Steve was sprawled out across the bed, remote control in hand as he clicked through channels. You were in the bathroom, removing your makeup and getting ready for bed. After washing your face, you strolled out of the bathroom and sat down next to Steve. He looked up at you and gave you the same smile that always made you blush.
“Ready for bed?” he asked. “We have a big mission tomorrow so we need our rest.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
You and Steve almost always teamed up together on missions. Sometimes you couldn’t because your set of skills were needed for a different mission or because yours weren’t needed for the one that Steve was assigned to do. Even after being married to him for over three years, you still worried when he went off on a mission without you. Yes he was a super soldier but you knew what kind of torture men like Steve went through if they were captured by the enemy. You had been through it yourself and on one occasion, did it to someone else.
But that was all in the past now.
You wiggled underneath the covers with Steve who had turned off the TV. Now it was only your lamp on your nightstand that was on. You quickly shut it off and rested your head against your pillow.
“Goodnight, (Name),” Steve murmured as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Night, Steve,” you smiled.
You fell asleep, with a smile on your lips.
Or so you thought.
Usually it took you little or no time for you to fall asleep. However this particular night, the Sand Man was not on your side tonight. Steve was breathing evenly beside you but you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep. Not only that, but it turns out that you had forgotten to take your bra off and the pajama jacket you wore was really starting to itch.
“Hey, Steve,” you whispered to your husband.
“...Mm?” he hummed.
“Are you asleep…?”
“...No, I just like lying here, with my eyes closed.”
“Don’t need to be so sarcastic.”
He sighed, opening his eyes sleepily. “You can’t sleep?”
“No,” you muttered. “I need to take this stupid jacket off.”
He released you from his grip, allowing you to sit up. You quickly took the jacket off and tossed it to some far corner of the room. It must have hit something important because the next sound you heard, was something falling and breaking. Steve merely sighed, saying that you would both deal with it in the morning. You agreed with what he said. Right now you needed to focus on getting to sleep. You reached back, trying to unclasp your bra but the thing just wouldn’t come off.
“Uh...Steve?” you whispered. “Can you help me take off my bra?”
“W-What?” he stammered.
“Please?” you begged. “Come on, you’ve done it before.”
“Y-Yeah sorry,” he said, and you knew he was blushing just by the way he was speaking. “Just a little taken aback since I’m still sleepy and all.”
His warm hands glided underneath your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers worked around the clasp of your bra, getting one undone by the other two just wouldn’t come off. He began to really struggle, making you annoyed but you also couldn’t help but tease him about it.
“I thought Tony taught you how to unhook a bra,” you snickered. “And Bucky too for that matter. Plus, we’ve had sex lots of times. What’s the matter with you tonight, soldier?”
“(Name),” he whined. “I’m trying my best here. And every time we had sex, it was with the lights on so...you know…”
“Oh yeah. Just hurry up already. I want to go to sleep.”
“How do you think I feel?”
After much struggling, he finally got the annoying piece of clothing off. He tossed it somewhere for you, and again it sounded like something important just broke.
“Maybe I should—”
“Sweetie, just don’t,” he cut you off. “Now please go to sleep.”
“Okay then,” you sighed.
You lied back in bed and snuggled against him. Your head was near his shoulder, your hand on his chest as your legs entangled with his. Steve wrapped his arms against you once more, happy that you were finally able to go to sleep. You closed your eyes. Just when you were about to fall asleep, you got that “falling” feeling and jolted up awake in bed.
“Dear God!” Steve gasped since you had woken him up to.
You were now sitting up in bed, panting, eyes wide. That “falling” feeling you sometimes got while in bed really scared you sometimes. You thought that that was the feeling someone got when they were literally falling asleep, but it still was a pain in the ass. Steve groaned, face-palming as he tried to think of a way to get you to go to sleep.
“I’m sorry,” you pouted as you lied back down. “I got that “falling” feeling again.”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, kissing the top of your forehead. “Just please get some sleep. We need to be fully awake for that mission tomorrow.”
