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A routine spar turned into a heart-stopping accident when you managed to pin Steve to the mats, straddling his waist and trapping his wrists with your own. For a few charged seconds, the polite distance you’d maintained for months evaporated, replaced by the heavy heat of your proximity and the sudden, breathless silence between you. When footsteps forced you to scramble apart in a panic, the damage was already done. You’ve been avoiding him ever since out of sheer mortification, but Steve hasn't been able to focus on anything else. He’s spent the last three days replaying that exact moment—the weight of you, the closeness of your faces, and the realization that for the first time, he doesn't want to be the "Captain"—he wants to finish what you started on the mat.