A/N: It's been quite some time, hope you guys enjoy!
Everyone knows he cares for his shield like a mother cares for her newborn.
Well, he cared for his boots the same amount.
Back in the army, boots were a sign of discipline and morale. Your commander had better be able to see his teeth in the shiny black, or else.
The habits stuck.
But after an exhausting day of fighting Hydra agents, he simply falls asleep on the Avenget, much like Thor, Tony and Barton.
When he wakes up, he is alarmed to find his boots shiny and free of mud.
They look brand new.
Wait.
They're stiff.
They are brand new.
He shoots up in a panic, looking around.
He is still in the Quinjet, making him relax slightly.
"Looking for these?"
He is surprised to see her holding his old boots, shiny as new, repaired and patched.
"Just thought I'd do you a favour."
And he thought he couldn't fall more in love.