Usually you meet someone, start dating, build a relationship, get engaged, get married and eventually have a family. One night of fun turned everything around for Steve Rogers when he gets a girl he just met, pregnant.

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Chapter One:

"You're being ridiculous. I'm not going out, Stark. We're finished." Steve crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at Stark, challenging him to say another word.

"On the contrary, Capsicle. Now, I have this theory...that if you just go out and hook up with a chick, you'll loosen up a little." Tony Stark spoke from behind his bar and poured himself some whiskey.

The super soldier was irritated, to say the least. It was almost a year after he had woken up from the ice and into this new world. There was the Battle of New York, several missions with SHIELD,and that was it. Tony Stark took notice to Steve's lack of a life and acted on it, insisting that he go to a bar and hook up with a random chick, to help "relieve" some of Steve's bitterness.

"This conversation is done." Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Steve, he may have a point," said none other than Bruce Banner, "I mean, not saying you should hook up with a girl right away, but going out and socializing may not be so bad. Date a girl, have some fun." Bruce suggested.

Steve raised an eyebrow, finding it ironic that the Hulk was giving him advice on how to relax and relieve stress.

"Why are you guys so intent on me finding a gal?" Steve questioned. He set his coffee down and stared at Bruce, Tony and Pepper. Natasha, Clint and Thor were across the other room having their own conversation.

"Listen, Steve..." Pepper made her way over to the super soldier and put his hand on his forearm. "I know when something comes out of Tony's mouth, it's hard to take seriously."

"Geez, thanks, Pepper." Tony rolled his eyes and continued drinking.

"But I can see where he's getting at. Now, I will never understand what it's like to be in your shoes and my heart goes out to you. I wouldn't know what to do if I woke up almost 70 years later and had to start my life all over. But what I do know is that you deserve to be happy. So go out sometime and meet a girl. Go on a date. Experience life and be happy." Pepper finished with a small smile.

Steve's lips twisted into a genuine smile and he placed his hand on top of Pepper's. "Thank you, Pepper." Steve then looked in Tony's direction. "I don't know what you did to deserve a gal like that."

Tony threw his hands up. "Okay, I'd appreciate it if everyone would stop attacking me. Yeah, that'd be great. And you're welcome, old man. I'm just looking out for you, pal."

"Thanks, Stark. Maybe if you hadn't been so blunt about it I wouldn't have been so defensive."

"That's like telling Tony not to be himself, Steve. You should be used to him by now." Bruce joked.

"Still gonna take some getting used to." Steve rolled his eyes and smiled. "Tony, Pepper, thank you for having me. I'll see you all around soon." Steve said his goodbyes and made his way out of the tower, but not before Natasha yelled, "Just go and get laid tonight!" before the elevators closed.

Several moments later at his apartment, Steve lay on his bed with his hands behind his head. He kept thinking about his conversation with Tony, Pepper and Bruce. He was lonely, there wasn't a doubt in his mind about that. But it's not as easy as the three made it sound. Dating. Being happy. Steve's life was with SHIELD. Accomplishing missions and tasks at hand. No time for a love life. Women now were obviously very different from the women he had encountered. To him, most women were obnoxious, wanted attention and dressed horribly. He couldn't get over the fashion of this generation. He wasn't used to seeing women in pants and tank tops or clothes that were too revealing. And in this time that was considered normal, which was wild to him.

Steve glanced over at his alarm clock. It was 4pm. "You know what? Why not? What's the worst that can happen."

***
Hours later, Steve arrived at a bar named, "The Box". After almost an hour of googling the different bars around his area and based off reviews of the place, he settled on The Box.

'What a weird name for a bar,' Steve thought and made his way inside. One of the things that drew Steve to this place was the type of music they played. Usually oldies, but tonight was jazz. He figured this place wouldn't be littered with half naked females who would hit on him just because he's Captain America. That right there was another reason why he was skeptical about going out in the first place. People knew him. But he decided against wearing a ball cap or any sort of heavy clothing. He wore dark jeans, a white shirt and his brown bomber jacket he was very fond of.

