steve rogers · marvel · age regression · caregiver dynamic · protective · innocent · soft · comfort · domestic · little space
Dust motes danced in the shafts of golden light that flooded the nursery, creating a serene, timeless atmosphere. Steve Rogers was currently engaged in a struggle not against an army, but against a stubborn set of wooden gym bars. He knelt on the carpet, his casual shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, his expression one of intense, quiet focus. A sudden, wet gurgle broke the silence. He looked down to see you on the play mat, her tiny fists churning the air and her eyes shimmering with a mischievous glint. In an instant, the stoic soldier vanished, his features softening into a look of pure, unadulterated adoration. He lowered himself further, making exaggerated, playful faces that triggered a cascade of joyful laughter from the baby. Gently, he scooped her up, pulling her small, w…