Marvel Preferences and Imagines

Steve Rogers | My Hero

Character: Steve Rogers

Warnings: None

Word count: 1134

Requested by: MeredithN

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"Just one more, Y/N!" The nurse shouted over your screams and seconds later, your newborn was placed on your chest. "It's a boy." You were told. 

You couldn't hide your utter happiness as Steve, your husband of four years, knelt down beside you. "You did amazing," He muttered, looking down at your son with proud eyes. You smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. 

"I couldn't have done it without you," You said and he leaned into your touch. 

Months later, you discovered red, ring-like rashes on your son's arms. You found him in his nursery breathing with trouble.  "Steve?" You called out panicked. "Steve!" 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Your husband rushed into your son's nursery and saw you cradling Jamie, your son. 

"What is happening to him?" You asked him, tears in your eyes. 

"We need to get him to a hospital." Steve instantly recognized the rashes and rushed the both of you to the nearest hospital. 

Your baby was examined and hours later, the doctors came to the conclusion that your son was suffering from rheumatic fever, scarlet fever, and sinusitis. All of those were health issues that Steve suffered from before he became Captain America. 

Days later, high blood pressure was added to that list.

When Jamie was seven years old and at school, you were at home, working on your laptop. The phone rang, breaking you from your train of thoughts. You got up and strutted to the phone. "This is Y/N Rogers," You chimed, still loving the sound of Steve's last name, even after eleven years of marriage.

"Y/N, you need to get to school now, I think Jamie is having an asthma attack!" Jamie's teacher shouted in your ear and your eyes grew. 

"Okay, I'll be there in a few." You hung up, grabbed Jamie's inhaler that he got for his sinusitis and rushed to school. You pushed aside the children surrounding your son and knelt down in front of him. "Jamie, take this," You sternly told him and he weakly used it. 

Slowly, his breathing pattern steadied again. "I'm taking you to the hospital, okay?" You softly said, running your fingers through his hair. He nodded and held out his arms to you. You lifted him off the ground and sent the teacher an apologetic smile. 

"Can dad come too?" Jamie asked softly. 

"Yes, of course, I'll call him in the car," You answered as you walked up to the vehicle. Your son clambered onto the passenger seat and zipped up his blue Captain America hoodie before hugging himself as a shiver ran through his body. "Are you cold again?" You asked softly. 

"Yeah, I've been cold the entire day," He replied. It had been 80 degrees all day. You blew some air through your nose before dialing Steve's number. 

"Hey, honey," His cheerful voice chimed. 

"Hey, I'm off to the hospital with Jamie because he had an asthma attack. He really wants you to be there," You told him. 

"Okay, I'm on my way," He said before he hung up the phone. 

In the meantime, you had arrived at the hospital. You checked Jamie in at the front desk and waited for Steve to arrive. Jamie sat on your lap as you read him one of the books that the hospital offered. 

"Y/N?" Steve's voice called and soon, your eyes locked with his. He rushed up to you and knelt down in front of you. Jamie's eyes instantly lit up. "Jamie, are you okay?" He asked your son. 

"I'm okay, dad," Jamie said and reached out his hands to his father. Steve gladly took his son in his arms. 

"Jamie Rogers?" One of the nurses called through the waiting room and you got to your feet, following your son and husband. You sat down in the familiar doctor's office and waited patiently for doctor Ferrell. 

"Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. And here I was, thinking you were okay on your own," The cheerful voice of doctor Ferrell said as he entered the office. He sat down on his side of the desk and placed his hands over the thick file that belonged to Jamie. 

"His teacher said he had an asthma attack during gym class at school. He started having trouble breathing before he started hyperventilating," You explained, quoting the teacher's words. Doctor Ferrell nodded along as he scribbled unreadable notes on a notepad. 

He then brought Jamie to the examination table and listened to his lungs and heart. He checked Jamie's blood pressure and came to the conclusion that everything had gotten worse.

"I think it's smart to double his doses in the inhaler and no more gym class or any physical activity for that matter, not that he really needs it," Doctor Ferrell stated. He was right, Jamie had grown quite scrawny the last few months. 

"But I like gym class," Jamie pouted. 

"I'm sorry, Jamie, it's for your own health." Steve ran his hand over Jamie's head. Jamie nodded and leaned into his father's chest. 

"Captain America didn't need gym class anyway," Jamie then muttered, bringing a smile to your face. 

"Thank you, doctor, I don't know what I would do without you." You shook the doctor's hand. 

"Don't worry about it, it's my job after all," Doctor Ferrell shrugged playfully and you chuckled. Steve also thanked the man before you exited the hospital. 

As soon as you were home, Steve changed Jamie into his pajamas and took him to your bedroom where he spent the rest of the afternoon watching cartoons. Luckily, Jamie's cold had vanished. 

You called them when you were done preparing dinner and sat down at the table. You were scooping chicken soup in Jamie's bowl when he spoke up again. "Someone at school today said I should be angry at you, dad." 

Steve looked at him with a frown. "For what?" 

"For giving me all of these health issues," Jamie muttered softly. 

"But-" 

"I'm not angry," Jamie said, looking up from his bowl. "I know dad struggled with them too when he was younger, I saw that at the Smithsonian when we went there with school." 

You smiled softly. "I'm so proud of you, Jamie." 

By the time you all had finished your dinner, it was time for Jamie to go to bed. You did the dishes while Steve read your son a story, and soon, you joined them. 

But as you walked up to his room, you stopped as you heard what Steve was telling him, war stories from the forties.  

Jamie might have health issues, but he would make it through, just like his father did. 

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I hope you enjoyed it, I loved your request but I had no time to write it. So, sorry that it took so long.