I do not own the Avengers or any of its characters. Tears...
"Wait for the angels," Steve's mother always whispered to him before he laid down to sleep. When his mother whispered these words, Steve closed his eyes and prayed to the angels to watch over his mother at the hospital and make sure that she did not get sick, and he prayed for a safe passage on the river of sleep. Steve didn't pray for his father because he was dead. He couldn't hurt Steve anymore.
After he said his prayers, Steve would button the top button of his mother's uniform and adjust her hat. Then, he would climb into bed. His mother would pull the sheets up to his chin, kiss his forehead, and whisper, "good night, my angel." Steve's mother would shut the lights off and close the door.
Then the angels came. Steve would always look up, maks certain that the angels were comfortable, then drift away with the last of his angels positioned themselves in protective positions around Steve's bed, their wings fluttering over this head to protect Steve from the horrors of the night.
Sorry if it's not any good, I was really bored. Please don't kill me, I have more stories coming. Night!