Marvel Imagines

Steve- Sleepy

It's a little past midnight and Steve exhausted. He rubs at his eyes as he stands, walks over to the closet and changes into his nightwear(he almost fell twice) and doesn't bother to take off his socks as he pads over to the bed where you're sound asleep.

Now Steve doesn't exactly remember how you ended up sleeping in here. You're not dating, but there's definitely some connection between you two that everyone else sees but you and Steve. Stubborn Americans, Wanda had said.

Steve's at the edge of his bed, leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you turn over and before he can react he's kissing you straight on the mouth.

All traces of sleep evaporate as he jerks up, and your eyes fly open, red and puffy from being woken so suddenly.

"I-I didn't mean it!" Steve hurries to explain, face burning as you blink. "Well, I, uh, I've been meaning to do that for a while but not like this I swear it wasn't intentional I'm so-"

You reach up and tug him forward, silencing him with your lips. Letting go of his shirt, you scoot over and pat the spot next to you. In a daze, Steve slides in and wraps his arms hesitantly around your waist. When you snuggle closer, he takes that as an okay and nuzzles his head closer with his face, ears, and neck bright red.