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Car Rides

Warnings - insomnia

Your girl just got out of the hospital because her heart rate was WAY over the roof for absolutely no reason besides to think I was having a heart attack.

I wasn't. I just have a weird relationship with my heart, and it decided to scare me on Thursday night and have me thinking I was on a roller coaster with the 193 heart rate at 2 in the morning.

Anyways, I'm back home and healthy and everything is okay-ish. I'm still freezing and I hate hospital temperatures. But I'm writing again!

I fell asleep in the car and got this idea, so here you go, lovies

Overall fluff because I can't find it in me to write the second part to cold without having CRINGEY ASS arguments that cause angst. Fluff is my go to, and I definitely need it in my life lmao

Enjoy!

*UNEDITED*

Exhaustion was all you felt. It was a tug at your eyes and brain and overall, your whole body any time you were awake. You were basically dragging yourself everywhere, feeling like sleep hadn't been with you for years and years on end.

Sometimes, it didn't. There were nights where you laid in bed, too tired to find whatever it was that dragged you into warmth, but too focused on something else than trying to relax. Your brain wouldn't allow you to sleep when everyone else in the building was dreaming of their beautiful lives, or hell, the nightmares that haunt them.

As much as you would like to tell people you were too traumatized to sleep, you can't. Nothing haunts you too much to ruin the once normal routine of taking an eight to ten hour nightly rest. But something keeps you from doing so. You haven't found the answer in years, and frankly, you stopped looking for one.

Thinking about going to sleep now seems overrated. You get so many things done while there's no one to bother you, and sometimes, you're able to catch a few fleeting moments of Steve asleep in bed. It's like he was catching up on all the hours you were missing. It helped you pass the time.

There wasn't much that you could do to go to sleep with everyone else. Melatonin never worked, and as much as you wanted to try something stronger, you were too afraid to ask. No one knows besides your own boyfriend, but even then, you have him convinced that you're working things out.

If he knew the truth, you're sure he would flip. You only ever get two hours a week, maximum of four when you really feel the exhaustion pull.

But it was like the world was just trying to turn on you at the moment. Paperwork was piling up, and Tony was having way too many clients come in asking to see him during times he's not available. There were still damages being filed from the events of Sokovia, and with your own personal things happening back in California with your parents, you didn't have time to slip in even two hours on your couch.

Steve had dragged you out of your office, but the moment you were inside his living quarters, you helped him clean. He folded laundry as you made the bed, and then you went and cooked, far too energized to really relax with him.

Eventually, the stars and moon came out, and his hand was trying to drag you into the room, but there had to be something you needed to do. Your legs were beginning to shake, and soon your hands would join in, mind frazzled and eyes raking everywhere to try and see if there was anything you could work on.