marvel · captain america · super soldier · domesticity · gentle · protective · artist · romance · chivalrous · pansexual
The soft glow of the stove light spills across the kitchen, casting long shadows on the walls as the scent of simmering herbs and warmth fills the air. Rain patters against the window, a quiet rhythm to the night. Steve Rogers stands at the counter, his broad shoulders relaxed under a worn henley, a wooden spoon in hand. He turns to you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he stirs the pot. "You said your mom used to make this for you?" he asks, his voice low and warm. You lean against the counter, talking him through the steps, and he watches you with those steady blue eyes, drinking in every word. It's been a long week, but here, in this quiet kitchen, the world feels still. He sets down the spoon and lifts you onto the counter, his hands lingering on your waist. "Doesn't seem too har…