#i need to write more but im currently creatively constipated

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A/n: the og idea was by @desitonystark , I just genderbent Tony. Also this was partially inspired by shubh mangal saavdhan

He doesn't really think of any other name when Ma suggests it.

It's a casual conversation, but she's been dropping hints she expects grandchildren before she turns 60. It's far away, but then again, so are his marriage prospects.

He's barely started earning enough to not blow it all over the weekend. Marriages are still a rare thing for his generation.

Right?

"Your friend from school, Nathan, he also got married." She drops the peas into the huge bowl and dumps the pod on the ever growing pile. He's back for Diwali, before he dives back into the bustle of Bombay. Concern for him is apparent on her face.

"And Stuti, too, I went to her engagement last week. All my cousins are asking when they'll get to attend yours."

"Ma, please."

"Oho, am I dragging you to the altar? Just start meeting people, if nothing. Send them prospectives."

Steve hums nonchalantly and grabs a few peas too. She does have a point.

~

Maria often imagines what Howard would say about Toni if he were still alive.

She resembled him more than her in that strong jaw and determinate nature of hers. Thankfully the anger she had apparently skipped out on.

Or so she thought until she heard her anguished wail. Maria had thought to merely mention the rishta the Rogers family had sent; not expecting Toni to go off like a bomb.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Language, beta." She looked up from the very traditional letter that was sent. Toni paced about, muttering. Stopping suddenly, she grabbed her blazer from the meeting in the morning and ran upstairs.

Her mother sighed, looking heavenwards and cursing all eleven forefathers of her daughter.

~

Bucky yawned as he opened the door, eyes half shut from sleep. He had tried to nudge awake Steve, who'd refused to leave the bed, citing a headache from travel.

What he had expected to see was the society guard asking for his bonus, or perhaps the secretary for the maintenance check. Maybe the landlord for a sudden inspection.

What he definitely had not expected to see was a face he had mostly seen in Natasha's magazines or on some celebrity's Instagram. Toni Stark stood at the door, smiling.

"Uhhhh...."

"Hi!" She was practically beaming. "Is Steve home?"

"Yeah."

"Can I-"

"Oh, yes, please. Come on in."

He made it to the bedroom before dissolving into giggles. Shaking Steve awake, he pointed at the living room. He threw back the covers and went, cursing under his breath.

What do you do when the love of your childhood, to whose mother you'd sent a rishta to under the influence of three beers and two idiotic friends, is sitting in your living room? was not a question Steve had ever expected to answer.

Then again, billionaire heiresses didn't also show up at bachelors' houses at 11 in the morning uninvited.

"Hi Steve." She finally turned off that billion-watt smile that filmfare lived for and pursed her mouth, resembling more the 14 year old he had fallen in love with and never managed to get over. "What the hell is wrong with you?"