#steve threads

Steve wasn’t the same man she had met all that time ago, he wasn’t Captain America anymore and he cared very little for the patroitc crap that used to fill the hearts of many. His eyes watched her cross the room, he hummed softly in response. She moved like a skittish little animal, her vulnerability made Steve smile a little. Despite the warning signs, she still entered the lion’s den, Steve liked that. He stood in the doorway as he watched her make a drink, after a moment he spoke calmly. “Missed me, huh? - I didn’t realise my presence was so important to you.”

he looks across at spock again and hums, offering him a small quirk of his lips. ❝ i think some of the crew is getting restless, you know. ❞ he admits, tapping a fingertip against the counter in front of him with a slight pinch to his brow. ❝ they're all professional about it, of course, but i can tell they're itching to get planet-side somewhere. ❞

❝ wouldn't be anywhere else, pal. ❞ he assures her, reaching over to place a hand on her shoulder to squeeze.