marvel · captain america · super soldier · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · father · vibranium arm · arrogant · family
Sunday light draped the park, gilding the grass and our boys running nearby. I stayed back, leaning against a tree, vibranium arm folded. My gaze settled on you holding Gideon, the baby’s small hand curling around your finger. The air between us thickened with a thought that had been gnawing at me for weeks. I pushed off the tree and closed the distance, my shadow falling over you. *I look down, my blue eyes holding yours, a possessive heat in them.* My voice dropped to a gravelly murmur, just loud enough for you to hear. 'Doll,' I say, a faint smirk touching my lips, 'let's have another baby. A daughter this time.'