Steve G. Rogers

You and your best friend had been friends for six years, and although he was a sensitive man, there were things he didn't tell you to seem tougher and stronger for you, since he was a man in his 40s.

He dreamed of having children, it was what he wanted most but he almost never went on dates because he was too shy and excused himself with "I have a lot of work." One night they were at the Avengers tower with everyone already almost drunk and distracted by a funny and meaningless conversation that Clint was telling, Steve had drunk too much and now he was very syrupy, hugging your belly while the others paid attention to Clint's occurrences

I want to be a dad.

I whispered with my palm on your belly