#cupid arrow

You were okay for the first hour, you listened to your favorite podcast, Lore, and found yourself forgetting you had the blindfold on altogether. The trouble only started when you could feel yourself getting hungry. You internally cursed yourself as you exited your room and felt your way towards the kitchen. You couldn’t hear any noise so you figured you were in the clear. 

Hesitantly, you lifted up your blindfold to make yourself a sandwich, not risking slicing your hand open on an avocado. It would be fine, in and out in ten minutes tops. If someone came in you could just slip on the scarf and no harm would be done. 

Rummaging around in the fridge and humming to yourself you missed the soft footsteps of Steve Rogers as he came into the kitchen from the gym. Instead of making his presence known he just enjoyed watching you by yourself, he thought it was funny how you acted when no one else was around. 

Meanwhile you continued humming as you piled your arms high with ingredients, so much so that you couldn’t see over the plastic tubs of food. Closing the fridge with your foot you placed everything down on the counter and cursed yourself as your precariously placed stack fell. Before you could even think about picking it up your eyes landed on the super soldier in front of you. Shit. Your heart started hammering so hard in your chest you thought it would pop right out and your mouth went dry. You could feel heat rising up to your cheeks and a thousand butterflies flap in your stomach. 

“H-hi Steve.” Your words caught in your mouth, positively tongue tied over him. Had he always been this gorgeous? Beautiful sandy blond hair that sparkled thanks to the natural lighting of the floor to ceiling windows. Sparkling blue eyes that looked just like the Mediterranean during the peak of a summer afternoon. Beautifully sculpted arms that you longed to throw yourself into, he was heaven. 

“Hi yourself.” He teased back, amused by your change in demeanor. “Whatcha makin?” 

“Um, just, just some lunch.” You breathed back, toying with a stray strand of hair, pulling it around and around your finger as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. God, he was really something else wasn’t he? “Do you want some?” You questioned eagerly, desperate to keep him with you. 

“Yeah sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having.” He smiled, wondering what had gotten into you. You were never this flirty with him, not that he minded. It was funny to see such a different side of you, you were usually more witty with him, spewing biting retorts like it was your job. 

“Okay.” You giggled as you started preparing his lunch too. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip in 30% concentration but 70% because you thought it looked hot and would impress Steve. When you were done you walked around the island to his side of the counter and put his plate in front of him. As you passed behind him to take the seat next to him you trailed your index finger along his shoulder blades in what you hoped was a suggestive gesture. “Hope you enjoy.” 

Steve almost choked on his lunch he couldn’t believe how forward you were being. He could feel his face turn as red as his shield. He reached out and placed his palm on your forehead, checking your temperature. “Are you feeling okay?” 

You leaned into his palm, loving the feel of his skin on yours. “Mhm, just fine Stevie.” You assured him with big puppy dog eyes. He tried to pull his hand away from you but you protested and grabbed for his hand, lacing his fingers with your own. Much better. Suddenly you didn’t care about your lunch, you just cared about Steve, only Steve. You paid no mind to your growling stomach or full plate, you just moved your chair closer to his and rested your head on his broad shoulder as you kept your hand entwined with his. 

“You’re not gonna eat anything? I thought you were hungry.” Steve commented, looking down at you resting on his shoulder, feeling equal parts of adoration and confusion. 

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’, “I just wanna be with you, as long as you’ll let me.” You said dreamily. You took your other hand and dragged it up and down Steve’s arm, appreciating the muscle definition. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the best arms?” You questioned, using the opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulder and nuzzle your head into his side. 

“N-no.” He replied, choking slightly on his food. Seriously, what was happening with you? Sure he had flirted with you but he never thought that you got the hint, maybe he had been wrong. 

You spent the rest of the day with Steve acting like a deranged schoolgirl in love. You hardly ate or drank anything unless Steve absolutely insisted. 

“Doll, you haven’t eaten all day, I’m worried.” He would say, nervousness lacing his words. 

“Hm, doll,” you began, rolling your mouth over the ‘o’ and sticking your tongue out to accentuate the ‘l’, “I like it when you call me that. Makes me feel special.” You said, looking at Steve as if he hung the moon and stars, which, he totally did. 

Later that night when he tried to leave you to go sleep in his own room you practically threw a tantrum. 

“Where are you going?” You whined, pulling his arm so that he would stay in your room, with you. 

“Doll, I’m going to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Don’t leave me Stevie, please?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around his thick neck muscles and lacing your hands behind his head, trying to make yourself as irresistible as possible. 

“Are you sure? You wouldn’t feel more comfortable here by yourself?” Steve asked, a slight blush working its way onto his facial features. He didn’t want to push you to do anything you didn’t want to. 

“I won’t make a move, scouts honor.” You promised, holding your hand in a mock boy scout gesture, “I just wanna be with you, just hold me.” The way you said it, the sheer innocence in your voice made him weak in the knees. He had wanted to do just that for so long so how could he say no? He followed you into bed and let you adjust so that you were using his chest as a pillow. “G’night Stevie.” You yawned into his shirt. 

“Goodnight sweetheart.” Steve replied, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head and watching as your eyelids fluttered shut and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 

The next morning you woke up from a wonderful sleep, the best sleep you had in awhile. You tried to turn on your other side but there was something slung across your stomach holding you down. The more you woke up the more you felt the presence. It was behind you as well, radiating a comforting warmth. You almost fell back asleep until you felt a gentle breath fan across your head, what the hell? Waking up fully now you realized that there was another person in bed with you. Fuck. 

Yesterday came back to you in a sobering tidal wave of memories. The arrow, seeing Steve, spending all day with Steve, acting like a complete idiot around Steve, asking Steve to spend the night. Shit. Tentatively you tried to move yourself out of the soldiers grasp but he shifted under your touch, pulling you back against his warmth. 

“Don’t go, not yet.” He said, voice rough in the early morning hours. Oh. Even though the love spell had worn off that was still incredibly attractive. 

“Bathroom.” You whispered out to him, hoping he would let you go for that. Luckily, you were right. You quickly darted out from under Steve’s arm and went to the bathroom, gingerly shutting the door behind you. 

You splashed water on your face and were about to go back outside and deal with the man in your bed when something caught your eye. A piece of golden paper pinned to the wall with an arrow through it.