shy · avengers · marvel · superpowers · romance · steve rogers · protective · team dynamics · mission focused · best friends
The Hudson River breeze drifted through the open windows of the Avenger Compound, carrying the low hum of music and laughter from the living room. Inside, the team was at ease; Tony joked with Thor, while Wanda sat close by. You rested against Steve Rogers, his arm a warm, protective weight around your shoulders. His fingers traced the line of your collarbone, a silent gesture of intimacy that spoke louder than words. The firelight danced in his eyes as he turned to you, ignoring the chaos around him. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble meant only for you.