Disclaimer: I don't own Captain America and co, they belong to Marvel. I own my OCs.

Steve was training at SHIELD with Nat. Normally, he's on his toes but ever since Jackie confided in him, he can't take his mind off of her. She has this thing inside of her that makes Steve's heart skip a few beats. Unfortunately it's not the best time to think about her since he's in the middle of training and Nat is noticing this. Nat takes him down by throwing him over her shoulder. He lands with a loud thud.

"Ow" he groans.

"Shut up Rogers. That didn't hurt" Nat states.

"No but it did hurt my ego" he chuckles.

"Get up" she holds out a hand.

Steve grabs it. Nat hauls him up. The two silently decided to end training for the day. Since they have no mission, they've got a free day which means Steve gets to spend the rest of the day with Jackie. Nat notes the faint smile on his face. What's he so happy about? They went to the locker rooms to change and to take a quick shower.

Steve's used to having Nat around in the locker rooms. He's become immune to her ways. Nat doesn't seem to care either way but what she does care about is Steve's strange behavior these past few weeks. After they finished changing, they head out to the coffee shop inside the Triskelion. Once Nat got her coffee and Steve his hot chocolate, the couple decide to sit down away from everyone.

"So, who is she? Or is it a he?" she raises a brow.

"Very funny Romanoff."

"Seriously though. Who is it?"

Steve takes a long sip of his hot chocolate "Someone who lives down the hall from me."

"Does this person got a name?"

He raises a brow "Why would I tell you if you already know who it is?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Nat drinks her coffee.

"Romanoff."

*sighs* "Fine. I did a deep background check on her. Much to my disliking, she's clean. Did you know she has a son?"

"Yes and his name is Arthur."

"Camelot huh?"

"She's always loved the name."

"I bet that's not the only thing she loves" Nat casually says while drinking her coffee.

Steve chokes on his drink when Nat made that comment. He stares at her incredulously. Of course she would say something like that. They stay silent for a while until Nat picks up the conversation again.

"How's the little monster?"

He chuckles "Arthur's not a monster. He's actually a quiet child."

"Those are the ones you gotta keep an eye on. It's always the quiet one's."

"Seriously? Romanoff, he's a 5 month old baby."

She shrugs "I'm just saying."

His blue eyes grow dark "You don't know him and you don't know her. So don't act like you know them."

He stands up and leaves. Nat only sighs and continues to drink her coffee. I might've been a bit rash. He'll thank me later for it. Her eyes spot the familiar newspaper, with the amazing comic strip, on another table. She snatches it before anyone else could. The female assassin skips all of the 'uninteresting' stories and goes straight to the comic strip. "The Silly Adventures of Arty and Benny" by Merlin.

"Let's see what Merlin wrote today" Nat mutters to herself.

Steve takes his usual route to the apartment. He makes his way up to the floor. Before today, Steve had bought something for Arthur to play with when he gets a little bigger. The super soldier wants to surprise the mother. He enters his apartment.

His eyes roam the area since he had to hide it in case Jackie had to enter his apartment to grab extra paper or any other art supply he has. Steve quickly finds the wrapped gift when he hears a faint shatter of glass, the thud of a body and a cry thanks to his super hearing. Jackie! The super soldier runs out of his apartment and straight down the hall.

He knocks on the door "Jackie? Everything ok in there?"

No response.

"Jack?!"

Soon he hears Arthur's cries. That sends him into protective mode. The man kicks down the door to find a scene he never wants to witness again. There she was, only the floor not moving. Glass laid near her body. Poor Arthur was crying his eyes out in his bouncy. Steve's heart raced a million miles per second. He falls to her side and holds her close to him gently shaking her.

"Jackie? Jack, open your eyes doll. Open your eyes. Arty needs you."

The man quickly checks for any wounds that she may have sustained from the fall and from the glass. There are small cuts on her arms and cheek but no other visible injury. Please don't let her have a concussion. His lips ever so gently touches her forehead. It was hotter than it should be. Damn it, she's got a fever. A moans makes its presence known. Her eyes fluttered open. She gently and slowly raises her head. Her eyes forcing themselves to focus on her surroundings.

Thank god she's awake "Hey Jack" a small smile appears on his face.

