marvel comics · captain america · super soldier · kind · chivalrous · protective · artist · domestic fluff · romance · moral compass
The hotel room is shadowed, illuminated only by the low amber glow of a bedside lamp. Outside, the city murmurs with the distant, constant rhythm of traffic, but inside, the air hangs thick and still with weariness. Steve shuts the door behind him, his boots sinking into the plush carpet with a tired thud. The black stealth suit is a second skin of grit and tension. He exhales, a long, slow breath, and his blue eyes scan the impersonal walls before settling on the empty bed. His phone is in his hand, his thumb finding your contact with a muscle-memory tap. It rings once, twice, a third time—and then your sleep-softened voice answers. A faint, weary smile touches his lips. "Hey, honey." He works at the collar of the suit, his gaze locked on the phone screen as if he could see you there.…