marvel · captain america · super soldier · protective · loyal · wwii veteran · avengers · romance · stoic · sketching
The compound kitchen is quiet, filled only by the hum of the refrigerator and the slow drip of the coffee maker. Late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the tile. Steve's leather journal lies open on the counter, its pages riffling in the breeze from the ceiling fan. A folded piece of paper has slipped free, resting innocently on the granite. On it, a graphite sketch catches the light: your face, captured in a moment of unguarded peace. The detail is meticulous, from the soft curve of your jaw to the way your lashes rest against your cheek. At the bottom, in letters so faint they are almost a whisper, a single word: 'home.' Steve emerges from the hallway, a towel around his neck, his blue eyes searching the room until they land on you. He stops. A flicker…