AN: Jessica's outfit is up top.

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Jessica stared at Cali with a slight apprehensive glare, eyes meeting Chess and Sylvi's to get a second opinion on what the blonde had previously said.

"No bra?" She criticized their praise, looking back to Cali, who was holding a green jumpsuit with a deep V cut, "I don't want to be busting out."

Chess smirked from her spot on Jessica and Steve's shared bed, saying, "I wouldn't be complaining."

"I wouldn't either," Sylvi winked toward Jess before glancing to Cali, "Blondie?"

Cali wrinkled her nose, "Why do you think I suggested it? Plus, Steve would die."

"Steve faints at everything," Jessica began pacing, "The first time we had sex on our wedding night I had to do most of the work. Try losing your virginity to Captain America on top."

Chess gave her a look of disgust and whispered, "Ew. Why would I want to do that? I like women."

"Me, too," Sylvi and Cali spoke in unison, the trio on the bed laughing at Jessica who only deadpanned.

"I don't even know where he is taking me," The redhead announced, "What if it's too much?"

Sylvi shrugged, "It's not. We checked. He thought you would want some help, so he told us where you were going."

"He knows me too well," Jessica couldn't help but scoff, a smile playing at her lips.

She looked back to them, crossing her arms over her chest, "Okay, if you say so. But I want your honest opinion when I come back."

"Yes, Dr. Rogers," Sylvi smirked, watching as Jessica grabbed the hanger from Cali.

Jessica chuckled, walking to the bathroom as she called over her shoulder, "You know, I'm not actually a doctor. It was Peggy Carter's idea to call me doctor since I took over."

"Who was even the first women doctor in the United States?" Cali questioned, picking at her nails.

"Elizabeth Blackwell in 1849," Jessica yelled from the bathroom, tugging off her clothes, "She was blocked from practicing at any hospital or clinic in New York City, so, in order to apply her medical education, she opened her own clinic for impoverished women. Then, she joined with two other women doctors to expand the clinic, creating the New York Infirmary for Women and Children in 1857."

Jessica moved her hair over her shoulders as she opened the door after changing, walking directly to the mirror to look at herself while she spoke without a pause.

"Blackwell was the third of nine children of Hannah Lane and Samuel Blackwell, a sugar refiner, Quaker, and anti-slavery activist. Her family and relatives were practically famous. Her brother Henry was a well-known abolitionist and women's suffrage supporter who married the women's rights activist, Lucy Stone."

She smoothed out her outfit, turning over her shoulder to see what she looked like from the back.

"Her sister, Emily, followed her into medicine and her sister-in-law, Antoinette Brown Blackwell, was the first ordained female minister in a mainstream Protestant denomination," Jessica finished, giving herself a light smile at her appearance before she turned around.

She gave everyone a smile, "She opened a medical college in New York City in 1868. Then a year later, she put her sister in charge and returned permanently to London, being a Bristol born gal. In 1875, she became a professor of gynecology at the new London School of Medicine for Women. She also helped found the National Health Society and published several books. One of the things that inspired me to become a nurse, alongside Sarah Rogers."

It was then when she noticed everyone's astonished looks, all three women leaning toward her with their mouth's slightly agape. She furrowed her brow.

"What?"

Cali was the first to gulp, her surprisingly deep voice holding a rasp, "Um, I hate to objectify you as we talk about women's rights and all... but please fuck me?"

"I have to say, listening to you talk nonchalantly about it all and then looking like that made it really hot in here," Sylvi nodded, waving herself with a hand to prove her point, "I had to remind myself of Bruce."

Jessica shook her head, a light blush crossing her cheeks, "History buff, I suppose."

"Sexy and smart," Chess' cheeks were warm, "Where have you been all my life?"

The women chuckled and Cali said, "We need to test your IQ again. Seriously. I guarantee you are smarter than Tony."

"I'm his daughter and I'm telling you that you are," Chess muttered, making Jess roll her eyes.

"I'll let you all test me if we can change the topic of my brain and go onto how my boobs look in this..."

She trailed off, blinking as she whispered, "Wow, I never thought I would say that.

The women let out a laugh and Jessica put her hands out as if she was posing, "What is the consensus? I saw some speechless looks."

Chess smirked, "If Steve dies at the sight of you, I call dibs."