His blue eyes scanned the room for an open table and spotted one in the corner. The entire bar was dimmed but the stage lights were blue and the walls had curtain lights. He had to admit, the bar looked amazing. No one was performing at the moment but there was still jazz music in the background. Steve took a seat at his table, and looked at the menu. He wasn't really looking at the menu though, his mind was racing with doubts. Shaking his head, he put the menu down.

"This was a stupid idea..." Steve stood up and quickly started to walk towards the exit, wanting to desperately to leave. In his rush to leave, he hadn't been paying attention when he bumped into someone.

***
"This is absolutely ridiculous, guys! I have an exam to study for!" The young blonde had barely stepped into the bar only to be already fighting her way out. She was one of four females in the group, all dressed up and ready for a night out.

"Oh no you don't!" One of the two brunettes in the group reached for her and pulled her back inside.

The blonde wiggled out of her grasp. "Let go, Chloe!"

"I don't think so, Constance!" Chloe crossed her arms and the other two girls blocked the exit.

"Chloe!" she snapped.

"We had a deal! You said you'd go out with us and hook up with a man if we left you alone to study!"

"...I only agreed to that so you'd leave me alone! I didn't think you were being serious." Connie crossed her arms and sighed, knowing this was a loosing battle.

Chloe frowned and wrapped her arm around her much shorter friend. "You always have your nose in the books. I love you and we've been best friends since we started our periods together, but you need to live a little!"

Connie looked up at her lifelong friend and rolled her eyes. They were both 24 years old, almost 25. Even though they have aged over the years, Chloe was still her quirky best friend who was outspoken and usually didn't have a filter. She had long brown hair that was tied up in a high ponytail, had beautiful green eyes and wore a strapless red dress. Connie often wondered why a bombshell like Chloe chose to stay by her side all these years.

"I...I know, Chloe. But you know this isn't me. I don't go out and I don't date. I'm the way I am for a reason. No guy in their right mind wouldn't date me and...you know I'm still a virgin." Connie whispered the last part.

Quinn and Emily, the other brunette in the group and red head, pulled Connie in for a group hug. Quinn pulled Connie away and put her hands on her shoulders.

"No one has to know that," the short-haired brunette spoke, "and look at you! You're a bombshell! You're makeover is a success!"

"Not that you weren't already beautiful," said the red head, Emily, "You just needed some highlights and a new wardrobe."

"Plus, I mean you have some experience. You said you got fingered in high-"

"Chloe! Shut up! Ugh," Connie put her face in her hands. "That was so long ago and the guy didn't even know what he was doing. This is so embarrassing. I'm not going to hook up with a guy."

"Fine. Just talk to someone then."

Connie looked down at her dress and smoothed it out. The dress was white with black pinstripes going in different directions. It was odd in her opinion, but it worked. It gave her small breasts some cleavage and was complimenting on her already small figure. The dress flared out and stopped a couple of inches above her knees. She had matching closed toe black heels to match and her blonde hair that was always worn up fell around her shoulders, stopping above her chest. Her hair for the night was straight with the ends curled.

"You know what? A deal is a deal. Even if I said it to get you off my back. But tonight is a waste, I'm telling you. Let me just make my way to the bathroom first. You guys go get drinks." Chloe, Quinn and Emily clapped in excitement and hurried to the bar to get some drinks. Connie smiled at her friends and made her way to the bathroom. Connie was lost in her thoughts and looking everywhere but in front of her. She was walking quick and THUD.

"Ow!" Connie gasped and lost balance. She braced herself for impact with the floor but it never came. She did feel something around her though. Connie opened her hazel eyes only to be face to face with another man. She blushed immediately upon looking into his blue eyes and realizing she was in his arms.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't even paying attention!" The blonde apologized.

Steve, was also lost in his own world, but unlike Connie he had fast reflexes and was able to stop her from falling. "No, I'm sorry, ma'am. I, uh... I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Oh...I guess we're both to blame then..." Connie realized at some point her hands made their way around his neck. She quickly removed her hands and stood up on her own.

