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Chapter 3: Surprise

"You will?" Tony asked with shock.

I nodded vigorously. He smiled as wide as he could and put the ring on my finger. He then wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me out of pure excitement. I hugged him back and pulled him up for a kiss. I can't believe it, he finally did it. I pulled away from the kiss and hugged him again. You couldn't imagine the happiness and joy that was bubbling in my stomach, but also the nerve racking question; am I good enough to be this man's husband? He pulled away from my hug and smiled even brighter.

"Now let's get to the fun part, how about some champagne," Tony asked in his cocky way.

"Sure, it is a special occasion anyways." I replied, knowing that Tony shouldn't have too much.

I've been trying to wean him off the stuff, he is too addicted to alcohol and I don't want to see him die an early death. But like I said the man is too addicted to the stuff. He was walking over to the champagne cabinet when I heard the phone go off.

"Sir, it's you're….. "Special caller." Jarvis told Tony.

I looked over at Tony and he looked at me and smiled.

"Sorry, I'm arranging a surprise but apparently Jarvis isn't keeping it that well of a surprise, let me go answer it." Tony replied with his usual cocky self.

He walked out of the room and I decided to surprise him, I looked around for the champagne bottles. I checked everywhere he might keep or hide the bottles. I checked the cabinet special for champagne, there was nothing in there. I checked the fridge next, zip. I checked the lab, the work fridge, his safe, under our bed, the bathroom, under his separate bed, and in all the guest rooms. There was not a single bottle of alcohol in this whole house. This was unbelievable, Tony's going to freak when he finds out. I walked over to the living room where he was talking on the phone with the special caller. But when I came in the room he was yelling into the phone.

"STOP CALLING THIS HOUSE."

He paused for the other caller to talk.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE REASON IS JUST STOP!"

The caller tried to talk again but Tony cut them off.

"I DON'T CARE DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS PRANK OF YOURS WOULD DO TO STEVE, IT WOULD DESTROY HIM, AND SO IF YOU CALL THIS HOUSE ONE MORE TIME I WILL DEAL WITH YOU PERSONALLY."

I saw him angrily hang up the phone and throw it across the room. I hadn't seen him this mad in a long time. What was he talking about, prank? How would it destroy me? What is this prank? I heard him start walking back my way. I ran back to the kitchen and made myself look busy trying to find something. He walked in with a smile on his face.

"Sorry for the yelling but they messed up my order, I just wanted to let them know who they were dealing with." He replied.

I nodded still looking busy. Why was he lying to me, if he is able to make this kind of commitment then he is able to tell me the truth.

"Yeah, well I hope they know exactly who they're dealing with." I replied with a fake laugh.

Tony laughed with me and then walked over towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"So where is that champagne?" he whispered in my ear.

I laughed again; I knew he would get to that eventually.

"I hate to say this but the famous genus, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist doesn't have a single bottle of alcohol," I teased.

His face went into pure shock.

"We don't, see Steve look what you have turned me into?" he feigned despair.

"Ha, a good person, a healthier person, and my lover." I listed.

He purred at that word.

"Well, how about I go to the store and pick up some more champagne and we will continue this celebration when I get back." He bartered.

I pretended to think about it.

"Hmm, I think that's a good idea."

He smiled even brighter and kissed me before he headed to the elevator to go to the store. As soon as he went down I ran over to the phone, who was this mysterious caller? I reached the phone and picked it up. The technology today still confuses me but Tony has taught me a little bit about it. I could handle finding his previous callers.

"Mr. Rogers I wouldn't do that if I were you?" Jarvis pleaded.

"And why not," I asked.

"Because Tony has strictly forbid you from seeing the number, it's for your own good."

I frowned, what was so important about this number and this caller. Before I could think on it any longer I heard the elevator doorbell ring. I walked over to the door and opened it. There stood a girl about eighteen, with her blonde hair up in a bun, and with piercing hazel eyes. Strangely those eyes reminded me of Peggy Carters sharp piercing eyes. That brought back good and bad memories. But setting that aside the girl smiled at me and looked very excited.

She must be a fan; we get a lot of fan girls and guys that sometimes come to the building for autographs.

"Hello, what's your name?" I asked.

"Oh, it's Em… I mean Chris Rogers."

"Ha ha, that's cool I always wanted a son named Chris." I told her trying to make conversation.

She started to mumble something under her breath but she still kept that solider look and stood tall. We stood there for a moment. I cleared my throat and said:

"So did you come up here for something?"