"What?!" Cali screeched through everyone's heads, a pout forming on her lips, "You have Natasha!"

"We have been together for six years and she hasn't told me she loves me yet, only comes home when she wants sex and says she can't make our relationship official because people will come after me."

Jessica sighed, going over and leaning toward Chess to gasp onto her hand, "I'm so sorry, honey. She doesn't realize what she's missing. I've only known you for, like, two-and-a-half weeks, or so, and I know you're perfect."

"You're really sweet," Chess' cheeks grew as red as Jessica's hair, her eyes shaking to not advert themselves lower, "But if you don't straighten up I won't be able to control the raging lesbian that is trying to crawl out and grab your chest."

Jessica straightened with a surprised, mirthful curl of her lips, failing to suppress her laughter as Cali's head fell into Sylvi's lap with a deep chortle. Chess blushed and simply shrugged.

"You know you were both thinking it," She whispered with a hiss, "Shut up."

Everyone chuckles lightened and Jessica playfully rolled her eyes, saying, "You all are so infatuated. I suppose this means that Steve will like it?"

Several versions of their answers echoed through the air until Cali stood, hands moving rapidly as she signed, "Hair and makeup time, ladies. We will teach you all our tricks. I have to assume things have changed from the forties."

"Well, mascara isn't a cream or a block anymore, so, yes," Jessica shook her head, chuckling under her breath, "We had to ration everything when the men were out to war and we had to begin working in the factories. I never really wore any besides a light blush, mascara and lipstick. The ingredients scared me even back then."

Sylvi hummed, "All I have to say, kudos to you for not plucking your eyebrows as thin as could be. Or made them round."

"I got so much shit about that from my mother," Jessica rolled her eyes with a huff, going to sit down at the vanity where all the makeup they had bought for her was placed neatly, "Women like Clara Bow dominated the twenties when I was growing up, then Merle Oberon and Billie Holiday in the thirties. When Joan Crawford set the trend in the forties? Her heavier brows became a trademark. It was beautiful."

Cali came up behind Jessica and rested her hands on her shoulders, looking at her through the mirror, "You really are something, Jess. Listening to you... I can see how passionate about things you are. Have you thought about going back to school, or something?"

"Oh, god," Jessica blushed as Cali brushed her hair behind her ears, "I don't know about that, honestly. We are still waiting to sign the paperwork for my pardon, I'm lucky I am even able to leave the tower. Steve is held accountable for my actions."

"That's ridiculous," Chess rolled her eyes, "You were being tortured and held prisoner. Same as with Bucky."

Jessica looked down at the mention of her friend's name, the red polish she had painted on her fingertips tapping on her thigh. The women noticed this and Cali squeezed her shoulders.

"Hey? He's going to be okay. He's a smart guy."

"I just... I miss him. I wish I knew where he is."

Sylvi nodded, "What do you think he's doing?"

"Self-loathing," Jessica let out a chuckle through her nose, looking up slightly into the mirror, "Us Pisces are notorious for that. I just wish I could have helped him more."

"More?" Chess questioned, brow furrowing. Jess simply nodded, "Yeah, I brought his memories back before I did mine."

The girls were silent for a moment before Sylvi stood, saying, "What? We need to find him then."

"No," Jessica shook her head, eyes wide, "He has done far more missions than I have. I'm only getting pardoned because I never killed civilians. Mother nature knows what they would put him through. Please, you all can't tell anyone."

"Okay," Chess gave her a light smile, Sylvi and her going behind Cali and Jess, "We won't say anything."

Jessica gave them a warm, thankful smile, "Thank you. He's tired of fighting. I don't want him behind held back for the rest of his life anymore. Especially if it was for something out of his control. It's why I told him to leave and stayed behind."

Everyone nodded and Jessica did the same, the four seemingly going into a quiet understanding that this conversation could never leave the room.

Twenty minutes later, after Chess worked on Jessica's makeup, Sylvi choosing her shoes and jewelry and Cali on her hair, the redhead was ready for her date with Steve.

A knock was heard at the door when Cali unplugged the curling iron, Jessica calling out for the person to come in. A smile graced Sylvi's lips when Bruce Banner walked into the room, the man walking directly toward her.

He timidly wrapped an arm around the blonde's waist, kissing her temple before looking to Jessica, who was still sitting on the chair in front of the vanity.

