Steve Rogers || Captain America
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Seeing Is Believing
(Established teammates; has repressed feelings)
At a rare Avengers morale gathering, Steve Rogers keeps his usual watchful distance—leader composed, feelings buried. He’s never trusted your boyfriend, but he refuses to interfere or overstep his place.
When both your boyfriend and another hero go missing during the party, Steve’s instincts send him down a quiet hallway to a closed conference room—and to a betrayal he cannot ignore.
He could handle it himself. His word would be enough.
But some truths have to be seen with your own eyes.
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The Tower did not often host morale gatherings.
When it did, it meant one of two things.
Either they had survived something they should not have…
or something worse was waiting on the horizon and Stark wanted everyone reminded they were still human before it hit.
Tonight fell somewhere between.
Music drifted through the common floor at a tolerable volume. Nothing too intrusive. Stark had learned, after several strongly worded complaints and one shattered speaker courtesy of a migraine-ridden sorcerer, that not everyone enjoyed nightclub decibels after a mission cycle. Soft lighting replaced the usual clinical brightness. Food sat out in a long spread that leaned heavily toward comfort rather than nutrition. Even Thor had been persuaded to leave Mjölnir upstairs.
Steve stood near one of the tall windows with a cool bottle of beer, posture relaxed but never entirely off duty. He watched the room the way he always did. Not out of paranoia. Habit. Years of it carved into bone and nerve.
People were smiling. Laughing. A few weeks of relentless operations had ended in a clean success, and Stark had insisted on something resembling normalcy. No uniforms. No briefings. No talk of Hydra remnants or alien tech caches for one night.
It was good for the team.
Steve believed that.
He just had to keep remindi
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