The next morning you were awoken at seven. You weren't really sure what by, but you decided to go to the kitchen anyways and start breakfast.

Pulling out the flower, eggs, milk, sugar, and more basic for pancakes, Steve's personal chef who you had met earlier, Mark, came out. "Oh, hey Y/N, I mean Ms. Y/L/N." He briefly stuttered.

"Hey Mark," You smiled, "And please, Y/N is just fine."

"So what are you doing up this early?"

"I don't know, I woke up, now I'm making breakfast."

"Do you need any help or-"

"I'm fine, trust me," You lightly smiled, "In fact," You thought, "Why don't you take the day off?" You asked, turning your full body to him.

"Oh, I'm not sure how much Mr. Rogers would want that-"

"Don't worry about it, really," You insisted, "Go home to your fiancee, I can handle things here."

"A-are you sure?" He smiled.

"Of course, I'll keep it under control, and you out of trouble. Trust me." You smirked.

"Oh, alright, if you say so." He smiled and went back to the large kitchen, "Thanks Y/N!" He called after you.

So you began making breakfast for you and Steve. Starting out with pancakes, you monitored those as you began making scrambled eggs. Then you grabbed some bacon from out of the fridge as well and began separating pieces as the eggs and pancakes cooked, grabbing a pan for those as well.

As you continued your work on the last pancake and plated the eggs, monitoring the bacon from your side glance, you felt Steve wrap his arms around you from behind, placing his head on your shoulder, making you start to giggle. "I hope I didn't wake you." You smiled and gave a quick kiss on Steve's hand.

"No, not really," He lightly said and kissed the top of your head, "I could get used to this though." He sighed, "Where's Mark?" He asked.

"Oh, I let him off for the day." You said with confidence. Technically he was Steve's employee, but you were Steve's Omega, so you had gradually learned that you did what you wanted, with boundaries of course. "I think I can handle this for a day, with your help of course."

"My help?" He asked, backing up and leaning against the counter, giving you a quizzical look, "I didn't sign up to help you cook."

"It doesn't matter if you sign up or not," You lightly smiled, turning around to face him, "I signed up for you," Steve smirked, arms crossed tightly over his chest, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Bucky was right when he said you were a sassy one."

"It's in my nature," You shrugged and went back to cooking.

"I kinda like this new side of you that's opened up," He lightly laughed.

"You better get used to it," You responded with confidence, "I don't think it's going away any time soon. Also, could you grab a plate real quick?"

"Of course," He responded, lightly jogging to one of the cabinets and reaching up, grabbing the white ceramic plate. He put it next to you on the counter, as you loaded some of the bacon on. Steve took the other plates which already had pancakes and eggs on them, placing them on the table, as you followed with the bacon.

Right after setting the plates down, you two sat down as well and began eating. "So what are we doing today?" You asked him and took a bite into your pancake.

"I'm not sure," He sighed and took a bite of his, "I thought we could just take the day as it comes. And this breakfast is incredible." He smiled.

"Thanks," You smiled back.

"I was planning on going out with Sam and Buck, with Rachel and Lyla, I was hoping you might want to come along too."

"Of course, it sounds great." You took another bite of your food.

So that's exactly how the day went. Steve ended up taking about an hour to work out and managed to convince you to try it with him.

Growing up you were never athletic and were never into sports. Which is probably why after 10 minutes you were on the ground, almost passed out. "Never again." You sighed and he lightly laughed, "Don't laugh at me, you're a super-soldier." He helped you up with his hand and gave you a quick kiss on the head before you went back to take a shower and change.

After that, you sat down and read for a few hours, Steve doing some light work before coming to join you. He sat next to you on the couch with his own novel, throwing his arm lightly around your back. There was a comfortable silence in the air following that for a while, you were both indulged in your individual novels, lost in the worlds they provided for your mind.

"Sweetheart, it's already 6." Steve placed his hand on your thigh to get your attention, "We're meeting Buck and Sam in about an hour. I'm going to go get ready, you take your time."

"Alright, thanks." You looked up from your book and lightly smiled at him. He got up and left down the hall back to your room. You quickly wrapped up your chapter before going to your closet, to try and find something more acceptable to wear than the sweatpants and t-shirt you were currently sporting.

You chose a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, quickly brushing your hair and putting on extremely light makeup. "Ready, doll?" Steve asked from outside. You walked out, sliding on a pair of sneakers.

"Yup," You said and lightly smiled.

"You look great," He smiled up at you, getting up from your bed where you were seated and grabbing your hand. "Ready?" You nodded as you two walked out of the house and down the elevator. "It's about a 10-minute walk, so I just thought we would do that."

"Awesome," You smiled as you two walked down the busy streets, hand in hand. You started a small conversation about a few books the two of you had recently read when you heard a small gasp behind you.

