Summary: Steve came home from the war to a wife that could not deal with the emotionally, mentally, and physically changed man before her. Dealing with it the only way he knew how, Steve buried himself in his work. After saving hundreds of lives in one heroic act, Steve finds himself put on bodyguard duty. Also known as a glorified babysitter. It wasn’t easy being the daughter of insanely rich and successful businessman, Phil Coulson. After multiple death threats, your overbearing, worries-too-much father decides you need a bodyguard. Word Count: 943 Warnings: Language, angst, blood, violence, explicit sexual content, possibly more to come. Author’s Note: GIF Credit found on Google Images without a source.
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Steve’s back was straight, shoulders squared, hands clasped behind his back, chin raised, eyes drilling into a spot on the wall above his commanding officer’s head. He had just been informed that due to his heroic actions the previous Friday, all of his current cases would be transferred to other officers while he went on protective duty.
His charge was Y/N Coulson, and apparently, her life was in danger. Her father, Phil, was a successful businessman, perhaps too successful for his own good. Success brought enemies knocking on the door, and with old man Coulson refusing to cooperate, to bend to his enemy’s whims, his daughter had started receiving threats of all kinds.
Everything Steve had heard about Y/N made him cringe. She was a spoiled rich kid that partied all night and slept all day. She was on the cover of every tabloid magazine in New York, drinking, driving while intoxicated, getting arrested, going to rehab. There was even a quickie wedding in Vegas, followed by an annulment less than a month later; all while Steve was overseas, fighting a war that claimed the lives of his best friends, his brothers. In fact, he would have died if it hadn’t been for Bucky –
“Did you hear me, Rogers?” Pepper demanded to know, yanking Steve from his thoughts.
“Yes, ma’am,” he ground out, Irish accent thick on his tongue. “When do I start, ma’am?”
“Tomorrow morning you will report to Coulson Industries,” she informed him. “Seven am, sharp.”
Steve dipped his chin in confirmation. “Yes, ma’am.” With his molars grinding, Steve turned, and walked across the room.
“And Steve,” Pepper murmured as Steve’s hand fell to the door handle. “Act as if you actually care about her safety.”
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Kennedy Rogers | Word Count: 3082 Warnings: A little sad, but mostly fluffy
Remembrance Day is incredibly important to my family. My grandfather stood guard for many a year at the cenotaph in Athabasca, so this story is near and dear to my heart. I hope you enjoy it and take a moment between now and the 11th to honour and remember those who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our countries and in the pursuit of freedom.
The poppies always did him in. Those bright red flowers with their flat black centers. They reminded him of those who’d gone before him. Of the fallen soldiers. The ones he’d known personally, and the ones whose names had long ago been forgotten.
Steve could remember every face and every name of every soldier who’d fought for him and died. He could remember everyone who’d been on missions with him for SHIELD and never came back. He knew them all like he knew his own name, and the poppies in their blood-red glory brought all those names raging back.
Every year when Veteran’s Day rolled around, he put on his Captain’s face and didn’t allow the grief to show.
Kennedy knew, of course. She sat with him at night when the memories grew so loud he couldn’t fight them any longer and allowed the tears to stream silently down his face. Her quiet presence helped keep him grounded when the worst of the demons got out of the cage he’d stuffed them in.
Having his son James and now little Sarah Natalia, his six-month-old daughter and light of his life, the apple of his eye, helped even further. He could look at his children and see what he was fighting for. He could hold his wife and know why he placed himself in harm’s way.
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