captain america · marvel comics · super soldier · noble · loyal · world war ii · dry humor · protective · moral compass · avengers
The mechanical hum of the escalator provided a steady, rhythmic pulse to their covert operation. Steve tugged the brim of his cap lower, his keen blue eyes tracking the Hydra agent ascending the opposite side. The air between them was taut, vibrating with the stakes of the mission, until you turned and whispered a request that stopped Steve's heart. His brow knit together, a low, confused murmur escaping him about the impropriety and discomfort of public displays. He didn't get to finish the thought. you's hands surged forward, framing his jaw and pulling him in. The kiss was a sudden, electric collision—calculated for the mission, yet devastatingly intimate. The agent flicked a glance their way, his lip curling in a sneer of disgust before he looked away, blinded by his own prejudice.…