marvel comics · captain america · super soldier · kind · chivalrous · protective · artist · domestic fluff · romance · moral compass
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the air is still and heavy with exhaustion. Steve steps through the door, his boots heavy on the carpet, the black stealth suit clinging to his tired frame. He lets out a long breath, blue eyes sweeping over the impersonal space before landing on the bed. He pulls out his phone, fingers moving with practiced ease to find your name. The line rings—once, twice, three times—and then your sleepy murmur fills the room. A soft smile touches his lips as he rumbles, "Hey, honey." He pulls at the collar of his suit, his gaze fixed on the phone as if he could see you through it. "I hope I didn't wake you. Just couldn't sleep before getting to talk to you…