"Captain America?" The voice of a young boy asked. The two of you turned around, Steve first. He looked down and lightly smiled at the boy who couldn't have been older than six. He knelt down in front of him, thankfully it wasn't too busy on the streets due to the time of day, so it wasn't like you were blocking anyone. "Captain America!" He said again, this time much more excited, as his theory that the superhero was indeed right here.

"Hey, what's up dude?" And just like that Steve's demeanor changed. You stood off to the side quite shocked. Steve never really used any slang or new terms, but here he was perfectly interacting with a kid, using his vocabulary and having a much more positive, but basic tone of voice.

"You're my favorite Avenger!" He smiled, Steve smiled back and lightly chuckled.

"Thanks, man." Steve gave him a quick high five.

"Jacob!" Another woman ran down, taking the kid's hand, "Where did you go?" She asked. He looked up at her.

"Look, Mama, it's Captain 'Merica!" Steve got up and lightly smiled, at her.

"I'm very sorry," She apologized.

"It's no problem, Ma'am." he lightly smiled.

"Could I get a picture please?" The boy asked again.

"Of course little bud," Steve responded.

"Are you sure," The mother asked, "We would hate to be a burden-"

"No problem at all," He lightly smiled, leaning down and picking up the boy with ease. He held him on his hip as his mom took a few photos of them together.

"Thank you so much." She politely said.

"Thanks, Captain!" The boy saluted, Steve saluted back. He turned around and lightly smiled at you, grabbing your hand again.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"It's no problem." You responded, "It was actually pretty cute." He lightly chuckled.

"You can't stop a kid from recognizing you."

"Especially when they're adorable little six-year-olds."

"Yes, especially then." He smiled even more.

You two arrived at a busy bar, with low lighting and dark wood and leather everywhere. The rest of the group, meaning the four others, were already seated at a round booth in one of the corners, slightly separated from the heavy crowds. They smiled at you, you two smiled back and got in the booth next to them, Steve once again lazily throwing his arm around you as always.

The conversation began as just discussing the basics of how everyone was doing. All the Omegas, yourself included, were doing great. Bucky said he was livid with an investor who wouldn't sign on to a new project he was overseeing, Sam was Sam and began making fun of Bucky for it, and Steve tended to be the neutralizer until he admitted he was stressed out with work too.

"Did you guys hear about the issues with the president?" Bucky asked.

"When there aren't their issues with the president." Sam rolled his eyes. You, Rachel, and Lyla all looked clueless, unaware of who the president was.

"The president's Thaddeus Ross," Steve read your mind, educating the three of you, "He's only been in for one year, his term is up in three. But his policies are shit, he's practically gone off the rails with power." Bucky and Sam nodded.

"We told you you should've run the last election," Sam added on.

"What do you mean?" You asked taking a sip of your beer.

"Last time there was a suggestion, made by a few senators and it caught onto the previous president, that I should've run," He sighed, "Everyone thought I was completely fit for the job, though I would be a good leader, so it was an idea."

"With this administration, you may just have to run," Bucky added. You kind of sat there, unsure what to do or say. Steve would be a good president, you knew that. He had no background in politics, but he's Captain America. A great leader and he had expansive military background.

"You could probably win." You said lightly.

"You think so?" He lightly smiled, looking down at you.

"You're basically qualified," You began, "Sure you've never served in congress, but you have been in multiple wars, rebuilt the economy and saved millions of jobs, seems like a good candidate for me." Bucky and Sam nodded and smiled.

"And you have another year to think about it," Rachel added on, "If you were to theoretically run."

"I don't really know," Steve sighed, laying back a little bit further, "There are so many different things to take into account, and it's a lot to handle."

The drinks continued as you six stayed a few more hours. It was reaching eleven at night, so you all decided to go, agreeing as always to see each other soon.

You and Steve walked back the way you came, hand in hand, and back up the elevator. Since it was so late, you decided to take a relatively quick shower and join Steve in bed. "Steve?" You asked and turned to face him on his side of the bed.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He responded, briefly putting his book down to look up at you. You took a light huff.

"Do you think you would ever run for president?" You brought the topic back up. You had thought about it for a bit, taking into account the number of additional responsibilities he would hold. And if you were still together at the time, which seemed pretty likely due to your current relationship state, you would hold more responsibilities as well.

"I'm not sure," He sighed, running his hand through his hair, "It depends. There are a lot of factors to look at." You nodded, readjusting yourself to face forward, and lightly leaning back on the black modern headboard of the bed, "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," You said, "I just wanted to hear more of your insight into it." Steve was smart enough to understand your personal concern though. He knew you brought it up primarily because if you two were still in a relationship by then, you would have to be there as well. But of course, he wasn't going to tell you that. And he really didn't want to rush either of you into anything further within the relationship. "I'm gonna go to bed." You sighed and slid in under the covers.

"Alright doll," He lightly smiled, placing his book down, the small wooden bookmark placed where he left off. He gave you a kiss on the lips before turning off the lights and going to bed.

(A/N: Remember the last chapter when I said I needed to stop ending with them going to bed? Hahaha yeah well look how that went.)