Over The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

twenty four.

He must have seriously underestimated how tired he was. When he woke, it was well into the afternoon. The sky was light and the sun was high in the air, warming what was left of humanity on Earth. He blinked, rolling over to find Steve sitting on the edge of the bed. He studied his expression before reaching out, gently taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Steve blinked, looking over when he realized Issac was finally awake. He smiled, but it was slight and didn't reach his eyes.

"They're gone, aren't they?" Issac asked quietly.

Steve let the smile drop, nodding as he looked down once again. He never could hide anything from Issac. It was almost freaky how well the male could read him, could figure out when he was lying or telling the truth by just a brief glance.

"Let's go home." Steve said softly. He didn't mean the compound, not Greece, but home. That meant their shared apartment in Boston, where Steve had moved in when they established their relationship after the Ultron incident. That was home. Their home.

"Okay." Issac mumbled, intertwining their fingers and looking down at the matching wedding bands. "Ready whenever you are." he said softly.

Five years later.

Issac hummed softly along to the music playing on the radio above the kitchen sink, carefully chopping up onions and pouring them into a pan with hot oil. He smiled, hearing the sound of keys and the lock on their front door clicking before Steve was walking inside. He took off his jacket, hung it up before toeing off his shoes, then moving to join Issac in the kitchen.

Steve smiled fondly at the sight. Issac relaxed in loose sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hovering over the stove as he usually did every night when they made dinner. He was one of the few, happy, permanent things Steve let himself cherish after everything. He walked over, gently wrapping his arms around Issac's waist as he rested his chin over his shoulder, watching him cook. He was basically a chef at this point, it was incredibly satisfying and fun to always watch him in the kitchen.

"Can I ask something?"

Issac hummed in response, briefly stirring the onions in the pain so they wouldn't burn.

"Why me?"

Issac paused, turning his head slightly to stare at Steve.

"You did not just ask me that." He laughed softly, shaking his head as he turned forward once again. "I should be the one to ask you that."

Steve just smiled, shaking his head.

"Oh come on. I know you're not shallow enough to merely want to marry me for being Captain America." he joked.

Issac huffed fondly, throwing other assorted, chopped vegetables into the pain and stirring them again. He thought for a moment, tilting his head slightly to rest it against Steve's.

"You were kind, gentle, even underneath your tough exterior. You'd think that going through what you went through would have made you bitter and callous, but it didn't, and I admire that." He paused. "You also seemed....lonely, I guess."

Steve frowned, moving slightly to get a better look at Issac.

"Maybe not lonely but...sad." He sighed, frowning slightly. "I know I was a dick towards you at first and I'm sorry. After a while it occurred to me that ...you probably lost most of the people you knew before you went into the ice, and that despite being the Captain America, you were alone in this new world." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow- that's so sappy...I guess what I'm trying to say is I finally saw the real Steve Rogers, not the facade you constantly put on for everyone."