First of all, Peter Parker is the best dad ever.

He knows what it’s like to grow up without a dad and makes sure he is always there for his kid.

Literally always.

“Peter, you don’t need to take a picture every single time she throws her Cheerios.” You’d remind him on a daily basis as he snapped photos of your chapter with Cheerios stuck to her chin.

“Buts she’s so cuteeeee.” Peter would whine as he’d continue to take pictures.

Your baby girls name is June, inspired by her birthday, and also paying homage to May. She had Peters brown eyes, your color hair, and a sweet face that was a perfect blend of the two of you.

Oh, and she was cute.

Really cute. Like “people stop me in the street to tell me how cute my baby is” cute.

Peter had thought you were the most beautiful being to walk the planet until the minute he laid eyes on June. You were now the second most beautiful being, but you didn’t mind.

Peter calls her “June Bug”, and other related nicknames.

“Buggy, can you walk to daddy?” Peter would ask with hope in his voice. “Buggy” had been the first nickame she responded to. You’d try to tell Peter to ease up on the nicknames, fearing she’d never learn her actual name, but Peter informed you that that rule only applied to dogs.

But June was one now and still not walking or talking. One year olds take their first steps between 9 and 12 months, and June was 13 months.

You and Peter were worried to say the least.

You had been able to celebrate all of June’s milestones so far, first blinking back, first haircut, first tooth. Tony even threw a party for the first time she rolled over. But now she wasn’t walking or talking and you and Peter (especially Peter) were wondering if something was wrong. It’s not that she didn’t try. June would stand up, wobble for a bit, and then sit back down on that ground. Every time it happened, you and Peter felt defeated.

“Can you walk to daddy? Please, my little June Bug? Walk to daddy.” Peter would beg his baby girl day after day. June would just smile at Peter and continue slapping the ground. Peter was growing disheartened.

“Tony said Morgan was already saying “run me my check” by the time she was 10 months old.” Peter whined as he climbed into your shared bed.

“She’ll talk when she’s ready to talk.” You’d always reply. You had to be the reasonable one, but deep down you were just as worried. Was there something wrong with your baby girl? You even lied to your dad and told him she was walking and talking already.

Speaking of Steve, your dad was finally coming home from Wakanda after visiting Bucky for a few months. He was excited to see his granddaughter, but you were dreading him coming. You were nervous about him seeing that June wasn’t walking nor talking. You felt like you failed as a parent and you didn’t want your dad to see.

Right as your dad walked through the door, Steve knew something was bothering you. He knew his daughter well enough to know when she was upset.

You and Peter greeted him at your door and set his bags down. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and firmly shook Peters hand.

“Where’s my little super soilder?” Steve asked as he rubbed his hands together, in true dad fashion.

“She’s napping but I’ll go get her.” You said, dreading the moment your dad found out the truth. You took your time waking her up and changing her recently changed diaper.

“Taking care of my daughter for me, Queens?” Steve asked Peter when you left the room. Peter shook his head.

“Please.” Peter laughed. “She’s takes care of me.”

Steve smirked. “Good answer.”

Steve would never admit it, but he loved Peter. He was the only man suited for his little girl. He knew Peter treated you like royalty and he couldn’t ask for a better son in law.

You came back in the room and set June down on the ground. You felt your heartbeat quicken.

“Junie, go see grandpa.” You cooed.

June began to crawl towards Steve, who knelt to the ground with open arms.

“Come here baby girl.” Steve smiled sweetly.

You and Peter watched as June painstakingly crawled towards Steve, worrying your bottom lip the entire time. Right as you were about to make up and excuse as to why she wasn’t walking, something fell out of Steve’s pocket. It was a vibranium bracelet from Wakanda.

“Oops, sorry. Bucky gave me that so we could keep in touch.” Steve explained, reaching for the bracelet. 

“Pretty!” June exclaimed.

She got up on her two little legs and stumbled towards the beads. Luckily, she wasn’t too far from Steve. She took three steps before collapsing in his arms and wrapping her little fingers around the bracelet.

Three whole steps

And said words.

Words!

Okay,one word.

You and Peter nearly died on the spot.

“She can walk!” Peter cheered.

“She can talk! You cried.

“Could she not do that before?” Steve asked, confused by both your reactions. June was too busy tugging on Steve’s hair to notice her proud parents.

“Buggy! You did it!” Peter scooped her out of Steve’s arms and covered her face in kisses.

“I’m a little lost.” Steve said as he stood up and rubbed your shoulder.

“June just took her first steps and said her first words.” You said proudly. A tear slipped from your eye, watching your husband worship at your daughters, now walking, feet.

“I thought you told me she took her first steps last month.” Steve wondered.

“I know. I was just kinda embarrassed that she hadn’t yet, so I lied. Peter and I have really worried and I…I kinda felt like I failed. You know, as a parent.” You admitted to your father.

Meanwhile, Peter was tossing your daughter up and down and praising her every move.

“Why did that make you feel like you failed?” Steve asked you curiously.

“Because you did such a good job raising me and I couldn’t even get my daughter to take a step.” You said sadly. 

“That’s not failing.” Steve stated/ “I would know.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Did you know you didn’t walk for 16 months?” Steve looked at you fondly with a kind, fatherly smile.

“16?”

“And your first word was at 18 months.” He continued

“I never knew that.” you replied.

“Because I never told you. Parenting isn’t always easy. Some things take longer than others. But it’s moments like that,” Steve nodded towards Peter, who was spinning June around like and airplane while singing “My Girl” off key, “that make it all worth it.”

“I never would’ve guessed. I only remember you being the greatest dad ever.” You told your dad with a thoughtful smile.

“That’s because I was.” Steve remarked with a smirk.

Cue father daughter bonding moment.

“And here I was thinking I failed.” You laughed, thinking of how much you had worried for nothing.

“You’re a Roger. You know what that means?” Steve turned to you.

“Tell me.” You smile.

“It means that even when we fail, we get back up. Just like June.” Steve looked over at June, who was standing and taking tiny steps into Peters open arms.

Peter was fully sobbing, by the way.

And every time she fell, she got right back up.

You spent the rest of the day sitting in a triangle, you, Peter, and Steve, letting June walk to each of you and drawing words out of her. (Her favorite word was “daddy”, much to Peters liking)

“Say “web”.” Peter called as June fell into his arms.

“Wub.” June answered.

“Say “spider”!” Peter squeaked out excitedly.

“iyer.” June giggled.

“Beautiful. Amazing. Outstanding. Never been done before.” Peter said with tears in his eyes.

“Junie, say “mommy” for me.” You chimed in.

“Ma Ma.” June clapped her hands.

“Can you say “grandpa”? Can you say that for me pretty girl?” Steve asked in a baby voice. It was a sight to see. Caption America, talking like a toddler.

“bampa.” June smiled

“Close enough!” Steve cheered.

“Are you tired of this yet? We’ve been watching a one year old walk for three hours straight?” You asked your father with a laugh as June stumbled into his arms for the millionth time that day.

“Please.” Steve replied as he cuddled June into his broad chest. “I could do this all day.”