She shook herself back into reality and nodded.

"Oh yes I need to talk to you Mr. Rogers, you may want to sit down."

I invited Chris inside and we sat down in the living room.

"So what do you have to tell me?"

I stood in front of the ugliest building in New York. I never thought I would be here but Tony Stark will not let me talk to my father. So I guess if I can't talk to him on the phone I should go see him in person. But I first had to make sure Tony was gone first. If he saw me at his front door he would personally kick me out. I waited in the parking lot and just my luck ten minutes after I called his cell phone Tony was storming out of the building, this must be my lucky day. I walked into the building and headed to the front desk. Sitting there was a man in his late twenties early thirties maybe.

"Hello, my name is Christine Rogers I made an appointment to see Captain America."

He looked up and smiled.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you my name is Bruce Banner, I'm not usually at the desk but the usual receptionist got sick so I'm filling in." the man said.

I held out my hand and he took it and shook it.

"Nice to meet you sir, so can I just go up or do I need sign papers Mr. Banner?"

"Nope just go right up ahead it's the top level, have a nice day."

I smiled as I got to the elevator.

"You too."

The doors of the elevator closed. Few, now the hard part, I started to pace in the elevator. To tell the truth I didn't think I would make it this far. Now what am I going to say to him, Hello Mr. Captain America I'm your daughter. Yeah, that's not the best way to give the news to someone. Mr. Captain America with today's technology we have been able to do so much like time travel well….. No that's too long of an explanation. I could start out with mom but she wouldn't want that. She told me not to start out with her. That was a specific request from Ms. Peggy Carter herself. Before I could think on it anymore I noticed that I was almost to the top.

I straightened up and stood at attention. Even though this is supposed to casual I am technically meeting one of the greatest soldiers in the world. He was the first super soldier and I had to make a good impression. When I got to the top I waited a moment and then realized I had to ring the bell. A minute later someone opened the door and there stood my father. Now I could see the resembalance between us except for the eyes I had more of my mother's eyes. He stood there looking me over awe well, like any good soldier.

"Hello, what's your name?" he asked.

"Oh, it's Em… I mean Chris Rogers."

"Ha ha, that's cool I always wanted a son named Chris."

"Well, mom did mention something like that." I muttered.

He looked at me strange, crap I slipped up no mumbling in front of your commanding officer.

"So did you come up here for something?"

I shook myself out of thought, I need to focus.

"Oh yes I need to talk to you Mr. Rogers, you may want to sit down."

He invited me inside of his home and I was led to the living room. He motioned to a chair and I sat down.

"So what do you have to tell me?"

"Well, sir this is some hard news to hear, I mean I was very shocked when I found this information so I don't know how you're going to react to this and I hope it will be good and not bad because I have been wanting to meet you for two months and it would mean a lot if you didn't react badly to this but….."

"Spit it out soldier," he said laughing a little.

"Well, sir what I'm trying to say is well… I'm your daughter." I sputtered out.

His smile became a frown.

"Don't joke with me soldier; why did you seriously come here?" he asked.

I looked down at the ground and he knew I was trying to keep it together.

"Sir, I don't joke about something this important."

He stared at me. He then went into full panic mode and stood up. He started pacing the floor point every few words.

"This can't be true, I've been trapped in ice since World War Two, and you would be an old woman by now because the only woman I ever did it with was….." he stuttered.

"With Agent Peggy Carter I know, I know and it's a really long story but for now I have a folder of DNA scans from S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters. Please just look at them."

I pulled a folder of papers out of my army green messenger bag and handed them to him. He looked over them and I could tell he was looking over the charts, the DNA cells, my blood type, and even a little box that even talked about the Super Soldier Serum that was in my body.

"Wow, five times."

"If you include the miniature one that hit me a minute after the first five it was six."

He sighed and I knew he couldn't deny the facts.

"Sir if you want Tony can run DNA tests in his lab if….."

"Just how long have you known," he asked cutting me off.

"A little over two month's sir," I responded.

He looked at me with a puzzled look.

"Two months, if you had known that long why you did wait till now to get in touch with me?"

"I tried but Stark wouldn't let me talk to you." I explained.

Just as I said that Tony Stark walked in carrying a bottle of champagne and a little bit of vodka.

"Okay Steve I got the…. Oh dear lord, this cannot be good." Was all that came out of the great Tony Starks mouth?

Well, that's the end to chapter 3 I hope you like it and please write a review I will not post the next chapter until I get three reviews or PM's. SO please respond, thanks. :)