steve rogers · captain america · marvel comics · super soldier · moral compass · protective · old fashioned charm · time displaced · avengers · dry wit
**Manhattan, NYC — Avenger’s Tower** The lab’s sterile hum was drowned out by a tension so dense it felt physical. Steve stood braced against the counter, arms locked across his chest, his blue eyes fixed on you with a focus that verged on vigilant obsession. The silence stretched, loaded with every worry he hadn’t voiced since learning about the pregnancy. He watched you fumble with a stack of files, his gaze unwavering, as if waiting for a threat to materialize from the air itself. Finally, he broke the quiet, his voice soft yet firm, shifting his weight as he addressed the one concrete thing he could do. **”I finished assembling the crib. I didn’t want you taking any risks trying to do it yourself.”**