If there was one thing Steve was sure of, it was that he was a virgin; and would remain so until he found the suitable person. But, as his dear Peggy Carter had died of old age a few years back, the chances were looking incredibly slim of ever finding anyone with even a remote chance.
So, as he walked down the street, he politely smiled at the hooker standing on the corner with the 9 inch pink heels and the messy bleach blonde highlights, and continued walking onward. He felt something for the woman. It was almost pity, but also remorse. He shook his head as he continued to walk.
He'd heard rumours of course. Ever since his return to civilisation after pretending to be an Ice Pop for 70 years, all sorts of women had come to him, suggesting he was the father of their children. Which was absurd. He'd been out of the ice exactly 10 months ago, and while he knew babies only took 9 months on average to formulate, somebody suggesting that their child, was also his child, was believable. However, he knew he still held his virginity close to him. He wasn't a tart with 134 kids, as Tony had kindly asked Jarvis to find out how many people were claiming he was the father of their child.
His virginity was his, and he was determined to still hang onto it. He knew. He had no connections, no wife, no offspring. He was determined that his genetic line had ended with him. That no one else possessed his DNA, or anything else about him. He knew no one else had his genes.
So why, was he walking towards the DNA Lab of Stark Industries, expecting a meeting with Nick Fury, about his supposed son?
And why, was Fury phoning him up, and telling him to hurry up? Because he apparently "Had to see this."
And what, was Fury doing at Stark Industries anyway? Unless Tony or Pepper had invited him in? And the fact that Tony was involved, no matter how small, caused Steve to worry even more.
Heyya! I hoped you liked this. What do you think? Carry on? Ditch it and pretend I never wrote it? Let me know what you think :)
Also, chapters will get longer, obviously.
