"Never a dull moment with you."
"Guess the jig's up, huh?" You held out your gloved hands, "Gotta say, I haven't missed your steel ones."
"You'll keep your deal," He brushed it off and you scrunched your eyebrows, glancing up at him in confusion as you lowered your hands, "And Winters will be tried for murder."
"Wait, really?" He nodded at the question and you had to ask, "Why?"
"At first," The director smirked, "I thought we'd need Captain Rogers' testimony to save your ass, but the court appreciated your honesty."
"Ew, seriously?"
"Yeah," He laughed at your reaction, shaking his head, "Funny how honesty buys you trust, isn't it?"
"Being on this side of the law is still new to me."
He opened his mouth to respond, but then the courtroom's doors opened, and they led Winters out in cuffs. The director went to stand between the two of you, but you put your hand up to stop him, shaking your head like it was no big deal. Winters glanced over at you, his sly grin long gone now that he's been sentenced, and your own grin replaced it.
"They're gonna eat you alive in prison, Teddy." You whispered harshly as he passed, making sure nobody else really heard and his face dropped in realization.
Steve came out soon after everyone else did and he nodded to Fury before leading you towards the back doors. Neither of you said anything, just slipped into the waiting car so that you weren't hounded by the press, and he kept his hand on your thigh the whole way back to the tower.
"I know what you're gonna say." You mumbled when the two of you got into the tower's elevator, unsure if he wanted you to follow him back to his room or split off to your own.
"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows, glancing over at you, but you missed it, "What's that?"
"I should've lied to cover our asses."
"Not exactly."
He didn't offer anything else, leaving you to simmer in confusion, but then took your hand when the doors opened on his floor and led you to his room. He shut the door and shuffled out of his shoes, walking away to the bathroom after grabbing some sweats to change into. You stood there uncomfortably, still not wanting to assume anything other than him about to yell at you for being inconsiderate and reckless, but then he came out looking at you weirdly since you seemed frozen on the spot.
"Need a shirt?" He asked and you squinted at him, trying to figure out what was happening.
"You're...not mad?" You guessed weakly and physically relaxed when he chuckled.
"Sweetheart," He cooed, throwing his clothes into a hamper in the corner of the room before strolling up to you, "I think you were amazing."
"But I didn't-"
You decided not to argue with someone calling you amazing, so you gave him a quick kiss and stole a tee shirt from his drawer before disappearing into the bathroom.
When you came out, he was relaxing on top of the comforter, strolling through Netflix, and you jumped on the bed. He smiled, enjoying the sight of you in his shirt, and tugged on it to get you to kiss him. You happily obliged and then snuggled into his side, neither of you really noticing how your gloves were left in the restroom.
These last two or so days in his room made you feel safe enough not to worry about always having them on. The rest of the tower wasn't such the case, not even your own room, but there seemed to be an invisible safety net over the two of you in here and you felt like the rest of the world melted away.