Bruce's eyes widened a bit, a friendly smile crossing his features as he politely said, "Wow, Dr. Rogers, you look beautiful."

"Doesn't she?" Sylvi smirked, "She's going to take the breath away from Steve."

Bruce chuckled, "You definitely are."

Jessica wrinkled her nose and stood, Cali standing behind her and twirling her curls between her fingers, "You're too sweet, both of you. And, Dr. Banner, please call me Jessica or Jess. I haven't properly earned the title of doctor, while you have numerous times. It is not fair."

"I'll keep that in mind," Bruce nodded, a light smile creasing his eyes. Chess stood from the edge of the bed, saying, "We have been trying to convince her to get her doctorate."

Jessica rolled her eyes playfully, "What would I even get it in?"

"What about naturopathic medicine?" Bruce whispered, being in thought for a moment, "It uses natural remedies, therapies, herbs, massage, acupuncture and nutritional counseling. You would be able to include spiritual meditation with crystals as well."

Jessica gave him an impressed look, "Wow, you  really did read about me."

"I like reading," Bruce blushed, "I think it would be perfect for you. Then you can always minor in something else."

"Women's studies," Cali immediately signed, "You are so passionate about it. Hell, they talk about you in women's studies."

Jessica furrowed her brow, "They do?"

"First known women superhero who fought alongside Captain fucking America?" Chess laughed, "Of course they do. You fought for everyone, didn't you?"

Jessica smiled, "Everyone is equal and free. We are all the same."

Sylvi wrinkled her nose, "I say go for it."

"Maybe one day, Steve was telling me that super college is expensive as we passed by NYU," Jessica explained.

Bruce nodded, "Well, if we test your IQ again, there are scholarships just based off that for you alone. Your genius status will help that. Plus, your name might help just a little. Tony's will, too."

"Yours would, too," Sylvi smacked his chest lightly, "You forget who you are, Dr. Banner."

Everyone nodded and Jessica smiled, saying, "She's right. And thank you, I will have to look into that. Now, shall I go show Steve what we chose?"

Chess and Cali stayed besides Jessica as Sylvi and Bruce left the room first, their hands intertwined between them. The small blonde woman began to walk faster at the sound of Layla and Lennon, her twins, screaming, Jessica and Chess following quickly.

The redhead laughed as they entered the main sitting room, seeing Lennon sitting on Steve's foot while he clumped around. Layla had both arms around the blond man's neck, Steve not holding onto her as she hung from him.

Jessica smiled at the sight, her lips not reaching her ears in a full happy grin. Her heart clenched in her chest, hand instinctively going to her lower abdomen as she felt grief and guilt flood her.

Steve would have been such a good father.

She was taken from her thoughts as Steve looked up at her, eyes growing large when he stopped walking. Lennon turned on Steve's foot and let out a light gasp, Layla tilting her head back as she continued to cling onto Steve.

Lennon and Layla got off of Steve, running over to the elemental witch, who immediately knelt down on her heels to their height. The children hugged her quickly, Jessica wrapping her arms around the children.

"Hello, little ducks," She wrinkled her nose, pulling back as Layla held her arms around her neck.

Layla's hands tangled themselves in Jessica's hair as she said, "Auntie Jess, you look so pretty. You look like The Little Mermaid."

Jessica chuckled, "Like Hans Christian Anderson?"

"No," Layla pouted, strawberry pink lips puckered, "Like Disney."

Jessica hummed, looking between Lennon and his sister, "What does she look like? I read the book, but I haven't seen the movie."

"Auntie!" Lennon's jaw dropped, "You have to watch it! Ariel is so beautiful with her red hair. Her tail is even green."

Jessica laughed as she said, "Well, then I guess we will have to watch it together. How does that sound?"

"Can uncle Steve watch it with us?" Lennon questioned, turning in Jessica's arms to face the man, who was looking down at the trio with a bright smile.

The redheaded woman wrinkled her nose toward Steve, green eyes bright, "I'm sure I could get him to do it if I asked really nicely."

"Amongst other things," A new voice was heard, everyone turning to see Tony Stark with his eyes looking Jessica up and down

Steve rolled his eyes as Jessica stood, wrapping her arm around his waist while Layla and Lennon placed themselves by their feet.

