Steve Rogers the heir to the Rogers' fortune is turning four today, on July 4th 2003. To celebrate his birthday, the Romanovs, Ivan and little Natalia, are throwing a small party just for the family friends. Sam Wilson, Steve's friend since birth will be coming as well. Today will also be the day Ivan and Sarah introduce their children. The party's at the Rogers' beach house in California.
The slick black rental car pulls up to a stop in front of the two story blue beach house with white accents. A large military built man with graying hair steps out of the back, quickly followed by a small redheaded girl who'll be turning this upcoming November.
"Come Natalia, time to meet the Rogers." The man's voice is rough, with a slight Russian accent. The voice that follows, owned by the little girl, is small and has a slightly heavier accent than her father's.
"Da-" She stops when Ivan glances at her, under his gray mustache. Clearing her throat, she starts over. "Yes Father" Ivan grunts and nods and he readjusts his suit jacket. Just as the car's driver joins them with their suitcases, the front door opens.
"Hey Ivan! It's nice to see you, hope you two are hungry, lunch is almost done." Sarah Rogers, a small blonde woman, with blue eyes, says as she whips her hands on the white apron hanging from her neck. Ivan and Sarah meet in business school in London. Sarah actually introduced Ivan to his late wife. Ivan smiles as he waves to her.
"Good now that we're off the plain! Talia here absolutely wouldn't eat the food" Sarah smiles
"Can't say I blame her! Come inside you must have terrible jetleg." Sarah steps to the side, holding the screen door for them, Ivan picks up his suitcase and so does Natalia. As they head inside, immediately they hear little boys yelling and running around.
-"Come on Sam!"
Both-"For Himmel!"
The two little boys run into view, a dark skinned boy with little hair and warm eyes, and a pale blonde boy with blue eyes. Natalia whimpers and hides behind Ivan. Sarah beams at the two boys.
"Ivan this is my son Steve, and his friend Sam Wilson. Boys, this is Mr. Romanova and his daughter, Natalia." Sarah intrudes them. Steve moves a little closer, with gentle steps.
"Natalia? Hi I'm Steve, wanna play with us?" Steve speaks gently as he reaches out his hand. Sam, not-so-gentle Wilson. decides to push Steve forward while yelling: "Yeah! You can be Steve's Queen!"
Both kids blush, Ivan chuckles, and pushes Natalia towards the two boys while taking her suitcase. "Go ahead Talia dear." Natalia nods and takes Steve's hand, the boys lead her to the back yard. The back yard so happens to the beach. The two adults watch the three play in silence as they sip on their tea.
"You gotta kiss her man!" Sam, the noble knight, whins to Steve, the king. Steve blushes.
"No way! We just met!" Steve fires back from where he hovers over the "dead" Natalia, who's also blushing. Sam rolls his eyes and pushes the smaller boy, causing Steve and Natalia to bump heads rather them kiss. Steve and Natalia sit up rubbing their heads, both saying "ow". Just as Natalia gets up to push Sam into the water, the oven dings. Sarah gets up from the outdoor table and calls over to the children, with laughter in her voice.
"Alright kids, lunch is ready!" Sam, unaware of the danger he's in, is the first on up to the house. Steve and Natalia wipe themselves clean from the sand.
Sorry it's so short, and not really detailed, I'm a little busy with another fic I'm writing on wattpad. I'm gonna try to update every Friday or Saturday.