Steve couldn't help but stare. This woman was beautiful in his eyes. She was dressed conservatively and she seemed sweet. Maybe running into her was a sign that he shouldn't leave the bar just yet...

"Well, can I make it up to you?" Steve asked shyly, scratching the back of his head. There was no doubt in Steve's mind that this girl was more beautiful than any of the girls here. He noted how small she was and was secretly hoping that she was around his age, minus the decades and years he was frozen. Her blonde hair was very soft looking to him and what got him was her red lipstick. Red lipstick was common with women back in the 1940's, and this young woman pulled it off very well.

Connie blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Sure...how so?"

"Let me buy you a drink?" Steve smiled and extended his arm towards the table for two where he was originally sitting. Connie blushed once more when he pulled out her chair. "Thank you," she said as she took her seat. Once he took his, she extended out her hand, "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Connie. Connie Halloway."

"The pleasure is mine, Connie. Steve Rogers." Steve took her hand and shook it gently.

Connie cocked her head to the side and looked to be deep in thought. Her heart started pounding in realization of his name. "Steve Rogers? Um, as in Captain America?" Her hazel eyes widened in realization. It made total sense. She'd seen pictures of him on the news and there really was no denying that it was really him. No wonder he looked so good.

The super soldier blushed and couldn't help but smile at her reaction. Most girls were frantic and would yell "omg" or whistle at him. But Connie's reaction was cute and he appreciated that she was low key about it.

"Yes, that's me. But the pleasure is all mine, Miss." Steve smiled nervously at her. He could already feel his heart getting ready to beat it's way out of his chest.

"So what are you doing here, Steve? You go by Steve, right?" Connie started to pull at her curls. Nervous habit of hers.

Steve laughed softly. "Steve is fine. And to be honest, I'm just trying to be spontaneous. Something new. How about you?"

Connie smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear again. Nervous habit. "Same thing. But not willingly..." Connie looked to her group of friends who at the moment were fawning over the two from the bar. They quickly looked away when Steve glanced in their direction. "Those are my friends. We go to school together. They dragged me here tonight and said I needed a life. And that I needed to get my nose out of the books. They act like my school is keeping me from living my life but they don't understand how important it is for me. I mean, it works for me, you know?"

'What a coincidence,' the soldier thought. "I understand what you mean. But it's never too much to take a break and try new things. At least, that's what my friends told me this morning."

"Yeah, I guess you're right...it's just I don't really go out. I'm not sure what to say or do." Connie laughed nervously. She young blonde couldn't believe her eyes. Any other man would probably make her nervous, but out of all men, this was Captain freaking America! Steve Rogers, the American war hero she learned about during her childhood, the same man who fought off aliens and was born in the 1920's. "And you're Steve Rogers..." she trailed off.

Steve raised an eyebrow and a small smile played at his lips. "And you're Connie Halloway."

Connie blushed nervously played with her hands which were placed on top of the table.

"I'm pretty nervous too. I don't do these things either. Go to bars and talk to pretty gals. So if you loosen up a little, I promise to do the same."

Connie's heart was racing at his words. The most gorgeous man she ever laid eyes on, called her beautiful. 'Okay, I can do this.' "Okay, I'll try."

"Great. So what can I get you to drink?"

"Water is fine. I don't drink alcohol."

Steve smiled once again before placing their orders to the waitress who had stopped at their table.

Steve and Connie had talked for more than three hours and it was almost 1am. Steve had learned that Connie was a semester away from earning her Master's Degree in Computer Engineering and already had obtained three bachelor degrees. One in in Biological Science, Physics and another in Computer Networking and Security. Connie was 24, soon to be 25 come next month, which was a relief for Steve. Without her heels, she was only 5'3, a whole foot shorter than him. She didn't know her ethnicity and said she was a mutt. Connie never went out much and devoted all her time to studying and working towards her degree. Her parents died she was fifteen and had a twin brother, who lived in New Jersey, pursuing architect. He learned that she was a simple gal and that going out wasn't exactly her scene. He wanted to get to know this girl more, that was for sure.

