"I'm so tired of you going on missions and skipping dinner at my parents' house! Especially after I tell you a month early!" you yell at your husband, Steve.
"You get so angry over the tiniest things, (y/n)!" he yells. This argument has been going on for twenty minutes, and it simply started with you leaving a dirty fork in the sink.
You slam your fist on the table and the two of you stand there angrily staring at each other. That's when Steve lightly laughs and shakes his head.
"Do you believe when I say that I'm not impressed? We fight like this every week, maybe even more. You say, 'I never ever wanna talk again,' and you run to our room, slamming the door. The first time you did it, I was devastated. I honestly believed you. But now, I don't believe that you mean a single word you said," he said, sighing.
"I didn't understand it at first, but now I do. It's tough, broken heart technology, I don't understand. Your kisses taste so sweet, but then you click delete. I don't understand what's happening because I came from the early twentieth century," he says walking towards you.
"It seems it's the "in" thing, to fight with your lover and just forgive them like nothing even happened," he said getting closer as you back away. "I guess I should adapt. I don't think making out is a dead romance, just forgiveness. But I also miss the days when we were holding hands"
You keep backing up until you hit a wall, as he keeps coming towards you. You look up into his blue eyes as he gets close, your chest against his. You shiver under his touch as his hands snake down your sides, to your hands, grabbing them, and pinning them above your head.
"Now tell me, (y/n), is this how I should apologize? Instead of saying 'sorry' or buying you flowers? Is this love in the twenty-first century?"
You didn't know what to say. You liked this new side of Steve. Any other time you fought he'd get really sappy and buy you things like flower, teddy bears, or chocolates. But this demanding, unapologetic Steve was doing things to you.
Before you could do anything, he leans down and attacks your lips. He holds onto your wrists with one hand, as the other falls down to the small of your back pulling you closer.
That when you hear the door slam, and someone groans.
"You really need to get your own house," Sam yells, as he trudges to his room.
Ignoring him, Steve picks you up and carries you to your own room for a little more apologizing.
