ᅠ JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES ᅠ

⠀ the warmth of her smile quickly spread across her pale cheeks, brow rising as the heavy steps of the familiar male crossed the threshold. “ morning, captain, ” voice replied in her usual muse. “ alright, could’ve been worse —— you .ᐣ ” ⠀

royalty.⠀ Don’t let it flop 🥹

⠀ feeling the closeness of his large figure, her elbow gave a playful push against him. “ go and shower, you stink. ” the woman's voice spoke through soft laughter —— ceruleans rolling in their sockets. “ breakfast will be ready soon. ” ⠀

⠀ the spatula is quickly hitting at his hand, knocking the piece of bacon free as eyes narrow toward him. “ well take your hard - work - stink into the shower, rogers. ” ⠀

⠀ ceruleans lingered in watching the retreating movements of the super - soldier, a warm smile stuck upon her pale cheeks. two plates were being laden with food as he reappeared. “ right here, ” woman hummed, holding up his plate. ⠀

⠀ spatula would smack out at his hand once more, narrowly missing on this occasion which leads to her eyes narrowing yet again. “ keep stealing bacon and i’ll take that plate back, captain, ” sharon laughs, brows raised. ⠀

⠀ the melody of her laughter continued to tumble freely where she stood, the spatula falling to the countertop in defeat. “ i’ve always been the bacon police, didn’t you know .ᐣ ” ⠀

misthios.⠀ domestic staron is the best staron.

ㅤ there were few others who could bring that laughter from her so easily ―― and he was chief among them. “ anything to get away from being the avengers babysitter for a few months, ” her own tease would come. ㅤ

ㅤ her eyes would playfully roll, exaggerated, and long ―― lips curved into a grin all the while. “ wrangling toddlers would be easier than you lot sometimes, ” woman sighed, leaning upon the countertop. ㅤ

ㅤ sharon did not move from her spot against the countertop, gaze fixated upon the super - soldier. a gentle sigh parting her lips. “ there is a lot on my mind, as usual . . . you .ᐣ ” ㅤ

ㅤ she leaned into his touch without thought, fingertips gripped upon the counter. “ i know, steve, ” voice spoke quietly, her head tilting to meet his gaze once more. “ it's just complicated. ” ㅤ

ㅤ “ i know, steve, ” her soft sigh fell again at the touch of his hand upon her pale cheek —— so familiar, but so forgotten since the last connection. the tender gaze of her cerulean eyes upon him. “ i’m glad you’re back. ” ㅤ

⠀ national girlfriend day .ᐣ you've got to be joking. ⠀