Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, brief mentions of sex, otherwise fluff
Synopsis: Steve isn’t having a great birthday until he comes home to you.
Birthday Wish
Steve slumped through the door. Today had been awful. More than he had predicted and he’d set himself up for the fact that it was going to be bad. It started well. Waking in your arms, the slow lovemaking. The shower together. The resistance to leaving and the promise that he could shirk of his duty and just stay in bed. That you’d make it worth his while.
As much as he had wanted to spend his birthday just with you he knew he couldn’t. His birthday had stopped being about him the moment he took the super serum and put on that ridiculous red, white and blue suit complete with booty shorts over tights. He had a duty, and if this made people happy he’d do it.
Toad's Cave 