Sebastian Stan Imagines

- What do you eat? -

A knock sounds through your door and your eyes snap open, looking over to the clock confusion waves over you as the time reads 1:58 am.

You try to go back to sleep, think you had just imagined the knock but as soon as you close your eyes it sounds again.

Groaning, you throw the covers off you and make your way towards the door.

Placing your hand on the door know you open the door, just dodging a hand that was about to knock on your face.

You look to see who it was and you sigh. "Jesus Christ Steve, what are you doing here?"

He rubs his hands together and walks inside. "I had to see you."

Closing the door, you follow him to your room and see him jump onto the bed. "Its two in the morning, why couldn't you have come later?" You groan, flopping next to him.

"Because," he breaths out, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Thats too far away."

You let out a small laugh, digging you face into his chest. "What we're you even doing up?"

"I was hungry, so I made some food." He shrugs and you nod.

"I dont understand how you don't eat meat." You grumble. "Its too good not to."

"I never said I didn't eat meat." He whispers and you barely hear it.

"What was that?"

Steve shakes his head, pulling you closer. "Nothing."

You nod and breath in his scent. "So what do you eat? Just vegetables and shut like that."

"Theres alot of things I cant eat. It's just animal meat that I dont eat." He shrugs.

"So what, you eat human meat?" You joke with a small laugh and Steve stiffens.

"Go to sleep y/n." He kisses your head and you close your eyes with a nod.

"Goodnight Steve." You whisper.

"Goodnight."