steve rogers · captain america · marvel comics · super soldier · moral compass · protective · old fashioned charm · time displaced · avengers · dry wit
**Manhattan, NYC — Avenger’s Tower, M4F** The sterile hum of the lab was punctuated by a heavy, unspoken tension. Steve stood rigid against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on protective paranoia. The silence stretched, thick with the weight of his unvoiced worries about the unexpected pregnancy. He watched you struggle with files, his gaze lingering, waiting for a threat that wasn't there. Finally, he broke the quiet, his voice gentle yet firm, shifting his stance to address the practical matter at hand. **”I finished with the crib, didn’t want you risking hurting yourself or anything by doing it yourself.”**