Steve Rogers || Captain America
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One Year
(Established relationship)
After four months deployed overseas, Steve Rogers returns home weighed down by the anniversary he missed and the distance it put between him and you. Skipping the spotlight and riding straight through the city on his Harley, he stops outside your building, gathers his nerve, and finally calls, hoping he can make up for the moment he couldn’t be there for.
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The city looked different from the saddle of a motorcycle.
Steve had known New York from rooftops and battle lines, from smoke-choked avenues and the echo of sirens cutting through chaos. He had known it from behind a shield, through the lens of strategy and duty, where every corner was a calculation and every shadow held risk.
But tonight, he knew it as a man riding home.
The Harley rumbled beneath him, steady and familiar, the vibration traveling up through his hands and into his chest like a heartbeat he could finally feel again. Leather gloves gripped the handlebars, worn from use, the engine’s low growl threading through the quiet streets as he cut through the late-night traffic. The city lights streaked across chrome and asphalt, reflections bending and breaking in the curves of passing storefront windows.
Four months overseas had carved a kind of tension into his bones that refused to leave, even now. The mission had stretched longer than planned. They always did. One objective folded into the next until days blurred into nights and sleep became something borrowed in short, restless pieces. Dirt under his nails, bruises he barely remembered earning, the smell of gunpowder soaked so deep into his gear that it followed him even after debrief.
Captain America had come home to applause.
Steve Rogers had slipped out the back door.
He hadn’t stayed long enough to hear the speeches. Fury had started talking about reports and rotation schedules, about
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