Storms of the Heart

Chapter Four

As Steve shut the door, I could see a smirk cross his face. "Y/N, would you like to help me with dinner tonight?" He asked, as he turned around to me.

"Sure, I can whip up some cookies, quickly. I don't think I have enough time to make some rolls." I respond, with returning a comforting smile.

Steve smiled and again put his around around my shoulder, as we walked. I began to get nervous again. "Steve, you are acting a little strange. Is there something you want to talk about?" I ask nervously, as I remove his arm from my shoulder.

Confused, Steve stops and corrects himself. "Oh, Y/N, I didn't mean anything by my arm around you. I think the world of you and honestly missed you when you were with Loki and Thor."

"I was only gone for a little over thirty minutes. You cannot be serious," I respond with a little bit of attitude. "I am sorry, if I made you uncomfortable, Y/N." Steve responds with a nervous smile.

"Let's go cook some dinner, shall we? The kitchen awaits!" Steve laughs, as he is trying to change the subject. "Sounds like a plan," I respond back, with a reassuring smile.

We walk in silence the rest of the way to the kitchen.

Once we arrive to the kitchen, Steve heads to the fridge and pantry to grab all the ingredients for his famous spaghetti.

After a few minutes of prepping, Steve begins to cook the hamburger meat and seasons the hamburger with his own secret ingredients. He has his back to me and hasn't said another word, since our conversation in the hall way.

I begin making my famous chocolate cookies, with my back to him, as well. Steve has grown to be one of my best friends and I honestly have never seen him as anything other than my best friend. I guess, Steve would be the perfect guy, for me. He cooks, he is kind, patient, always has the right thing to say, and he is so grounded.

He has been there for me in all of my trials, with controlling my powers, and he was the first person on the team to make me feel special. I don't want to lose this, whatever we have.

"That smells amazing, Steve!" I smile, as I turn around to look at him. Steve raises his head quickly, while rubbing the back of his neck, and smiles at me. "Thanks, Y/N. You want to try some? The sauce is about to be done." Steve asks, as he continues to mix the sauce and start on the sides.

To watch Steve in his element, while cooking, showed another side to Steve, that not many people see. His attention to detail, in the little things, his creativity, and the love he has for cooking.

"Sure!" I smirk, as I walk up to him, after placing the cookie dough into the fridge. Steve and I always cook meals together. It was our thing. He was the chef and I was the baker, we made a wonderful team in the kitchen and always were given kitchen duty.

We enjoyed it and enjoyed each other's company. Maybe, Steve was starting to have deeper feelings for me and I have missed the signs. I really am almost always by his side.

As soon as I stand next to Steve, he had already grabbed my own spoon to steal some sauce. He smiled down at me and placed the spoon in the pot. He slowly raised his spoon and held it down to me. He gazed into my eyes with excitement and and I open my mouth, for him to place the sauce in my mouth. He delicately placed the spoon against my lips and I could feel the sauce enter my mouth slowly. I close my eyes to enjoy the taste of the sauce and as I open my eyes, I find Steve tenderly smiling down at me, waiting for my feedback. Nervousness expressed across his face.

"Steve, I think that is the best sauce yet!" I smile, as I lick my lips and stand there. Steve does not respond, but watches me, as I lick my lips. He looks like he is battling himself.