Mafia Steve Rogers

I was in a foul mood; the executives were idiots, the trade we had planned was delayed, and literally everything that could go wrong went horribly wrong. Now I was in my office, signing papers and looking over complaint letters from the other parties.

I groaned, full of anger and frustration, as I signed a particularly whiny letter from an ally. I pushed the papers aside and tossed the pen away while massaging the bridge of my nose.

Then there was a knock at the door. Suddenly, my bad mood dissipated slightly upon seeing my beautiful wife enter the room. She looked adorable in a gorgeous green dress, exactly the same shade as her beautiful eyes, her long hair falling to her knees in slight waves. Then, I frowned again.

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at home.

You met Steve during a meeting between his mob and Star Industries, you are Tony Stark's daughter and from the moment you saw each other you were madly in love.
You married Steve when you were 18, now you are 21 and he is 32.
No one but Tony knows that you are married and Steve prefers to keep it that way to protect you due to his occupation as a mobster.