Fandom: Marvel x Teen Wolf Crossover
Ships: Steve Rogers x Peter Hale
Plot: Steve and Peter have been dating over a year and Steve just found out his boyfriend is a werewolf. Can love endure?
Chapter One; Discovery
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Steve pulled into the driveway of his house, turning the engine off and sitting quietly. It was small, relatively speaking. It had three bedrooms [one was a study/library and the other was a guest room on the off-chance Natasha or one of the others stopped by], and two bathrooms. The living room and dining room were basically the same area and the kitchen was spacious but not huge like at Avengers Tower. He wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, and he hoped no one called him back into work at the Sheriff’s station where he’d been given a job over a year ago. He was still a bit stunned at what he’d seen, or rather who he’d seen change into something not quite as human. Getting out and making sure the door was locked, he took the steps up onto the porch and unlocked his front door. He’d heard enough of the things in Beacon Hills that he felt better leaving it locked if he was gone even for a minute. Walking in, he took the jacket he’d been wearing off and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of the small foyer, locking his door again. He moved to the couch, letting his body lay back across it as he stared at the ceiling. He just needed to take it in for a minute, wrap his head around everything that had just happened.
Apparently, Peter knew that.
Glancing at his phone, Steve hadn’t heard it ring once since he’d left the man the werewolf in the wooded area where Steve jogged after work. Peter was a werewolf, there was no denying that. But what Steve was having trouble understanding was why Peter wouldn’t have told them. Better yet, he was trying to figure out why it hadn’t truly bothered him despite the initial shock. He’d been living in Beacon Hills for well over a year now, closer to two years, been seeing Peter more than half that time. While Steve was a little bit disconcerted by the lack of information, he was also aware there were personal things similar to it that he had never told Peter. Starting with his real last name. Since meeting Peter, and subsequently the few Hales that remained of the man’s the wolf’s family, he had been known as Steven Grant, not Steven Rogers. He had needed the anonymity of not being recognized. Peter knew Steve was human but could heal fast, which looking back made more sense when Peter hadn’t been bothered by the suddenly missing gunshot wound Steve had gotten while breaking a drug sell. Things were being seen in new light on so many instances for Steve now, and he wasn’t sure why he liked it more than he was concerned. Like the time he’d been making Alfredo and Peter, who had a key after the two had been together almost six months, came over and immediately knew what kind Steve was cooking. There was also the time when Peter had known, without Steve having to say a word, that Steve was upset and had just held him close – which Steve had needed after the flashback. Thinking about it, Steve now wondered how he hadn’t put together that Peter wasn’t human. The entire relationship had been so comfortable and natural that Steve had just felt like he’d found his place. A real home that he felt he’d lost when he realized he couldn’t find Bucky, who was his only family left, although the “winter soldier” wasn’t his kin by blood.
Sitting up, he went to pour himself a glass of bourbon. He wasn’t the biggest fan of it, but right now he felt he needed the slight burn of the alcohol. It wouldn’t get him drunk because of the effects of the serum, and now that he thought about it, Steve noticed Peter had never been drunk once when they’d shared a bottle, but the action itself would hopefully calm him down. He slowly drank the glass, raising it to his lips every few minutes so as not to drink it too fast and end up downing an entire bottle on his own. After half an hour, he looked back at his phone, not sure how to take the silence from his boyfriend. It had been an hour and still there wasn’t even a text from the wolf he’d grown to adore so much that he knew he loved him. Looking down at his glass and then back over at the phone, he set the empty tumbler down and moved to pick up the device, unlocking the screen and dialing the number he had saved in his contacts, but knew by heart all the same. He waited for a few rings before the voice on the other end of the line made him smile.
“Hello?” Peter’s voice is normal in most aspects, but Steve briefly wondered if there was a sadness there as well.
“Peter, hey.” the super soldier said, smiling lightly. “Uhm, I know I kind of left you out there-”
“It’s okay. I should have told you.” Peter answered, making Steve give a half-laugh.
“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one.” he assured, nodding although Peter couldn’t see it. “I was wondering if you could come over. We, uh, we should talk.” There’s silence for what feels like an hour before Peter’s voice answered him.
“You want to see me right now?” he asked, his tone either confused or nervous. Steve can’t read Peter’s voice very well over the phone. He really just wanted to hold Peter and tell him that it was okay.
“Well, yeah. I can even cook something if you want.”
“I don’t think cooking will be necessary, Steve.” Peter replied. “I can be there in a few minutes.”
“I’ll be here.” Steve promised. The line hangs up on Peter’s end and Steve wonders if maybe he should have said something more than that. Something that held more meaning to it. Something like I love you.
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