Anonymous asked: "Can I get a corxsteve and she tries to hell him with isnomina because he spent so much time frozen. Thank you! You are the best!"
(This is set before the HYDRA and Corinne thingy. Enjoy!)
Ever since he got out of the ice, he barely slept.
It made sense. After all, he's been sleeping for seventy years.
Usually, he would go at the punching bag for a couple hours, or go on a run. If he wasn't too restless, he'd work in his sketchbook.
Usually alone.
Who would be awake throughout the whole night like him anyway?
Which is why he's taken back when, after jogging several miles, there's someone else in the Tower's kitchen.
The occupant has taken over the kitchen. There's bowls, utensils, and baking pans covering all of the counters. The distinctive, heavenly waft of baking meets his nose and he nearly sighs.
"Hey, Steve." Corinne smiles at him.
"Hey," he smiles back sheepishly, "just here for some water-I'll be out of your hair."
"Sure you don't want a cookie or two?" She stops him before he can run off. "I wouldn't mind some company."
For a moment, he looks from the door to her, back and forth. It wasn't like he was going to sleep once he got back on his floor. And it would be rude to decline her offer…
"What can I help with?"
The bright smile he receives dissolves any hesitation he has.
Once the last of the batches are in the oven, they drape themselves over the couches. By now dozens of cookies are piled on all of the plates they can find, on all of the surfaces they can find. Corinne and Steve nibble on some of the cookies in content silence. Something's on the television screen, but they mostly absentmindedly stare at it.
At some point, they subconsciously tilt towards each other so much that they lean on each other. Both of them tense at this, but when neither moved away from the other, they relaxed. Steve could feel his mind start to calm towards something close to sleep, a huge contrast from before. There was something about having Corinne close to him that made him feel both relaxed and light.
Corinne lets out a soft laugh beside him. He looks at her inquisitively, and sees her gaze directed on a point on his face.
"You have some, um, flour…here, I'll just-" She sits up so that she can brush her hand against his cheek. "There."
Her eyes meet his, and the two of them freeze. They simultaneously realize how close their faces, their bodies, are to each other in this instant.
Steve swallows audibly.
Maybe it's the cozy atmosphere and the lateness of the hour, but some part of him is urging him to close that little distance between them. It's tempting. He glances at Corinne and sees that he's eyeing his lips in the same way.
One of them moves first, though later it's hard to remember who. Their lips meet hesitantly, but they become bolder as they realize that the other wants it as much as them. Steve cradles her face so he can angle the kiss perfectly, and Corinne has her hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. As the kiss intensifies, their heartbeats speed up and their breaths became shallower.
Steve definitely sleeps better afterwards.
They drifted off into such a deep slumber that neither of them hears the fire alarm go off when the cookies burn.
Luckily, JARVIS saves them by giving them a few minutes before the rest of the team is alerted.