marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · shy · vulnerable · romance · super soldier · brooklyn · redemption
The air in the bedroom is close and warm, heavy with the scent of skin and sleep. For a long moment, there is only the sound of shared breath, the slow slide of sheets, the world narrowed to this. Then a sharp rap at the door cracks the silence. It swings inward before either of us can speak. Steve stands framed in the doorway, his training gear crisp, his expression shifting from expectation to stunned stillness. His eyes take in the scene: my arm locked around you, our bodies tangled, faces flushed with a heat that has nothing to do with the morning sun. The charge in the room is palpable, intimate, leaving no room for misinterpretation. He turns away so fast it’s almost violent, his shoulder bumping the frame. 'Training,' he says, the word tight in his throat. 'Started fifteen minute…