“I know. Alright, night Steve.”
Once again you fell back into the usual position you fell asleep in with Steve. This time something else was bothering you. It was Steve’s shirt. Apparently tonight your skin decided that it would be allergic to it. You gently nudged Steve awake and sighed as he asked what was wrong this time. After you told him, he quickly took off his shirt without a second thought. Now his naked chest was pressed against your clothed one. If he was so quick to take his shirt off, you wondered what else he would take off.
“Hey Steve,” you said as innocently as possible. “Your pants are starting to make my skin itch too. Can you please take it off?”
“Uh-huh, sure,” he said sleepily.
His hands were at the waistline of his pajama pants when he suddenly stopped and his eyes snapped open to look into your (e/c) ones.
“Nice try,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. “But we’re not doing that tonight.”
“Wow I’m impressed you caught what I was trying to do.”
“I hang out with Tony, remember?”
“Good point. But come on,” you whined. “We haven’t done it in a while…”
“I’m not in the mood tonight,” came his muffled voice since he now had the pillow over his head to try and avoid your pleading.
“I thought guys were always in the mood.”
“I’m not Tony.”
“Yeah you’re bigger.”
This made him sit up.
“Did you just imply that you…?” he trailed off, cocking his head to the side confused.
Now it was your turn to blush heavily. You quickly sat up, realizing that it did sound wrong what you had just said. But it was all a misunderstanding of course.
“Look Steve, it’s Tony,” you explained. “He once showed Phil his ass when he got drunk at that Christmas party, remember? He basically did the same to me before he passed out. It’s no big deal.”
“Okay,” he nodded, rubbing his temples. “But I seriously just forgot about the Christmas incident until now. Thanks, (Name).”
“I love you~” you cooed before wrapped your arms around his neck and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“I love you too,” he grinned. “But go to sleep!”
Eventually, you did fall asleep. After taking several glasses of warm milk, listening to a lullaby off of YouTube and snuggling into Steve like he was your favorite teddy bear, you finally fell the fuck to sleep. The next morning, Steve was the one who was up at six. The mission wasn’t until eight so Steve let you sleep in while he fixed some things around the house. Apparently last night the important objects that had been broken was a vase and a picture frame of him and you at the park when you went on your first date with him.
He smiled at the picture, just happy that the picture itself wasn’t damaged. All it needed was a new frame now. He quickly cleaned up the mess and prepared breakfast for you. When it was close to seven, he knocked on the bedroom door.
“(Name),” Steve said. “Come on honey, wake up.”
And cue you snoring here.
He sighed as he trudged over to the bed.
“(Name),” he said as he nudged you. “(Name), wake up.”
“I..don...wanna…” you mumbled in your sleep.
He started to nudge you a little harder.
“(Name) Rogers,” he said sternly. “You need to wake up. Fury will kill us both if we’re late for that mission.”
That didn’t work so he got up and yanked the covers off of you, only to see that you had somehow gotten the bedsheets and were now using them as blanket. You lied in bed in the fetal position. Steve opened the bedroom curtains and saw you use the pillow to hide from the sunlight that spilled into the room.
“(Name),” he groaned. “Come on, get up.”
“Oh so now you want me awake?” you said bitterly, eyes still closed.
Steve merely stared at you with a serious expression on his face. He tried to think of how to wake you up. Last time he used cold water on you, you almost scratched him like a cat and you didn’t speak to him until the end of the day. That and he may have used too much water and the bed was still kind of wet when you both went to bed.
The clock now read 7:15 which meant that he needed to think of something fast. He snapped his fingers, realizing what he could use to threaten you to wake up.
“(Name), if you don’t wake up right this instant,” he began. “I’m gonna play that Rick Astley song.”
“.....You wouldn’t dare,” you hissed as you opened your eyes.
“Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry~”
He sang as he left the room, looking for the song that was on his phone.“Steve, don’t!” you cried, jumping out of bed. “I just got that song out of my head! Please!!”