The Avenger's Dark Angel (Steve Rogers/ Captain America x Reader)

Chapter 9

April 10th, 2027

Avengers Tower

"Hey Steve," a female voice hummed as the brunette woman sat down next to the broad blonde on the couch.

"Hey," he answered, looking up from his book for a moment to smile at her.

"What are you reading?" she asked as she pulled her legs against her chest, opening her thick book.

"Naked Among Wolves; it is an originally German book. Do you know it?" he answered, glancing towards her book.

"Yes. Well... I never read it but we discussed it in school back then," she answered, taking her eyes off the pages in front of her. Steve nodded before returning to his book. They sat in silence for some time, both caught up in their books till Chase came running through the door, a paper under his collar. The black dog jumped onto Steve's lap and knocked his book out of his strong hands. Somehow the dog had gotten himself muddy and was now rubbing it off on the super-soldier.

"Chase!" the woman barked, ordering her dog to get off the furniture. Steve was now covered in wet dirt and other things he didn't want to know.

"Well... I had to shower anyway. Now would be the perfect moment for it," the man stated, standing up and leaving to get a shower. While the Captain cleaned himself, Luisa cleaned her dog and the room. Her lanky fingers picked up the book from the floor and traced the edges of the novel. She was straddled as a female voice rang out loudly.

"Miss Wolf, Captain Rogers has issues with his breathing and his heartbeat is very fast. It would be advisable to look after him," the AI informed. The German woman speeded down the small hallway and entered the bathroom. The water in the shower was running but Steve was nowhere to be seen.

"Steve?" the woman asked softly, but there was no response. She stayed silent for a moment, listening out for him. Then a sharp inhale caught her attention. Forged glass doors slid open, relieving a shaking man sitting on the floor. Out of instinct, her pale hand reached for the faucet to turn off the ice-cold water. Her other hand pulled at a towel, hanging on a rack next to the glass doors.

"Hey, Steve... look at me," she shooed as she kneeled down in front of him, placing the white fabric from her hand in his lap. Shaking, the blond started off into nowhere in front of him.

"Steve," she breathed as her hand was placed on his cheek. A warm trump brushed over cold skin and blue eyes snapped up to meet brown ones. The room was silent but a wracked breath was reflecting off the white tiles over and over again.

"Steve, hey. Focus on me. It'll be okay," the ex-assassin hummed as her trump kept on brushing over his cheek. Slowly the color along with the warmth returned to his face.

"What about getting you off the bathroom floor and getting you some clothes?" her voice asked sweetly. The blue-eyed nodded his head and got up. The woman's soft hands flew down to grab the towel and keep his best part covered. Nervously she tucked the fabric around his waist and lead him outside.

Some minutes later, he was dressed in a pair of comfy pants and a sweater from Luisa. It surprised her that it was so big that the Captain did fit in. Then again, she was rather tall and she loved her oversized tops. The muscular man cuddled himself into a fluffy blanket on the couch as Luisa swirled through the small kitchen next to the elevator. Soon, she kneeled next to the red piece of furniture with two cups of hot chocolate in her hands.

"Here, for you. It'll help you to warm up," she offered. A shaky hand reached out for the muck and guided it up to a pair of strangely pale lips. The sofa shifted as the tall brunette sat down on the other side of it, sipping from her chocolate as her brown orbs observed the raindrops running down the window.

"It's so cold," a low voice muttered, muffed by fabric. Luisa looked over to the blonde man and stood up. Her muck was placed next to his.

"Stand up," she ordered. Steve followed her order and peeled himself off the couch, the blanket still wrapped around his body. Luisa placed herself on the sofa, laying her legs on it and leaning against the armrest.

"Come 'ere," she smiled warmly, opening her arms for him. The man hesitated for a moment, a blush covering his cheeks.

"Oh come on, Rogers. It's nothing bad. Nowadays it's okay to just cuddle with someone if you don't feel well. You are important to me and I want to help you. Please, let me do this for you," she said, convincing him to lay down with her. After a moment more, he gave in and crawled into her arms. A cold body laid on top of a warm frame, covered by a fluffy blanket. In an attempt to get more comfortable, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, sending a funny feeling through her tummy. In response, one of her arms laid itself around his torso as his chest was pressed against her stomach. Her free hand ran through his still wet hair, making him fall asleep soon.

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