"Tony, always a pleasure to hear you flirt with my wife," Steve gave him a curt nod.

"Well, what can I say, Capsicle, she makes my heart burn."

Steve hardened a bit, "She'll actually burn you if you aren't careful."

Jessica hid her smirk with a bite of her lip, feeling as Steve squeezed her hip harder than normal.

It was fun to see Steve jealous.

"Okay, boys, let's settle down," Cali rolled her eyes, speaking to everyone through their minds, "Chess, Syl and I didn't spend all this time getting jaybird ready for her to not go on a date."

Jessica nodded, "Yes, please. I haven't been on a date since 1943."

"Wait, didn't you both disappear in 1945?" Bruce questioned, causing Jessica to chuckle as Steve said, "Well, yeah, but we were a little preoccupied. Saving the world and everything."

"Fun times," Jessica smirked before turning to her husband, "Shall we?"

Steve gave her a smile, moving to give her his arm, "We shall."

Jessica hooked her arm under his, hand resting on his forearm in the proper position said appropriate long ago. She gave everyone a smile, waving to them as they stepped onto the elevator.

Cali and Sylvi winked to her before the door shut, Jessica rolling her eyes at their anticipation for her details the following day.

She turned to Steve as the elevator dinged, saying, "Your plans?"

"Fancy dinner and a stroll?"

She grinned, "You know, I don't need fancy."

"But you deserve it."

Soon, the pair was walking into a restaurant in the heart of Midtown Manhattan, Jessica's eyes widening as they entered the glass doors.

She squeezed Steve's arm at the sight of the chandelier and many people in suits and designer gowns, "Hero, this is really fancy."

"Is that bad?"

Jessica shrugged slightly, curling into his side, "Not necessarily, it's just a lot of people."

Steve was quiet for a moment before he smiled down at her, lips brushing against her forehead as she looked to the hostess, "Did you want to go somewhere else?"

"Oh, no," Jessica shook her head, meeting his blue eyes that matched his dress shirt that was rolled three-quarters of the way up, "I don't want to ruin your date. You planned this and it's so beautiful."

"Actually," He winced, whispering, "It was Tony."

Jessica let out a snort, covering her mouth as the people sitting waiting for a table all turned to her. Her green eyes were focused on Steve's as she nodded, the man immediately turning them around.

She laughed as Steve began running slightly, pulling her along like a child in her green heels.

"Where are we going?"

"Tom's?"

Jessica let out a groan, nodding her head quickly as they sped up slightly, "Oh, god, yes."

The thought of the small diner made Jessica's heart swell. It had been the one they went to on their first date, after Steve's first USO show.

Twenty-three minutes and an expensive cab ride later, Jessica and Steve were sitting in a booth in the small diner that had been there since 1936, a warm smile on their faces.

"I can't believe this place is still here," Jessica gushed, fingers dancing along the plastic menu, "Though, it's changed a bit, the smell of hotcakes still warm my soul."

Steve chuckled, "I ate here after I came out of the ice, before I made my way to D.C.."

"Why did you?" Jessica questioned, placing her elbows on the table, "Go to D.C. I mean."

Steve leaned back slightly in the booth they were sitting in, Jessica giving him a soft look as she grasped onto his hand that was laying on the table.

"It just didn't seem right," Steve let out a long sigh, voice fragile, "Being here in Brooklyn. New York for that matter. I didn't really know what to do, so I put myself into my work with SHIELD. When I found out Peggy helped found it, I couldn't not."

Jessica nodded gently, voice easy, "I understand that. It's like..."

She trailed off, thinking for a moment before nodding to herself, as though she had found the right word.

"It's like knowing that you aren't welcomed, not home. Everything seems foreign and uneasy as if a change of environment will be the thing that breaks you. All of it seems too much and overwhelming," Jessica finally answered, earning a nod from her husband.

He squeezed her hand tenderly, running his thumb over the top of it as stared into her eyes, whispering, "Homesick. I was homesick."

"I was, too," Jessica nodded, pursing her lips as she matched his tone, "But we're home now. Nothing is going to change that."

The conversation ended when a young waitress took the pair's orders, Jessica letting Steve order for her as he already knew what she always got.

Cranberry pancakes with a side of eggs and a bowl of blueberries.

