Disclaimer: Captain America does not belong to me and it probably never will. :(
Modern Day AU {Steggy}
Steve woke up and headed down the stairs of his Brooklyn home. His beautiful wife was still asleep after caring for their playful four-year-old. Steve began to make his family breakfast- pancakes and bacon. Quite a lot of bacon for Peggy. As he finished plating the food, he heard the unmistakeable sound of the mailbox being opened.
"No, no, no," mumbled Steve as he darted into the living room to try and muffle the sounds of his wife's pomeranian.
But he was too late and soon the sound of loud, obnoxious barking overtook the house. Steve flinched and tried to capture the puppy, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon. He heard the sound of his four-year-old son, James. Steve swiftly moved up the stairs and caught his sleepy child before James fell down the stairs. The two watched as the master bedroom's door opened and Peggy appeared looking disgruntled.
"Has Kandis woken up?" Peggy's voice was soft as Steve gave her a silent apology about the noise with his eyes.
"No. Not yet."
Peggy nodded and headed into the nursery, where their six-month-old daughter was. Steve turned and made his way downstairs. He set James in his chair and handed him a plate while he went outside to retrieve the mail. As he shuffled through the mail, Steve caught a glimpse at an odd-looking piece of stationery. Written across the front was "For Steve Rogers". He knew what this piece of mail was. And, in his opinion, it wasn't good for him. Peggy appeared in the doorway holding, Kandis.
"What's that, Steve?" Peggy asked glancing at the stationery in his hand.
"It's nothing, Peg." Steve tossed it in the recycle with the rest of the junk mail. "Sorry, Shani woke you up. She heard the mailman."
She nodded and smiled before placing a squirming Kandis into the high-chair. "It's quite alright, darling."
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That evening, Steve sat in his bed reading a book. He glanced up when he heard the bathroom door open. Peggy walked out in one of his oversized tee shirts and pulled her hair into a bun.
"Steve."
"Yes?"
"Earlier this morning, that piece of stationery you recycled? I dug it out and you have a high school reunion coming up. Why don't you want to go, darling?" Peggy inquired.
"We'd have to leave the kids with Nat and Clint. I know that I trust them, but I'd rather stay home with our kids than go to a place where people will be like 'Oh, my, Steve! You've grown so much!' It's embarassing." Steve looked at his wife apologetically.
"Honey, you have nothing to worry about. You're the most handsome man ever and you can get through being in a room for two hours with people from high school. Hell, you've been trapped in a room with a group of rowdy assassins and you're still alive. You can do this, darling. And I'll go with you." Peggy gave him a soft smile.
"I guess we could go," mumbled Steve.
A grin crossed Peggy's face. "I can't wait to meet your old friends, Steve."
"I can."