouth to butt in but Pepper cut him off. "Tony, Bruce and Steve can't keep watching the baby 24/7. They need to get back to their own lives and save the world too. You're not the only one with a life or the only hero."
"It's not like Capsicle has much of a life anyways. He just sits on his floor eating ice cream and watching chic flicks all by his lonely self." Tony made a mock crying face.
Steve's face puckered up as he looked at Tony. "I do not. Pepper on the other hand does and you find nothing wrong with that." Pepper shrugged her shoulders in agreement. "I also don't want a committed relationship yet…" he trailed off.
Tony set his paper down, tucked his hands under his chin, and batted his eyelashes. "Is the great Captain America, one of the most eligible man of two centuries, scared no one is gonna wanna date an old man?"
"No. I jut don't want to risk someone getting hurt because they are dating a super hero. Look at everything Pepper has gone through because of you. I already lost somebody and I'm not ready for that to happen again." Steve slouched a little in his seat and crossed his arms.
"You're just a wussy and scared your ass is gonna get dumped. Plus live a little! Bang a chick for a night and kick her out!" Tony winked and laughed at the uncomfortable look on Steve's face.
Pepper walked over to Tony and smacked up the backside of his head. "Can you two please just knock it off? I'm tired of hearing you two arguing about stupid things, and so is everyone else." The rest of the team nodded in agreement.
"Mrs. Stark," Jarvis spoke out, "the nanny is down on the main floor. Should I send her up?"
"No, tell her Tony and I will be down in a minute." Pepper shifted the baby on her hip and shot a very pointed look at her husband. "The nanny is here. Let Steve finish his breakfast and let's go."
Tony adopted the look of a kicked puppy and slowly shuffled behind Pepper to the elevator to meet the new nanny.
After meeting the nanny the couple showed her to the floor she would be staying on so she could unpack. The nanny was half way through unloading her clothes when she heard a knock on her quarter's door. Upon opening the door she was greeted by a tall broad shouldered blonde.
The male looked at her with eyes wide and surprise. What he saw was definitely not what he imagined the nanny to look like. Taking his time he studied the women. She was just above average height, thin, muscular. Her skin was a soft creamy tan and she had long brown curly hair with a stripe of red. She wore a black beanie, white fitting t-shirt, red flannel tied around her waist, dark black jeans, and combat boots. Her nose was also pierced along with a few spots on her ears. Her makeup consisted of greys and whites that made her cat like olive colored eyes standout.
"You're the nanny," the blonde stated in disbelief.
The women cocked her head to the side and gave a lopsided smile. "Yes, Catalina. And you are…?" Her voice had an Italian accent. She flipped her hair over her shoulder put a hand on her hip as she leaned on the door jam.
"I'm Steve. Steve Rogers. Or Captain America." Steve blinked before taking a small step back. "I'm sorry if that came out rude. I just didn't think the nanny would look so…"
"Irresponsible," she replied back very straight forward.
"No, well, yes." Steve rubbed his neck and looked down.
"Nice to know Mr. Red, White, and Blue has an opinion on me already." She crossed her arms and gave a know it all smirk. "I get it all the time."
"I didn't say you were irresponsible! You just don't look like how I imagined." Steve's face started to turn a little red from embarrassing himself.
The nanny rolled her eyes. "Well if you were expecting a slim women in a matron's dress who would just jump into your arms you're wrong. Get use to it. It's not the 20th century anymore."
Steve flinched a little when he realized that he had somehow offended the newcomer and tried to change the conversation. "I'm very sorry if I offended you in any way. Anyhow, It's nice to meet you. Would you like any help unloading or moving anything?" Steve made a move to step into the room but was stopped when he felt her small and strong hand on his chest.
Catalina placed her other hand on her door. "Yeah, no. I'm not stupid Mr. Rogers. I'm not letting any men just waltz in here at will. Goodnight!" Catalina gave Steve a push and slammed the door.
Steve glared at the door and then walked towards his headquarters. "Doesn't seem much like nanny material."
Later that night Steve had wondered down to the kitchen for a late night snack and slowed down once he saw Catalina bending over to get something out of the fridge. Steve eyed the fruit bowl on the counter and cursed inwardly at how far away it was. Then he realized he would have to squeeze past Catalina and cursed more. To be honest for some reason he felt intimidated by Catalina but couldn't figure out why.
Tiptoeing Steve tried to make it across but was stopped when Catalina stood up, closed the fridge door, and looked right at him with a slightly judgmental face.
"You really think I couldn't hear you? And for god's sake, just say excuse me if you want by." Catalina leaned against the counter and open up her container of leftovers. Popping her food into the microwave she hopped up onto the counter and played with the fork in her mouth.
Steve grabbed an apple and leaned against the counter; taking a bite of his apple.
"So…" Steve drawled out slowly.
Catalina sighed. Of course he would want to talk and get to know her.
"Are you personally from Italy or do you have family from Italy?" He looked at her and saw the scowl on her face. "I'm just wondering cause of, you know, your accent."
Catalina pulled her food out of the microwave and stirred it while she spoke. "I am from Italy. Born and raised. It was only four years ago that I have moved here."
Steve took a bite of his apple while he thought of another question. He wanted to get to know her and try to break this barrier of awkwardness between them.
"Do you have any family in America?"
Freezing Catalina rested her fork in the container of food. "No. I don't." Her response was sharp and curt.
Steve tilted his head to the side a little and studied her face. She looked sad and lost in thought. As a natural comforting habit of his, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, which she promptly swatted away. "Goodnight." She spat as she all but marched out of the room with her food. Steve just stood there looking after her stupidly wondering what he could possibly do to make friends with the new nanny.
