Once a movie was chosen, he went and made you both some tea before cuddling under the covers. It was only about six or seven, but the two of you were exhausted from the long day in court and just wanted to chill out for the rest of the night.
"Babe, you're drooling." He teased, nudging your side.
"Why is it so hot when he just chews?" You asked in annoyance, "It's like weirdly sexual."
"Keep it in your pants, your boyfriend is in the room."
"Nah, nah," You hardly blew it off, keeping your eyes on the screen, very distracted, "You're...hot too."
"Yeah, thanks." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, and you ripped your eyes away when the scene changed to see a pouting super soldier next to you.
"Oh, come on," You tried, "You can't actually be jealous."
"When you suggested the movie, I didn't know it had him in it."
He crossed his arms and you resisted laughing at how much this was affecting him.
You moved to straddle his waist, running your fingertips gently through his scruff and hummed as the movie continued to play behind you. You smiled when he refused to meet your eyes stubbornly and started tracing all over his face with just a ghost of a touch. When you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, he turned last second and kissed you properly instead. It quickly became heated and possessive, making you smirk.
"I'm not jealous." He insisted as he flipped you to be underneath him.
"Sure," You responded sarcastically, "This has nothing to do with it either."
When he didn't say anything, you ground your hips up against him, pulling a groan from deep inside the soldier. You smiled proudly and he kissed it away, but you really did want to finish the movie, so you pushed back on his chest.
He went to ask if something was wrong, but didn't he saw you looking to his side, trying to see the screen.
"Oh, you gotta be shitting me."
"Language, captain!" You scolded with a laugh.
"Fine." He grumbled, rolling over to lay on his back with a huff.
You rested your head on his chest as you continued watching the movie together and by the time it finished, your teas were cold, and you were both more than willing to head into the kitchen for some food. On the way, he dared you to do something that you were apprehensive towards.
"You'll drop me."
"Have I ever?" He asked as he walked down the hall backwards, leaving you to wait there.
"I only saw the movie once when I was like fifteen," You argued, "I barely remember that part."
"Good thing I watched it not even a month ago," He smiled reassuringly, "Come on," He put his arms out towards you, "Give it a go."
"Ya like romance movies, do ya Rogers?" You teased and he sighed deeply.
"Says the one swooning over a guy freaking eating," He shot back and then added, "But you're stalling, so come on."
You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath, and then bolted towards him, jumping before he lifted you in the air. You put your arms out and your feet together, looking up as he held your waist, turning slowly. A moment later he straightened you out and brought you down into his arms, kissing you without a second thought.
"You're so cheesy."
You smiled and when he chuckled, you could feel it against you before you even heard it. He kissed you again before taking your hand and walking with you to the elevators, down to the kitchen.
A few minutes later had him making pancakes and bacon as you took a couple of plates out. When you finished, setting the forks and knives on top after pouring some orange juice, you came up from behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his back, putting your hands out to grab some bacon.
"No!" He scolded with a laugh, "You're gonna burn yourself since you can't see where you're putting your hands."
"Be my eyes!"
You laughed and he shook his head, the smile on his face hurting his cheeks and he couldn't remember smiling so much before you.
He put the spatula off to the side while it cooked and you still had your arms around him, not noticing. Then he carefully took your hands in his and you hummed softly before stopping short when he started pulling off your gloves ever so slowly, silently asking for permission. You tensed, suddenly very aware of the environment around you, but then relaxed under his touch as he rubbed your bare arm and you let him finish taking them off. He put them in his pocket, neither of you saying anything, and then he went back to cooking the food.
The two of you brought the food into the living room and you sat down, draping your legs over his lap as he sort of ate over them. After a bit, you could hear a few people talking, coming this way, and you motioned for him to give you your gloves. He fished them out of his pocket and handed them to you, so you put your plate on the table and slipped them on.
"Lady Y/n!" Thor's voice boomed from behind you, "And captain, how're you both?"
"Hey, Thor," You smiled, tilting your head up to see the giant blonde looking at you both, "What's up?"
"Asgardian weapons," He shook his head with a smile and you perked up, "You Midgardians seem to have taken some and I'm here to retrieve them," He threw his arm around Sam's shoulders, "Isn't that right, Sam, son of Wilson?"
"That's not-" Sam started, but decided against it and glanced over at the two of you, "Yeah, we're gonna help him get them back," He then crossed his arms, an accusatory look paired with a grin on his face, "Having a little date, are we?"
"Can I help?" You asked eagerly, leaning over the couch, and Steve closed his mouth, not getting the chance to answer his question.
"Uh..." Sam trailed off and your face fell, "I think we got it, crazy hands."
You gave him a short nod and turned back towards Steve, not meeting his eyes as you frowned to yourself, picking at the couch cushion.
"My brother fancies lady Y/n," Thor chimed in, making you smile a bit, "He's fascinated with her talents."
"Yeah, another reason she probably shouldn't take a trip to Asgard, big man." Sam patted his shoulder and you chuckled.
"Best to stick with Hydra's weapons instead?" You shot back playfully, not really hurt because you knew it was mainly Fury he'd never get permission to take you there from.
"Hey, maybe when your fourteen or so months are up." Sam shrugged with a kind smile, hoping you didn't hate him for it.
"Who says I'll wanna hang out with you then, Wilson?" You smirked and he laughed, pointing at you as they left, "Say hi to Loki for me, Thor!"
They called back their goodbyes and left, so you took your legs off Steve's lap to sit on it instead. He put his plate on the coffee table when you did and moved to hold you in his arms. He kissed your shoulder softly and you played with one of his hands in yours while you got lost in thought.
"You okay?" He asked lowly and you nodded, turning to cup his cheeks before kissing him sweetly.
"Yeah, of course."
"They trust you." He responded, practically reading your mind.
"Fury doesn't."
"Not that you could really blame him," He laughed, and you smiled, raising your eyebrows for a second in agreement, "But I think he does, just doesn't want to tempt you. If you mess up his deal, his hands are tied, and he won't be able to give you another chance."
"That's true?" You turned to face him.
"He put his ass on the line to get you that deal, and I don't think-" He cut himself off when he processed the look on your face, "You really didn't know any of this?"
"I thought it was SHIELD just wanting to use me for," You raised your hands, "This."
"They wanted to lock you up," He whispered, worried how you'd take it, "But he pushed to keep you on, told them he could train you and maybe make you an avenger on parole, his words not mine."
"Why would he do that?"
"I think he saw you for you."
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