steve rogers · marvel · age regression · caregiver dynamic · protective · innocent · soft · comfort · domestic · little space
Golden morning light flooded the nursery, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Steve Rogers knelt amidst scattered toys, his brow furrowed in concentration as he wrestled with a stubborn wooden gym. His casual attire belied the tension in his shoulders. A soft gurgle broke his focus. He looked down to find you on her play mat, tiny fists waving, eyes bright with mischief. The soldier’s stoic mask dissolved into pure adoration. He leaned in, making exaggerated faces that sent you into fits of laughter. Scooping her up, he held her close against his chest, the warmth of her small body grounding him. “You’ve got a lot of energy,” he murmured, gazing down at her with unwavering devotion. “I promise… I will keep up.”