"No way! You can run 13 miles in 30 minutes?" Connie laughed and twirled a strand of hair in her fingers. "I know you're Captain America and what not, but I find that hard to believe!"

Steve laughed and sat back in his chair. "Well, it's pretty impressive that you have three degrees and you're about to get another one."

"Yeah..." Connie smiled. She looked around her and saw that everyone was gone. "Oh my goodness, it's almost 1am. I should be heading home."

Steve frowned but quickly hid it. "Do you have a ride?"

"I live a couple of blocks away, I'm just going to walk. It looks like my friends have all left. Typical."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to walk you home. A pretty gal like you shouldn't be walking around alone at night." Steve offered.

Connie blushed and looked down shyly. "Sure, I'd like that."

A few minutes into their walk, Connie started to shiver. It was October and the night air was cold.

"Here," Steve took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

"T-thank you, Steve." Connie glanced at him and noted how huge his arms and chest were. She was thankful it was dark so he couldn't see her blush.

"You're welcome, Connie. Connie. Is that short for anything?" Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and moved a little closer to her.

"It's short for Constance," She shyly answered.

"That's a beautiful name. Do you have a middle name?" Steve asked. He found himself wanting to know every little thing about her. He was quickly becoming infatuated by her.

Connie laughed and looked up at him. "Evangeline. And yours is Grant," Steve looked down at her and smiled. "I learned that in high school. One of my history classes."

"Yeah, that's still going to take some getting used to. Everyone knowing about me" Steve admitted, looking ahead.

"Well, they know what you've done for your country and the sacrifice you made. They may know of how you led the Howling Commandos and that you're really 95 years old. But they don't know you're favorite color or your favorite food. You're favorite types of music or the things that scare you. Hobbies, fears, the little things. You know, the things that are really you." Connie smiled to herself as she thought of Steve. She found herself wanting to know everything about him. Not just what everyone else knew. She wanted to know the real Steve and she wanted so badly to see him after tonight. Connie frowned when she saw her tiny apartment across the street.

"You're not so bad, Connie." Steve laughed and at the same time mentally slapped himself. 'Smooth, Rogers.'

Connie giggled and lightly punched Steve's arm. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hey I was going to ask if I could see you again but I'm not sure it'll work being with someone abusive." Steve joked and threw his hands up in mock protection.

"Wait. You were gonna ask me out?" Connie nervously asked as she and Steve made their way up her steps and to her door.

"Yes. I'd love to see you again. I was going to see if you're free next Saturday. Maybe dinner and a movie?" Steve suggested.

"That...that would be wonderful. I'd like that." Connie's heart was pounding so hard she was afraid Steve might hear it.

"Great. I had a wonderful time, Connie. I'm glad we bumped into each other."

"Me too, Steve."

Steve knew this was the moment to say goodbye but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to stay with her and get to know her. It had only been a little less than a year since he'd woken up and he always thought it would take a whole lot of adjusting before he would meet a girl who he can relate to. Connie was a little bit of that. They got along, despite their timidness here and there. But what he absolutely adored was that she was kind and humble. She was a lot like him in some ways and he knew she had the same problem he did. He was too involved with his work and she was too involved in her school. Maybe they could help each other out.

"So I guess I'll see you then..." Connie was about to turn her door handle but was stopped gently by Steve. "Steve?" She looked up at the super soldier and blushed at how close he was. He nervously took her hand and pulled her close. The other cupped her cheek. His piercing blue eyes made contact with her big hazel ones then drifted to her lips.

Steve was nervous as all hell. He wanted to kiss her, that was for damn sure. He just didn't know how to go about it. He kept replaying the conversations with Tony from earlier in his head. He knew he wasn't going to hook up with her. Did he want to? Yes and no. Yes because simply put, Connie was breathtaking and who wouldn't want to make love to her. And no because it went against everything he believed in. He wasn't quite sure if he'd wait till marriage like he'd always planned. Times were different and honestly he'd been wanting to get it out of the way. Just with the right girl.

