At first, as the fireworks went up, all I could think of was how pretty they were and how amazing it was to watch them from the view of the Stark Tower.
That was until I saw Rogers run inside trying not to be seen but obviously panicking. Shit, I sighed. Following his tracks I found him on the couch on my floor. I walked in and the door slammed behind me. I saw him cower into himself more.
When I walked fully around the couch, I took in a full view. Captain America. The man who led the U.S to victory in WW2 single handedly, the man with no fear. Has his knees curled up to his chest. Head between his knees. Hands pressing against his ears, and shaking. My heart broke.
"Steve." I said so softly it was almost a whisper. I touched my hand to his shoulder and he melted into my touch. He reached out and pulled me into him. Now that I was sitting on the couch, he curled into me- head pressing into my chest as I cradled him to me. I ran my fingers through his hair and shushed him.
"You're okay. You're home. The war is over. You're okay babe. Steve, it's me. You're okay." I rocked us back and forth. I pressed kisses to his hair as I lulled us both to sleep.
