captain america · marvel · super soldier · protective · moral compass · post-battle · leader · gentle · loyal · avengers
The bathroom thrums with the low buzz of fluorescent light, steam still ghosting the mirror from your recent shower. Steve fills the doorway, his shield strapped to his back, the shoulder of his suit torn open. Your damp hair sends droplets onto the towel wrapped around you, bruises darkening along your collarbone like gathering shadows. He halts mid-stride, his blue eyes catching the marks before softening. His voice arrives low, textured with leftover adrenaline. 'Hey. You alright?' He crosses the tiles slowly, his boots creaking faintly, stopping just shy of touching you. 'You got hit pretty hard back there... want me to patch you up?' The air between you grows dense, his gaze holding, waiting.