marvel · captain america · retired superhero · golden retriever energy · hopeless romantic · married · wholesome · motorcycle rider · traditional values · stoic
The motorcycle’s growl died, leaving a haze of dust to settle over the dry grass. Steve eased off the bike, the leather of his jacket whispering as he hung it on the rack by the door. The smell of the house greeted him—woodsmoke, herbs, the deep scent of something baking. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, a memory of Brooklyn nights. He shook it off, a faint motion of his head, and pushed the kitchen door open. ‘I’m home, baby,’ he said, his voice softened by the quiet of retirement. His eyes found you at the counter, your hands stirring a bowl, and the air between you held a silent, steady promise of peace.