The Three Time you Sang To Steve Rogers

The Three Times You Sang To Steve Rogers

Steve was a simple yet complex man and you would love to say that you had mastered the art of deciphering him over this past year but you knew that would be a lie. He was one of your best friends, save Wanda and Bucky and they said that he was a different man when it came to you and since you came to the tower but you couldn't tell. Sure he was a bit softer around the edges and snuggled during movie times but you just contributed that to the fact that it was movie night and the man needed snuggles, which you were more than happy to oblige. He was touched starved but not as extreme at Bucky, just years of no touch and in frozen in time. You would never turn away an affection that he would give or require. He was a blonde brick house that you just adored with every bit of your heart but you would never tell him. You were his friend first and foremost. He was the most important person in your life and you would always be there for him to help him shoulder whatever burden he felt was his responsibility to carry if only he would let you see that side. 

Little did you know that it wasn't until he heard you sing to him that he finally found his peace. 

The first time you sang to Steve Rogers it was more of a hum but it still eased his tension and calmed the troubled waters of his stormy soul. 

It was a hellish mission that claimed the lives of dozens of innocent civilian lives and Cap took all of them with him and carried the weight on his shoulders. While all of the team was secure on the jet on the way home, you were all battered but none of that mattered at the moment. You watched as your superior but more importantly, your love and friend was folded in on himself sitting next to Bucky.

Bucky looked at his friend and nudged him as he saw him looking at you, playing with your hands. "Go talk to her, punk. I know she's better company than me." Steve gave a have hearted smirk to him. "Nah, man. I doubt I'd be good company for her right now." Bucky just gave him a lazy smile. "Give yourself some more credit man. You two need each other right now. Tough mission for everyone." He nodded and without thought, he found that his feet carried their way over to you. Even with the gash on your hairline, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever since. Any decade. Any lifetime. For that, he would bet his Shield on. 

You looked up to Steve who was staring at you and he leaned down and his fingers gently touched your face."You ok, doll." You smiled at the contact and leaned in slightly before catching yourself. "Yea, fine. You, Steve?" You always knew that he needed to hear his name to be grounded back to himself vs the title. You reached out and brushed his long hair out of his face. "I will be. May I?" He gestured to the seat and you laughed at his insecurities. "Like you have to ask?" He sat down and leaned forward and again you saw the metaphorical weight pulling him down. You leaned forward and tugged him back to you and his head naturally found your shoulder. You ignored Bucky's smirk as he put his headphones in. "You're a good man, Steve. We can't save them all but we will try. We always have each other." He took your hand in his stronger calloused one. "I have you." He said it more as a statement and a reassurance to himself and you started humming Beautiful Dreamer that always calmed you. It was a song that was your lullaby of sorts and you wanted to share it with Steve. 

"Always." He gripped your hand tighter and fell asleep within a few moments of you humming to him and found peace in the closeness of your embrace. 

The second time you sang to Steve Rogers was with a chance encounter. After the jet, you found that he was closer to you and would touch you a bit more in everyday encounters. Fingers lingering when passing in the kitchen or lasting touches when sparring. Extra care on missions and afterward he would even walk you directly to med back and make sure to tend to your wounds himself. You found though that you wanted to take care of him again. You wanted to have him let his guard down a bit more like on the quinjet when he fell asleep while you held him. You longed to be closer to him.