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Quiet

Warnings - major fluff, no dialogue with this one, slight description of injuries, blood mentions, nothing too much of angst

Steve wipes his feet off on the door mat outside before he quietly slides the key into the door, trying to be as silent as possible as he enters your home. The lights are off, and the only thing he's able to hear as a stretch is your resting heart rate and the crickets that have decided to come out tonight.

He steps through the entrance and gently places his keys into the bowl next to the door before slipping out of his shoes, staring at the picture of you and him you had hung on the wall.

Silently, he moves to the kitchen and places hi bag on the table. There were a few desserts Pepper had wanted him to take home for you, and he slides them into the microwave and refrigerator before shutting the lights off and quietly heading up the stairs.

There isn't anything more Steve wants to see as he steps into your shared bedroom. Underneath the blankets he's able to see your head on his side of the bed, your arm stretched out towards his pillow as you release, soft, even breaths. Your back rises and falls with rhythm he counts for a moment or two before he heads straight towards the en suite bathroom.

He shuts the door first before turning the light on, the water shutting on and his clothes being stripped onto the bathroom floor. He checks to see if you're still asleep before he gets in, keeping a crack in the door in case you do wake up.

The past few years with you have been everything he's ever wanted. He gets to come home to a house he basically built, and hold you at night, even when the missions are over the few days he hadn't promised you.

Steve rushes to get clean, rubbing the dirt and blood off his body when he thinks about just holding you back to sleep. He doesn't even look at the few larger scratches on his chest and legs as he runs the rag over his body, rinsing underneath the water before finally stepping out.

He stands in front of the mirror and throws on a pair of boxers while brushing his teeth, cracking open the door to see you haven't even stirred. Through the small lump in the blanket, he can see the baby bump, too eager to even rinse his mouth as he spits out whatever was left of his toothpaste and turns the light off.

Being as slow as he can, Steve slides into his side of the bed and moves your arm to place on his torso, freezing when you shift. You sigh and move just a little closer to him as your arm curls around his waist, gently kissing his free, still damp skin lightly.

After a moment, he relaxes against your body and turns on his side to hold you perfectly. His hand moves between the two of you to run at the bump, hearing your relieved sigh as you sag against him. There's nothing but silence as he relaxes fully, kissing your head and trying to forget all about the mission as he finally settles into the sheets.

It isn't long before he's dragging himself to sleep. Your scent wards his senses, and he tugs you even closer, kissing your head as he drifts off. The silence comforts him in the dark as he tries to keep your heartbeat in his ears, eventually mixing his own and the little baby's as the world collides together and he falls asleep peacefully.

This was the life Steve Rogers wanted forever.

Word Count - 627

Short and sweet