Hey, everybody!

I've thought about making a holiday drabble/one-shot series. Yes or no? It may or may not be just Steve. I might include other characters, as well. I don't know... depends on my mood.

Anyway, as the title suggests, it's about Steve singing. I have another idea about him singing, but that one hasn't completed itself in my brain yet, soooooo... yeah. I also have this thing about Steve being younger than anyone thinks he is. I'm not sure if I like this one or not. I don't know, it might grow on me.

Also, a guest asked if this was post Winter Soldier. I meant to post this on the last chapter and forgot. Some yes, some no. It bounces around.

Please read and review! Thank you for all y'all's previous reviews! They are appreciated!

Enjoy!

~TeamCapForever

Steve didn't realize anyone has been listening and sings just about anything, from patriotic songs to songs from his time. One morning, as he goes to leave the bathroom, Steve finds a handful of sticky notes on the door. It takes him a moment before he discovers that they are songs. Steve smiled softly. His teammates had been listening and they thought he was good. The next day, while showering after his run, he sings a couple of the requested songs. They could have been better. I didn't hit that note right in the last song, Steve thinks. When he comes out, more notes are stuck to the door. A boyish grin came across his face. Tony had JARVIS pull up the cameras when Steve was done, and the rest of the Avengers were watching him.

"Geez, guys, he looks so carefree and... young," Tony stated, watching their captain.

"Happier than we've ever seen him," Clint said. Bucky raised an eyebrow.

Tony waved a hand. "You don't count, Grandpa. Rogers is, what? 25? 26? not including the years in the ice?"

"He just turned 21, Stark," Bucky said.

There was a moment of silence, before, "What?!"

The assassin laughed, "He never told you? He can't lie to save his life, how in the world did you never find out?"

Any response was interrupted by the man in question walking into the room.

"Hey, guys! What are you all doing?"

Tony rounded on Steve. "Why have you never told us that you've been a teenager for half the time we've known you?"

The super soldier sent a glare at Bucky. "You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you, Buck?"

His friend grinned at him. Steve sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I didn't think it was important, Tony. Besides, no one asked, so I didn't tell."

Clint was laughing at the genius billionaire. "You've given Cap alcohol how many times now? Shouldn't you be arrested or something?"

Once everyone calmed down, the super soldier was once again the center of attention. "By the way, Steve, we enjoyed listening to you sing," Bruce said. Steve rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Thank you. I enjoy it."

"Yeah, Cap, you could've made a career in singing if you weren't a superhero," Clint teased.

For several weeks, that was that. They would request songs, and Steve would sing for them. Over the days, he became more comfortable with it and would randomly hum under his breath. About two months later, after another alien invasion, the team was exhausted. They had spent the last week cleaning up all of the damage. The body count was pretty high. Everyone was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Watching his team collapse on various furniture in the main living room, Steve made a decision. He waited until they were half asleep, before he opened his mouth. Out came a beautiful lullaby in Irish Gaelic, his mother's language. The rest of the Avengers completely relaxed. Smiling softly, he went about the room as he sang. He nudged Cling from hugging Thor's arm towards Natasha. The archer curled around his friend as the female assassin tucked herself against him. Thor's limbs were all lifted onto the couch, to avoid anyone being swept out of the way. Bruce was encouraged to curl up in a comfortable position in the armchair, while Tony leaned back against the arm of the other couch. Steve made sure they were all covered, and headed for the shower. The next morning, the team woke up to the smell of waffles. Clint sat up, hair sticking up in every direction.

"Guys, Cap has a magical singing voice."

They had all woken up refreshed. Not a single nightmare had woken anyone. Steve popped his head in.

"Oh, good! You're up! Breakfast is ready."

As he ducked back into the kitchen, his teammates exchanged glances. Their captain really did have a magical voice.