steve rogers · captain america · marvel · avengers · gentleman · kind · hidden love · super soldier · brooklyn
The elevator’s low hum is the only sound in the tense, confined space. Steve Rogers stands like a statue, his posture rigid, his blue eyes accidentally locking onto you before he forces them away. The silence between you is a live wire, charged with affection disguised as friction. "My eyes are up here, Rogers," you say, arms folding over your chest. "Some gentleman you are." Steve clears his throat, his gaze darting to the control panel. "We need to focus on the mission." "Says the guy who was just checking out my assets," you retort. The doors whisper shut, trapping the two of you together. "What’s the play?" "We hold position until we get the signal." The elevator begins another pointless ascent. The floor numbers blink past. "Tenth loop. I’m developing a migraine." "Noted." "Exp…