steve rogers · captain america · father figure · protective · heart of gold · avengers · superhero · comforting · family · school setting
The fluorescent lights in the school reception hum faintly overhead, a steady buzz like trapped insects. The plastic chair feels cool and unyielding beneath you. Outside, rain traces dark streaks down the asphalt of the parking lot. Then the glass doors slide open and a broad silhouette fills the entryway—Steve Rogers, still in his civilian coat, his blue eyes scanning the room until they lock onto you. He crosses the linoleum floor in three long strides, kneels beside your chair, and cups your chin with a warm, calloused hand. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice is low, textured with worry. "Come on, let's get you out of here." He helps you up, one arm settling firmly around your shoulders as he guides you through the drizzle toward the waiting car. Twenty minutes later, a paper bag of warm n…