Written for: brutus-87. January 24th, 2018 CaptainQuake, "You and I would have really attractive children."

"Steve, come quick!"

This was not Daisy's scared voice, but rather her 'barely containing laughter' voice. As such, Steve did not come quick. He was actually quite slow, having heard the first notes of that cursed twinkling jingle long before she called him.

"I've already seen it," he said, placing a pat of butter on top of his toast.

"Come on, it's cute!"

Despite his meandering, the commercial was still running when Steve entered the living room with their breakfast. On screen, a baby ran to the actor playing his mother. Her plastic smile paired well with the saccharine voice over. "New Huggies Captain America diapers. Three times more absorbent than the leading regular diaper. For the superhero in every baby!"

Daisy applauded as the commercial ended. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. She was worse than Bucky sometimes, and that's saying something.

"Why did I ever sign those fucking papers?" He couldn't even blame the cryogenesis for his lack of common sense. He'd signed the papers authorizing the use of his image back in 1944, back when he was young and naive and knew next to nothing about merchandising. Apparently seventy years wasn't long enough for the copyright to run out.

"Language," Daisy teased, earning a glare. "Come on, it's just the shield. It's not like they're putting your face on the diapers."

"Please don't put that thought in my head. I'm still trying to get over the people tattooing my face on their stomachs."

"Yeah, that was weird," Daisy agreed. She munched on a piece of toast, the couple falling into a comfortable silence as a trailer for the latest summer blockbuster played. After a minute, Daisy grabbed the remote and switched to a music channel.

"What are you doing," Steve asked as Daisy stood and moved her hips to the slow, sensual beats of a Marvin Gaye song.

"I was just thinking," she said, running her hands down her slender hips and smiling when Steve's eyes followed them, "it'd be nice to have some kids of our own, wouldn't it?"

She raised her arms, hiking up her already short nightgown to reveal creamy thighs and the barest hint of black panties.

"Uh…" Steve forced his mouth shut. "I mean, yes. I've thought about it…"

"You and I would have very attractive children." She gently pushed him down on the couch and straddled him, palming the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "Wanna work on that?"

She lowered her lips to brush over Steve's. That's what he assumed she was doing, but unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) for her, that was the moment his self-control shattered. He pulled her flush against him, sending them off the couch to the floor where he rolled on top of her.

"You," he said through fervent kisses, "are very bad for my health, but also very good for cheering me up."

"I do try," she gasped as he nipped at her neck.

He ripped her nightgown off, baring her breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he relished her throaty moans and the growing wetness he found between her legs as he dipped into his panties.

"No child of mine," he said before he lost his ability to think, "is ever wearing Captain America diapers."

Daisy nodded, pulling his face back to hers for another searing kiss. "Deal."