Title: List of Avengers Head Canon ~ Steve Rogers #1
Title: List of Avengers Head Canon ~ Steve Rogers #1
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Avengers
Summary: Just a list of my head canons for members of the Avengers and their friends. Short fics for each number will follow : )
Type / Pairings: Varied
Main characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE AVENGERS MOVIE AND OTHER MARVEL MOVIEVERSE MOVIES
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
1. Sometimes, when he’s not saving the world from Doombots, Loki’s latest attempt to take over the world or giant, rabid space ferrets, Steve likes to go down to the employee daycare of Stark Industries to help out.
Shortly after moving into the newly christened Avengers Tower, Steve found himself looking for something to do while not on a mission. He had tried helping with the clean-up efforts around the city, but people had recognized him and the ensuing media swarm had hampered the repairs. The only places he seemed to be able to avoid the press were S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Tower.
Everyone assured him that (eventually) things would calm down, but for now they simply had to wait things out.
So, while Tony and Bruce did inexplicably complex genius things, Natasha and Clint did spy things and Thor was off on Asgard, Steve roamed around the Tower. The normal office floors had been largely untouched by the battle and the day to day operations of Stark Industries went on.
The men and women of SI were friendly (though many were solely focused on whatever they were doing), so he was startled to hear the sound of children’s laughter as he walked one of the 2nd floor halls. Seconds later, a tiny, curly haired girl in pink overalls came barreling out of a door, moving as quickly as her little legs could carry her.
Acting on instinct, Steve reached down and scooped up the giggling toddler, who regarded him with wide, hazel eyes and chirped, “Hi!”
“Hi,” he replied, carrying her back to the room she’d exited and peering in to see what seemed to be a very large number of very small children and two harried care givers. Knocking lightly on the half door, which had swung closed after the little girl’s escape, Steve said, “Excuse me.”
One of the women looked over at his voice and said, “Hello…Miley! You escaped again?”
Reaching out to hand the girl over the door, Steve said, “She was running down the hall. Looks like things are pretty busy in here.”
“Miley’s our resident escape artist,” the young woman said, taking the girl from Steve’s arms and settling her on her hip. “Thanks for catching her. We’re a little swamped these days.”
“I can see that,” Steve replied. “Looks like you have your hands full.”
She took a deep breath. “Yeah, we’re helping with the overflow from the businesses damaged during the big fight, providing free daycare until they’re back up and running, but, despite hiring some extra help, there are a lot of kids!”
“Oh!” That would explain the chaos. “Can I help.”
She blinked. “Uh…aren’t you…?”
“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”
“Captain America?”
He nodded.
“You want to help us with the kids?”
“Why not?”
She stared for a moment and then shrugged. “Okay.”
And that was how Steve found himself reading stories to toddlers, finger painting with older children and discovered modern disposable diapers were probably created by a very subtle super villain. When he returned to the upper floors later that evening, it was Natasha who pointed to his shoulder and said, “Cap, you’ve got something on your shirt.”
He looked down and wrinkled his nose. “One of the babies spit up on me, I guess.”
“Babies?” Tony asked, peering at him like he thought Steve had gone crazy.
As he wiped at his shoulder with a damp cloth, Steve nodded. “I was helping out down at the daycare.”
That made everyone stare at him like he was volunteering for a suicide mission, but the next day, when he went back down to the daycare, he caught each of his team mates peeking in at him curiously…though only Tony was bold enough to gleefully snap pictures of him having a tea party with three little girls.
Steve Head Canon #2 & 3
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Avengers
Summary: Just a list of my head canons for members of the Avengers and their friends. Short fics for each number will follow : )
Type / Pairings: Varied
Main characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE AVENGERS MOVIE AND OTHER MARVEL MOVIEVERSE MOVIES
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
1. Sometimes, when he’s not saving the world from Doombots, Loki’s latest attempt to take over the world or giant, rabid space ferrets, Steve likes to go down to the employee daycare of Stark Industries to help out.
Shortly after moving into the newly christened Avengers Tower, Steve found himself looking for something to do while not on a mission. He had tried helping with the clean-up efforts around the city, but people had recognized him and the ensuing media swarm had hampered the repairs. The only places he seemed to be able to avoid the press were S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Tower.
Everyone assured him that (eventually) things would calm down, but for now they simply had to wait things out.
So, while Tony and Bruce did inexplicably complex genius things, Natasha and Clint did spy things and Thor was off on Asgard, Steve roamed around the Tower. The normal office floors had been largely untouched by the battle and the day to day operations of Stark Industries went on.
The men and women of SI were friendly (though many were solely focused on whatever they were doing), so he was startled to hear the sound of children’s laughter as he walked one of the 2nd floor halls. Seconds later, a tiny, curly haired girl in pink overalls came barreling out of a door, moving as quickly as her little legs could carry her.
Acting on instinct, Steve reached down and scooped up the giggling toddler, who regarded him with wide, hazel eyes and chirped, “Hi!”
“Hi,” he replied, carrying her back to the room she’d exited and peering in to see what seemed to be a very large number of very small children and two harried care givers. Knocking lightly on the half door, which had swung closed after the little girl’s escape, Steve said, “Excuse me.”
One of the women looked over at his voice and said, “Hello…Miley! You escaped again?”
Reaching out to hand the girl over the door, Steve said, “She was running down the hall. Looks like things are pretty busy in here.”
“Miley’s our resident escape artist,” the young woman said, taking the girl from Steve’s arms and settling her on her hip. “Thanks for catching her. We’re a little swamped these days.”
“I can see that,” Steve replied. “Looks like you have your hands full.”
She took a deep breath. “Yeah, we’re helping with the overflow from the businesses damaged during the big fight, providing free daycare until they’re back up and running, but, despite hiring some extra help, there are a lot of kids!”
“Oh!” That would explain the chaos. “Can I help.”
She blinked. “Uh…aren’t you…?”
“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”
“Captain America?”
He nodded.
“You want to help us with the kids?”
“Why not?”
She stared for a moment and then shrugged. “Okay.”
And that was how Steve found himself reading stories to toddlers, finger painting with older children and discovered modern disposable diapers were probably created by a very subtle super villain. When he returned to the upper floors later that evening, it was Natasha who pointed to his shoulder and said, “Cap, you’ve got something on your shirt.”
He looked down and wrinkled his nose. “One of the babies spit up on me, I guess.”
“Babies?” Tony asked, peering at him like he thought Steve had gone crazy.
As he wiped at his shoulder with a damp cloth, Steve nodded. “I was helping out down at the daycare.”
That made everyone stare at him like he was volunteering for a suicide mission, but the next day, when he went back down to the daycare, he caught each of his team mates peeking in at him curiously…though only Tony was bold enough to gleefully snap pictures of him having a tea party with three little girls.
Steve Head Canon #2 & 3