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"I'm not a child anymore!" your voice rang out, echoing into the halls of the Stark Tower.

Steve sighed, shaking his head. He know you were no longer a child; in fact, you were a young adult. But in his mind, you would always be his little girl, his princess.
When he learned you enlisted into the Army as an act-of-duty soldier, he was proud! He was happy you decided to go into the military, but it tore him inside when you left for Iraq for about a whole year. He would constantly send you letters, call you when he had the chance, Skype with you. But even when he heard your voice, saw your face, and read your handwriting--he still wasn't satisfied. He know what it was like on the battlefield, it haunts his dreams. But the thought of you being fired at, or possible captured, torched, violated, killed--it made his blood boil, his mind race, and his heart ace in fear. He loved you like any other father, and he wanted you safe, feed and warm.
You joining the Army was hard enough on the Super Soldier. Hell, it was hard on everyone (Nat, Clint, Bruce, Tony, and Thor). But when you came up to him and told him you were offered a job as a SHIELD agent, Steve had went straight to the Directories desk and unleashed his wrath upon Fury’s desk. “[Y/N] will not become one of your agents!” Steve had yelled, “She is my daughter! She could be killed!”
Fury had tried to reason with the Caption, but Steve wouldn't have it. He waved his hand and dismissed himself from Fury’s office, slamming the door hard enough to create cracks in the door and wall surroundings it. The man was not happy.
“You're still my daughter! And I'm still your father! And I said no!” Steve yelled back, his patient's was already thin, and he was no longer the nice and gentle Steve everyone know him for.
You scuffed, rolling your dark [Eye Color] orbs, irritation and frustration clear as day. “Dad, I can do this! I'm not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself.” you spoke, your words softer as you tried to convince the protective male to agree with you.
“It's too dangerous, [Y/N]!” Steve protested, not letting himself give in.
“And it wasn't out their?” you argued, pointing your finger out into the distance. Steve sighed, yes, Iraq was dangerous. But you were more safer in the hands of you fellow comrades then a group working with the Government that even Steve didn't trust. “I can do this! I’ve trained for this my whole life! I can help you dad, we can stop Hydra together--”
“Their is no ‘we', [Y/N]. You're not joining SHIELD! And that’s final.” Steve said, his arms that were folded along his chest grew tighter. His face slightly red from his outburst, his blonde locks slightly disoriented.
“Why?” you pressed, “Why can't you let me do what I want to do?” you harshly whispered, your throat sore from the arguing you have been doing. “Why can't I join SHIELD!?”
“Because I don't want to lose you! Not like your mother!”
The room fell silent. Steve sighed, closing his eyes he ran a hand down his face. He felt his chest tighten once more with pain and anxiety.The atmosphere became heavy as the father told his true fears to his only child, his only daughter.
You looked at your father, astonished, yet you were expecting it, and at the same time you weren’t. You know he wanted you safe, but you were in danger no matter what. Your last name already giving you a bounty on your head (by Hydra) since birth.
“And I don’t want to lose you…” you whispered, looking up at your father. It was true, every time you watched the soldier go off on a mission against anything, you feared for his life. You even cried when you were younger, you were scared. You already lost your mother, you didn't want to lose your father too. “Let me help you, dad… Please…”
You took a step forward, and Steve didn't move, he just looked down at you. You took another step and you were in front of the American man you called “dad”. You both looked at each other, and Steve swore he saw something flash in your eyes, something that reminded him to much of your mother, [Mother Name]. Steve let out a deep sigh, looking away from you.
“I’m sorry, [Y/N]... But I’m not going to willingly put you in harm's way. You mean too much to me…”
You said nothing, not a single word of protest or showed a sign to argue further on the matter. Just as Steve believed you to be angry with him and walk away, to slam your door and ignore him for weeks, but no. You stood their, looking up at him.
The Super Soldier open his mouth to ask if you were alright, but he felt two small arms pull him into a tight embrace. He felt your head lean against his chest, your head resting over his heart. Your eyes closed and your lips pressed in a firm line. You stood there, hugging him.
“I won’t get hurt, dad. I’ll be safe, here, with everyone. I promise… I won’t leave.”