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…Chapter Nine…
Steve woke up the next morning to the smell of food, so he got up to investigate. After putting on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, he walked down to the dining area and heard some noises coming from the kitchen. Once Steve went through the double doors, he stopped in his tracks and kept quiet.
Over by the stove, was Samantha dancing around and listening to music with ear buds in her ears, wearing a black tank top and shorts, cooking bacon. He just stood there watching her look adorable and he couldn't help but to smile.
Suddenly, Samantha turned her head and saw Steve staring at her, so she stopped. "Oh, shit." she removed the ear buds. "I'm sorry."
"For what? Cooking?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Steve got closer and leaned against the counter. "I smelled the bacon. That's what woke me up."
"Yeah, I got hungry, so I figured I'd cook some breakfast for whoever wants some."
"Wow." Steve smiled.
Samantha raised her eyebrow. "What?"
"It's just you… you seemed like you were upset and down yesterday, and today, you're smiling and dancing around."
"Yeah, well." she put the finished bacon off to the side and turned off the burner. "I thought all night about some things, but now, I'm totally over it and I'm moving on, because there's nothing I can do to change it, so I figure I just let it go."
"Change what?" Steve saw the look on her face, then grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him, but she wouldn't look at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Steve…"
"Whatever it is, I'll help you anyway I can." she looked up at him and a tear fell down her cheek. "You can tell me."
Samantha sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you can't tell anyone, especially my sister or anyone from SHIELD." she shook her head. "Nobody can know, well, Darcy knows, but that's it."
"Sammy, I promise I won't say anything. You got my word."
"Okay." she took a few deep breaths and wrapped her arms around her middle. "I took a few tests and I'm pregnant… and I'm pretty sure Loki is the father."
"Loki's? Really?" he stared at her a little disappointed, which she ignored, but nodded anyway, then Steve sighed. "Oh, Sammy."
"And I don't." she slightly shook her head. "I don't know what to do."
"Come here." he gave her a hug, then she rested her head on his chest. "I'll help you figure it out, okay?" she nodded, as he rubbed her back. "It'll be alright."
"Ooh, something smells good!" both of them heard Tony's voice, then broke apart from the hug before he poked his head into the kitchen. "What's going on in here?" he saw Samantha at the stove and Steve just hopped up to sit on the counter. "Huh? Huh?"
"Just cooking breakfast, Tony." Samantha smiled at him. "You want some?"
"Yeah, sure." he narrowed his eyes at Steve. "Is that all… that's going on here?"
"Yep." Steve snatched a piece of bacon off the plate and took a bite. "Just breakfast."
Samantha pointed a pair of tongs at Tony. "It'll be ready in, like, ten minutes, so… let everyone know, please."
"Alright." he nodded, before he walked out.
Steve hopped off the counter and made sure Tony was gone. "That was close." then he went up to Samantha and leaned in to whisper. "If you need me for anything, I'm here."
"Thank you." she gave him a weak smile. "I mean, you don't have to."
"I know, but I want to." he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Everything will be okay."
Samantha slowly nodded, then Steve walked out of the kitchen. "Holy shit." she muttered. "What the hell am I doing?" she shook her head, then started cooking the eggs. "I really need to talk to Loki." she thought. "Before they kill him. Maybe he won't try and destroy the world if I tell him that he could possibly be having a child."
...
Later on that night, with a little more pushing from Thor, Jane finally got the nerve to talk to her sister. She went over to her room and knocked on the door. "Come in." she heard.
Jane took a deep breath, before walking in. "Hey, Sam."
"Well." Samantha shut her laptop. "I didn't expect you to come in here, ever."
"I know… I just wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Well, thanks for breakfast this morning."
Samantha scoffed. "That's what you came in here to talk to me about?" she crossed her arms. "Was breakfast?"
"No, not just that." Jane sat down on the bed. "I wanted to tell you that I was sorry… for the way I've been towards you and I should have told you about Thor."
Samantha nodded. "And I should have told you about Loki, but he didn't want me to."
"Well, we're both sorry about things, and for what it's worth, I'm really glad that you're here and you're safe."
"Well, honestly, Jane… I know that Loki wouldn't hurt me."
"Maybe not, but what about his army he created? They could hurt you."
"Possibly." Samantha shrugged. "But I highly doubt he'd let them or allow it."
"How can you be so sure?" Jane asked, curiously.
"Trust me, it's the one thing I'm absolutely certain about… in this whole fucked up situation."
Jane stared at her, a few seconds before nodding. "Okay, Sam, I believe you." she gave her a hug. "I do love you… you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know." Samantha let go and smiled. "I love you too. Night, Jane."
"Good night, Sam." Jane smiled at her, then walked out of the room.
"That was interesting." Samantha chuckled, as she put her laptop away. She turned off the light and crawled into bed, then closed her eyes.
"Sammy!"
She heard fifteen minutes later, literally on the verge of sleep. "What?" she groaned, then when the lights flicked on, she rolled over, covering her eyes. "Really, Steve?"
"Yeah, really." he shut the door and sat down next to her.
The smell of something seeped into Samantha nose and she snapped her head up. "Ooh, what's that?"
Steve laughed out loud. "I knew this would get you up. You want some?"
Samantha sat up and saw a chocolaty brownie with vanilla ice cream on the top with Hershey's syrup dripping down the sides. Her mouth watered as she nodded. "Yes, please."
"Good thing, I have two spoons." he pulled another one out from behind him and handed it to her.
"Thank you." she said, before she dove right in.
"You're very welcome." he stared at her while he watched her eat. Smiling at the way she was stuffing her face. It was adorable to him, then he remembered the real reason he went in there, and heavily sighed. "Can I, uh, talk to you about something?"
"Yeah, sure." she nodded. "What's up?"
Steve took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"What happened earlier?" she asked, confused.
"After you told me that Loki was or could be the father of your baby, I kind of freaked out, and I was avoiding you."
"Oh." she slightly shook her head. "I didn't even notice."
"Well, I'm sorry anyway." he put his spoon in the bowl. "I said that if you needed me then I'd be there, so." he paused, looking into her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I hope not." Samantha smiled, then she swiped some chocolate from the bottom of the bowl, and smeared it on Steve cheek. "And you're forgiven." she laughed, making him laugh.
"Gee, thanks, Sammy." he was still laughing a little bit and wiped it with his hand, then stood up. "It's been a long day with all the training, so I'm going to sleep."
"Awe, you're no fun." she pouted.
"We'll have some fun next time." Steve took the bowl and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "Good night, Sammy."
"Good night."
"You want the light off?"
"Yeah." she nodded, laying back down. "Hey, Steve?"
"Yes?" he turned around to face her.
"Thank you for the delicious ice cream."
"No problem." he smiled. "Night." then he shut off the light, and shut the door behind him.
"That was interesting as well." Samantha chuckled, getting comfortable, then she closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.