"M-Mark? What are you doing here?"

So that's what his name is. Steve remained silent. Jackie continued.

"You dare show your face after all this time? Get out. I don't want to see your face ever again."

"Jack, it's me. It's Steve" he whispers.

"No, you're not. Steve's still at work. I don't know how you got my address but I'm calling the cops."

That's when Jackie forces herself to sit up. Steve still held onto her in fear of her falling again.

"Jack, please-"

"Don't you dare touch me. You'll never lay a finger on me again."

Steve was taken back by the comment. His grip slowly loosens. She manages to wiggle free from him. Jackie stands up too quickly. Her vision swims and tilts as if she's out on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Steve stands up too to ensure that Jackie wouldn't hurt herself. He eyes her. She breathes heavily as her lungs try to bring in oxygen into her body. Her eyes unfocused. The fever giving her delirium making her believe that Steve is her ex-boyfriend, Mark.

"Jack, what happened between you and Mark?"

"What do you mean? You should know. You were there you dimwit!"

Arthur cries louder. This brought Jackie's attention to him. She walks over to him with arms out.

"It's ok Arty. Mommy didn't mean to yell. Come here my little king."

Steve quickly intervenes. He stands in her way.

"Get away from me. I need to take care of my son."

"Jackie, listen to me. You're sick and if you get near Arty, he's going to get sick too."

"Leave me alone!"

Arthur cries even louder if that's even possible. Jackie tries to outmaneuver Steve. She utterly fails. It didn't take much to hold her back since she's sick but Steve couldn't hurt her. All he does is wrap his arms around her waist and holds on tight. Jackie struggles against him. Hell, she even starts to kick and punch wildly.

"I said let me go Mark!"

"Jack stop it. You're going to hurt yourself and Arty."

"Let me go" she yells.

Steve quickly releases her only to turn her around and hugs her so her arms are trapped. He rests his chin on top of her head as one of his hands slowly rubs her back up and down. The man then lowers his head and stays next to her ear.

A soft whisper escapes past his lips "Jacqueline. It's me Steve. Please doll, remember."

She stopped struggling. Her body cranes as far back as possible. Steve lifts his head and made sure that he's at the same eye level as Jackie. One hand cups her cheek while the other remained in its place in case she tries to run again. The former gently rubs her cheek. The latter keeps a firm but gently grip. (A/N: Yes, I know it's an oxymoron but deal with it). Slowly, her vision becomes clearer. She finally notices that the man in front of her wasn't her ex since he didn't have bleach blond hair and green eyes.

"Steve?"

He finally smiles "Hey, Jack."

"God, what happened?" she feels her forehead "Damn it" she mutters.

"Can you remember anything that's happened?"

"I placed Arty in his bouncy when I noticed I wasn't feeling like myself. I went to grab a cup of water but after that, I can't remember anything." Jackie looks up at Steve with worry in her eyes. "Did I do or say anything to either you or Arty? God, I won't forgive myself if I did anything to hurt him."

"We'll worry about that later. For now, you need to rest."

"But what about Arty?"

They turn their heads to find that he's not crying anymore. Tears still run down his chubby cheeks but he's not making a peep anymore.

Steve softly chuckles "I'll take care of him."

"Steve-"

"No" he cuts her off "You are going to lie down on your bed and rest. I'll make sure the apartment is cleaned up and Arty taken care of."

"Fine" she admits defeat.

"Come on. Let's get you into bed."

Jackie wanted to walk but Steve wasn't having it. He gently sweeps her off her feet and heads to her/Arthur's room. Thankfully, Jackie wasn't wearing her bra so when Steve lays her on the bed, it was comfortable. The super soldier grabs a blanket from her closet and places it over her.

"Steve, remember to-"

"I remember."

"And-"

"I got that too."

"Also-"

"Don't make the milk too hot or else it'll burn his mouth. Jackie, how many times have I helped you take care of Arty?"

"A lot."

"Which is just enough to know how to take care of him. Now, relax while I take care of everything."

"Ok" Jackie snuggles underneath the covers "Thank you."

Steve kisses her head "Any time" then leaves the room.

What Steve didn't notice was the small paperweight floating a few inches above the dresser.