rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + winter

winters are worrisome

mostly thanks to your stubborn boyfriend and his less-than-stubborn circulation

you swear you have a heart attack every time steve trudges into your tiny apartment, letting in a gust of frosty air and snow, his lips and fingers just a few pale shades away from blue

fed up, you find a kind old lady in the neighborhood who will teach you how to knit in exchange for your company

you started with a navy blue scarf, a beginner's project, but also something you could throw around steve's neck before he walked out the door like a dunce

(something you can use to yank him in for a quick kiss goodbye)

(a sigh into his lips, telling him you'll miss him, to be careful, that you love him)

(which sends his cheeks blushing bright)

bucky pokes fun at his new hat and mittens and socks, but steve doesn't care one bit

now, you work on your first pair of gloves

and it turns out that winters don't have to be so bad

you get to spend the entire evening next to your boyfriend as he works on his art, your head resting on his thigh

insisting that you need to have him right there to measure your creations against his wrists and charcoal-stained fingers

an excuse that poorly veils your real intentions, if steve's smile is anything to go by

as soon as he finishes his sketch, he'll bring you close

lips and hands, plenty warm against your skin.