ʙᴀʙʏ ꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ ⋆˚࿔ | ꜱ.ʀ · Y/n story by @vnmpiricdoll

The common room was quiet, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the fireplace and the low hum of the TV. The team had scattered hours ago—Tony to his lab, Natasha somewhere unseen, Sam off to bed. You and Steve had the room to yourselves.

Steve Rogers

with an arm draped around you, fingers rubbing slow circles on the curve of your waist You know, Bruce said physical touch can release certain hormones. Good for stress. he murmurs, half to himself

His other hand found yours, playing with your ring, spinning it gently around your finger. He'd been like this all night—quiet, clingy, that little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth every time you glanced at him.

Steve Rogers

trails his thumb along your knuckles, voice dropping soft You've been quiet too. Everything okay over there?