The Demigod From Asgard - A Steve Rogers x Reader Story

Chapter 17: Coney Island

Warnings: Fluff! Painfully slow slow burn!

Steve had been an anxious wreck the entire time you had been away. First you stopped responding to his texts, basically falling off the face of the planet. Then after finally texting him back he saw the news from London.

He didn't change the channel once while the news covered the battle in London. He watched as you and Thor battled what looked like evil elves. When the TV stopped covering it, he constantly refreshed his phone and laptop hoping for news.

He hoped that you would contact him soon after the fight but once again you dropped off the face if the planet. He was about to go demand that Fury sent out a search team when he heard a knock at his apartment door.

Opening it he breathed out a deep sigh of relief when he saw you stood there. You were still in your Asgardian armour, your skin still slightly dirty from the battle. Cuts littering your face, legs and arms. Your head was hung low but when you looked up at him he could see the tears in your eyes.

"Hey c'mere" Steve says gently as he wraps his arms around you pulling you into a tight hug as you completely broke down.

You buried your head in his chest your body shaking as you sobbed. He rubbed your back soothingly waiting until your sobs receded enough to lead you inside his apartment and to the couch. As you sat down you wrapped your arms around your waist wiping away a few tears.

"I'm sorry" you sniffle shaking your head.

"Hey don't apologise it's okay, are you okay I saw the news" Steve asks as he rubs your back.

You just shook your head, your lip beginning to wobble again as you unsuccessfully held back tears.

"Tell me when you're ready but let's get you cleaned up okay" Steve tells you, you nod your head slightly in agreement.

Steve gets up and quickly grabs the first aid kit he kept under the bathroom sink and made your way back to you.

"Have you got any injuries under your armour?" Steve asks as he opens up the first aid kit.

"I don't think so, maybe just some bruising I got thrown through a window and into a column" you tell him.

Steve has to school his expression as he gets what he needs, considering how casually you just said that. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or impressed.

"Right okay, well let's clean up these cuts" he says turning back to you.

He starts with the large cut over your eyebrow since that one looked the worst. As he touches it you hiss recoiling slightly.

"I'm sorry this will sting" he sighs apologetically.

He tries again much more gently and this time you don't react. You remain silent as he continues to clean up your injuries.

At one point his eyes meet yours and he pauses for a moment. He felt his heart skip a beat and his hands begin to grow clammy. He quietly clears his throat returning his attention back to the job in hand.

"There you go" Steve says once he finished "you can go use my shower to clean up, let me know if there's anything I missed" he tells you as he packs up the first aid kit.

You whisper a thanks before heading off towards the bathroom. Steve noticing a slight limp as you go. Once he hears the shower running he steps into his room grabbing some spare clothes for you and leaving them by the bathroom door.

When he heard the shower turn back off he started making you a cup of tea. He made it the exact way he knew you liked it. As he carried it through to the living room you appear I'm from the corridor.