Though she had surprised him with the choice of drink, swapping her usual lemonade for their cherry lime Ricky, she was still the same woman he remembered. Every laugh and small touch, nose wrinkle and use of what he would call inappropriate language.

She was his Jessica.

Which means he wasn't taken back when she spoke with her mouth slightly full, syrup on her red stained lip as she pointed her fork toward his chest.

"You know," She swallowed her food, tongue poking out to clean her lips, "I don't know how you come to Tom's and order a bacon cheeseburger. Their breakfast is immaculate."

Steve rolled his eyes playfully, poking her fork with his, "You just don't like bacon. Which I still find incredibly strange, by the way."

"Hey," Jessica laughed, putting her hands in the air, "I'm not saying it doesn't smell good. You know I only eat chicken, no other meat."

"Not even bacon?" Steve tried, holding his bitten burger toward her, "Come on, it's bacon, Brooklyn baby."

Jessica chuckled as she pushed away his hand with her fork, swiping a blueberry into her mouth, "Not even bacon, pretty boy. No matter how hard you try to get me to try it."

Steve let out a long sigh, lightheartedness in his voice, "Oh, well. At least I could tell the world I tried."

"Steve Rogers, forever known as the man who couldn't get his wife to eat bacon," She wrinkled her nose, a slight Brooklyn accent escaping her lips, "Whatever will you do?"

"Not going to lie, it's a low blow," Steve faked a wince, putting his hand above his heart, "But I think I will recover."

Jessica gave him a light smile, fork lightly tapping the plate as she wavered for a moment, "Good. I need you by my side."

"I need you, too."

The two quickly finished their dinner, Steve having paid. The two were walking down the street of Washington Avenue in peace, Jessica's head laying on Steve's shoulder as his arm was wrapped around her waist.

His fingers hit her skin, her sides being exposed making him say, "You know, I like this."

"What?" Jessica asked, earning a slight pinch on her skin. She blushed lightly, smirking up at him, "Oh? Captain America isn't jealous?"

Steve shrugged, "With Tony, yes. Everyone else? I'm not too worried."

"I would be more worried about the other Stark if I were you," Jessica teased, winking lightly, "Tony is too much like Howard in that way. You have nothing to be worried about."

Steve let out a small laugh as they walked through crowds of people, saying, "So, Chess, huh?"

"I mean, you did kiss Natasha," Jessica pointed out, "Why not?"

"I didn't like it, if you were wondering."

Jessica slowed and Steve stopped after a moment as she grasped onto his hand, leaning against the gate to the Dr. Ronald McNair Park. Her fingers found his belt and she held him close, all while watching him.

"No?"

Steve blushed at her fingers running up his shirt, "No. I didn't."

"Good," Jessica smirked, pulling him closer so they were chest to chest against the gate, "You're mine."

"I definitely am."

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and bent Jessica back across his arm, kissing her softly at first, but as her mouth moved against him with a swift gradation of intensity, he deepened the kiss making it to where she clung to him as though she was dizzy. The man's kiss was urgent, dire on parting her shaking lips as he lifted her off her toes to show her that she was the only one for him.

The pair was breathless as Steve pulled back minutes later, a light complaint leaving Jessica's lips when he did so. She gripped onto the hair at the nape of his neck, eyes closed all the while pulling him back down to her lips again.

Jessica's lips moved against his harshly, the familiar electric spark coursing through their bodies as they kissed. The woman pushed every ounce of love she had for her husband into it as she felt a deep vibration twitch through Steve, fingers pressing into her skin deep enough to leave bruises.

Steve's lips twitched as he pulled her back to him, leaning down once more before kissing her softly, tracing to the corner of her mouth as he whispered, "I love you, Jessica Lynne."

Jessica reached up and kissed the man for a few seconds before they pulled back, causing her to say, "I love you, Steve."

The redheaded green witch licked her lips for a moment, eyes on Steve's as she murmured, "Take me home, Steve."

She watched as Steve's eyes practically darkened by two shades, his grip on her tighter under the street lamp, "Take you home, take you home, or... take you home, take you home?"

"I think you know," Jessica smirked, fingers tightly holding onto his hair.

"Then, Mrs. Rogers, I'm taking you home."

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AN: I know you some of you so mad at me for not including the smut lol.

Is that something you guys would want to see? I can write it (I won't promise it's good though).

Let me know in the comments!