The living room was filled with the sounds of loud, intoxicated voices and clinking champagne glasses. Subtle and classy jazz music could be heard distantly in the background as the party Tony had decided to throw was in full swing. You weren't even sure what the party was for but apparently whatever it was warranted over a hundred guests which were now milling around the living room and bar areas.

Steve had told you about the party a week ago, telling you he wanted you there so he could introduce you to a number of his teammates and friends that you hadn't met yet. Normally, you would have jumped at the chance to go to a party, any party really. You loved to let loose and have a good time. But given your current situation, you weren't so eager. You were nervous about meeting Steve's friends, especially knowing that you wouldn't have your trusty whiskey neat in hand to ease your nerves. Tony was clearly not a big fan of yours and you were worried his other friends would act the same.

In the end, the hopeful and nervous glances Steve had given you while asking had made it impossible to say no. That's how you found yourself all dolled-up in a simple silk, navy dress, sitting on a couch in a circle of Steve's friends who were all of course, literal superheroes. Yea, not intimidating at all. All things considered, you were just glad the dress still even fit and that you hadn't started to show. Your foot tapped nervously to the beat of the music while you sat there quietly watching the group interact.

Scanning the unfamiliar faces around you, you made a mental note to yell at Peter for ditching the party. He was supposed to go, but had forgotten about a report he had due tomorrow. Having taken the class last year, he had guilted you into giving him your old report to help him finish on time. He may save lives, but the boy was still the the most forgetful person you had ever met.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt a hand rest gently on your knee. Steve had apparently noticed how your leg was still bobbing up and down anxiously, and his calming touch steadied your nerves. Turning slightly to where he was sitting on the couch beside you, you gave him a small smile, reassuring him that you were alright. In the past few weeks you had noticed how hard Steve's job was on him. It required him to be so tense and serious, all the time. You had tried to be a source of light amidst the darkness of his work, wanting him to take time for himself and relax. As such you wanted to make sure he had a fun night, and you knew he wouldn't be able to do that if he was too busy worrying about you.

Moving your hand to rest on his own, you gave it a light squeeze before moving the hand back to your lap. When you turned back to face the circle you found a smirking Nat eyeing you, clearly having noticed the interaction.

"So (Y/N), have you guys started thinking about baby names yet?" Nat asked, causing all eyes in the circle to move to you.

"Oh no, we haven't even talked about that yet, we still have like almost seven months to figure it out though," you answered.

"We decided that we are going to wait to find out the gender, so we've got some brainstorming to do," Steve added with a laugh. "Actually I was thinking the other day-"

"Well obviously they are going to name it after me," Thor stated in a booming voice from the opposite couch, cutting Steve off mid-sentence. His hammer sat next to him intimidatingly but there was a twinkle in his eye letting you know he was mainly all bark with maybe only a little bite.

"What? No! Name it after me!" Clint interjected, causing small chuckles to travel around the circle.

"Excuse me, the capsicle and his little side piece are staying in my tower rent free," Tony noted, commanding everyone's attention as he was striding through the middle of the group, drink in hand, motioning towards where you sat next to Steve. "If they are going to name the tiny human after anyone, it's going to be me."

(Y/N)'s mouth dropped open slightly in shock at being called Steve's side piece so publicly. Anger mixed with embarrassment started to bubble inside of you, but before you could think of a reply Steve stood up, grabbing your arm lightly and pulling you into a standing position.

"You guys are all ridiculous, you know that?" Steve said sarcastically and you could tell that even though he tried to play it off as a joke he was just as annoyed by Tony's comments as you were. For some reason, knowing that made you feel better instantly.

Steve placed his hand on your back gently guiding you away from the group by the couches and over to the bar area. You followed him giving a small wave goodbye to Nat and doing your best to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach at Steve's touch.

"I'm sorry about that," he said as you sat down on the bar stool, nodding over to the group still chatting by the couches.

"Don't be sorry, I like your friends. You all seem really close, almost more like a family. That must be really nice," you said honestly.

Steve smiled brightly in response, and you returned it, blushing slightly. You sat in silence staring at each other for a moment, just enjoying being in each other's presence.

"You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)."

The blush in your cheeks turned from a light pink to a deep crimson at his words. The seriousness took you by surprise, as it was different from the casual flirting that you had been attempting but failing to avoid for the past few weeks.

"Well you have to say that," you laughed, trying to hide the fact that his flirting was working on you.

"What do you mean I have to?" Steve questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm the future mother of your child. Complementing me, calling me pretty. It's kinda part of the job description."

"Maybe," he shrugged, reaching over the bar to grab a bottle of beer while maintaining eye contact with you. "That doesn't make it any less true. You look stunning."

You looked down at your shoes. Why did he have to make this so difficult? Deciding your best course of action was to keep things in a more joking tone, you glanced back at him chuckling.

"Well you don't look so bad for yourself, for an old man."

"Hey watch who you're calling old," he laughed, easily twisting the cap off of the beer bottle without needing a bottle opener.

"Did you forget how you got knocked up in the first place? Or do I need to remind you?"

Your eyes widened and he winked at you mockingly before taking a swig from the bottle. You knew he was trying to get a rise out of you by flirting. Instead of getting angry, you decided to turn the tables on him, knowing he wouldn't expect you to flirt back.

You hopped off your stool walking slowly towards him until you were only inches apart. Lifting your arm, you ran your fingers down his arm lazily and back up again. Steve stood motionless waiting to see what you would do next. He was completely frozen in place other than the muscles in his arm tensed when you touched him.

"I wouldn't mind a little reminder. Maybe even a..." you paused, biting your lower lip, waiting for the right word to come to you, "demonstration?"

Steve stared at you wide-eyed, and you broke, bursting out laughing at the confused expression on his face.

"Relax just Steve, I'm only joking," you said, teasing him with the nickname from that night at the bar that you knew he hated.

Before Steve could reply, a loud voice called his name from the other side of the room. You both turned to see Sam Wilson talking to another man you didn't recognize both waving Steve over. You had been introduced to Sam earlier that evening, and had only been talking to him for a few minutes before he began to sing a rendition of ABBA's, Mamma Mia, only he had replaced the words with "baby mamma" pointing to you and spinning you around as he sang.

"I'm going to go see what he wants before he starts to serenade you again," Steve motioned to where Sam was standing and you sat back down on the bar stool.

"Are you gonna be alright on your own for a little?" he asked, concerned. You waved him off assuring him you would be fine, and he gave you a quick smile before heading over to Sam.

Turning to the bar you poured yourself a glass of water. Checking your phone, you saw that you had a missed text from Peter that read, "tell falcon his song parodies are trash" causing you to chuckle out loud. Looking at the time you noticed it was already midnight, but the party was still raging on. You drummed your fingers lazily on the top of the bar, wondering how long you would have to stay before gracefully making an exit. Picking up the glass, you took a sip of water when something caught your attention.

What you could only guess was coming from a few feet behind you, an unfamiliar voice was saying your name repeatedly. You discretely peered over your shoulder, trying to not draw attention to yourself while getting a look at whoever was talking about you. A skinny, blonde-haired woman in a tight, black dress and stilettos stood talking to a large group of other girls. The words that came out of the girl's mouth next made your fists clench and the hair on the back of your neck stand up.