Connie, who was also nervous as all hell, wanted nothing more than to just invite him inside and just be with him. She felt a strong attraction towards him. Whether they shared hot cocoa or watched a movie, she didn't care. She just wanted him.

"Steve?" Connie nervously asked.

"Hmm?" Steve's lips were almost touching hers.

"Do you wanna be spontaneous?" Her heart was still pounding.

"How so?" Steve pulled away a little to get a better look at her face. She was blushing.

"I know this is random and you can say no. But maybe we can go inside and watch a movie? I don't know, just enjoy the night?" Connie blurted out awkwardly.

Steve blinked a couple of times, letting her offer register in his head. He felt his cheeks burning. Part of him was absolutely shocked but the other was happy. Happy because deep down, a part of him wanted this too.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for asking. Have a good night." Connie reached for the door handle only to be stopped by Steve again.

She turned to look at him and saw him nervously smiling. "I'd love to, Connie."

Connie smiles nervously and thought she was going to melt then and there. She tried her best to keep her cool. "Come inside."

***
Two weeks later...

"Come on, girl. You gotta get over this prick. Don't let him do this to you." Chloe sat next to her lifelong friend with her arms around her.

"He's just like every other guy. He said he'd call back and he even offered to take me out on a date. I lost my virginity to this asshole and he just leaves without so much as a goodbye and doesn't even bother to call." Connie did her best to fight back the tears that were stinging her eyes. The young blonde wasn't really the outgoing type but she damn sure wasn't the crying type either. Chloe sighed at her best friend who was trying a little too hard to fight her tears.

"Just let it all out. Why would he offer to take you out, have sex with you and then just up and leave?" Chloe asked while rubbing Connie's back.

"Hell if I know. Maybe the sex was awful. He's probably used to hooking up with way prettier girls." Connie shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I'm mad because I feel used. Maybe I wouldn't be making a big deal if he didn't take my virginity."

"How did you end up having sex with this guy in the first place? I know you. You're always telling me that you want to lose it with the right guy. Why did you give in?"

"Well...I was the one who asked." Connie admitted. Her cheeks were starting to burn red.

"No shit? Wow. I'm honestly surprised. What brought that out?"

Connie shrugged again. "I'm not sure. He was so perfect and I was having so much fun. We were watching a movie at my place, we started kissing and it didn't stop from there. I don't know."

Chloe at this point was super intrigued. "So how is he in bed? How was it?"

"Chloe!" Connie pushed her friend off her and crawled to the corner of her bed which was also one of the corners in her room. She pulled her knees close and sighed.

Chloe stood up and threw her hands in the air. "Are you freaking kidding me? I'm your best friend damnit! And we have NEVER talked about this stuff. If there's anyone you can ever talk to this stuff about, it's me!"

Connie snorted before smiling. "Fine." Connie took a piece of her blonde hair and twirled it in her fingers. "Well, what exactly do you want to know?"

"How big is he?" Chloe immediately asked.

"Chloe!"

"Tell me!"

Connie covered her already face for a couple of seconds. She took a deep breath before lifting her head back up. "He was big. Like really big."

"I fucking knew it. He's already a hunk. How many inches would you say?"

"Oh my gosh, Chloe. I don't know. I'd say nine inches. And he's really thick. It hurt so bad at first." Connie admitted.

"Oh what I'd kill to get the d like that." Chloe admitted.

Connie rolled her eyes. "Yeah but then after the pain...it was heaven."

"Well, I don't think he left over the sex. I mean, he is a prick for not even calling or texting." Chloe looked at her friend and frowned. She could tell Connie was bummed over feeling used. "Listen, let's do something tonight. We could have a girls night or something."

Connie all of a sudden went pale and covered her mouth.

"Constance?" Chloe watched her best friend run to the bathroom and a few seconds later heard her throwing up. Chloe followed her and knelt down next to her. "What's going on? You got a fever or something?" Chloe started to rub circles on her back.

"I'm not sure..." Connie lifted her head and groaned. "It's been like this for the past two days. It's on and off."

"Maybe you're pregnant." Chloe joked and pulled her friends hair back from her face.

"Impossible. I'm on birth con..." Connie trailed off and turned to look at her friend with wide eyes. "I'm eleven days late."

Chloe's eyes went wide too. "Holy fucking shit."

***
An hour later...

"Shhhh. It's okay. It'll be fine." Chloe sat next to her friend and held her while she cried uncontrollably.

"It's n-not o-okay. There has to be a mistake." Connie bawled into her friends chest. Chloe looked at the ten pregnancy tests that were set on her dressed. All marked positive.

"No...I don't think there is." Chloe fought the urge not to laugh at this. "So what now?"

"I can't be pregnant! How is this even possible? I'm on birth control!" Connie hysterically cried out. She was violently shaking and feeling like her world was falling apart. "I can't have a freaking baby!"

"Birth control isn't one hundred percent effective, Constance. He didn't wear a condom?" Chloe rubbed circles on Connie's back.

"N-n-no! I thought the birth control would work. That's why it's called freaking birth control!"

"I'm sorry, Constance. I really am. So what are you going to do now? Are you going to tell him?"

***
A couple of days later...

Steve had returned from a nineteen day mission with his team. He lay in his bed, finally comfy with sweatpants and his white shirt. His thoughts turned to Connie. In fact, she was constantly on his mind since their encounter. He pictured her face. Her beautiful smile, red rosey cheeks, and her hazel eyes. He could hear her voice and her cute laugh. His thoughts then drifted to her naked in bed, her back arched, her breasts, her hips, her womanhood. He felt himself go hard at the very thought of this beautiful woman.

Then he felt guilty. Guilty he didn't once bother to call or text her, though it wasn't his fault. After they had sex and fell asleep, Steve had received an urgent text from Natasha and within that hour he was already in a plane to the other side of the world. He didn't even get a chance. And it'd been almost three weeks. What was he supposed to say?

"Maybe she'll understand. She knows who I am and what I do..." Steve told himself as he picked up his phone. Just as he was about to call her, he heard his doorbell go off. Steve rose an eyebrow and wondered who would be pounding on his door at eight in the evening.

Steve made his way to the door and his eyes went wide at who was there. "Connie? W-what are you doing here?" Connie didn't look too happy, and he didn't expect her to be. But she looked tired. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater. Her hair was braided to the side and her hands were shoved in her sweater pockets. She wore a white beanie and square black framed glasses. "You look d-different."

Connie rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I'm not that blonde bombshell you met the other night."

"No! I didn't mean it like that." Steve had to admit she looked a little nerdy. But he thought it was cute. Like, really cute. "You look cute. How did you find out where I lived?"

"You gave me your number. I looked you up. I'm good with computers, remember?"

"Y-yeah, I do. Connie, are you okay? I can explain why I haven't contacted you after that night," he blushed.

"Listen, I have to talk to you." Connie cut straight to the chase and tears were already starting to form.

"Connie, listen. I'm sorry I never called you back. That night I received an urgent call and went on a mission. I would have called but I couldn't. I'm so sorry and I never meant to make it look like I walked out on you after one night of fun."

Connie blushed and looked away. Part of her was relieved he didn't just leave but the other part of her was deathly afraid of telling him. "I-I understand. But it's not that..." she trailed off.

"Here, come inside." Steve took her hand and led her to the couch. He sat down next to her and wondered what could be bothering her so bad to bring her on the brink of a meltdown.

"I don't really know how to say this. So I'll just come out with it..." She started to say. Her breathing was becoming fast and she was biting her lip.

"Connie?" Steve went to grab her hand but she retracted it.

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.

***
And there we have it! Let me know what y'all think! How will Steve react to this news? Find out in the next chapter!

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