Fandom: MCU
Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader
Words: 827

You turned off the ignition and pulled out the key, ready to grab your stuff and step out, but your hand fell to your lap, the key dropping to the floor.

There was so much you had to do today, so many responsibilities, but you had no energy left. There had been enough responsibilities already today, too many people needing your help, too many little things going wrong, too many rude guests. And to top it all, the weather was just as dreary as you felt.

Your head fell back on the headrest and you felt the lump in your throat grow, tears prickling your eyes, so you closed them and took several deep breaths. There was no time for this.

Long minutes went by, and you gained enough control of yourself to bend down to get your keys, gather your things and go inside.

"Hey, babe!" Sam's voice drifted in from the living room as you kicked off your shoes. "How was your day?"

Swallowing, you called back. "It was fine!"

He grunted, and you felt anger rise inside you. It was irrational and very dark, but with your day and the things you knew you still had left to do, and him most likely having been sitting on that couch watching TV all day, you didn't need that grunt, that typical caveman behavior.

You were about to march in there and yell the daylights out of him, when he came walking towards you. His steps were slow and hesitant, and his handsome face twisted into a concerned frown.

The moment he saw the look on your face, the pale skin, the dark bags under your eyes, the dreary look of your damp and windswept hair, not to mention the fury and exhaustion in your eyes… He took three long steps, scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom.

"Sam! What are you doing?" you squealed. "Where are the others? Where's -"

"They're out with Steve, and they took doggie with them. It's just us tonight, beautiful." He winked down at you and set you down on your feet in front of the bed. You scoffed at the word 'beautiful', looking down at your damp, penguin poop stained clothes, moved some errant strands of hair away from your face and flipped your braid over your shoulder. "Yes, beautiful."

Sam gently put his hands on your face, staring into your eyes with such warmth you felt the lump in your throat again. You believed him. How could you not, when he looked at you like that. Then he pressed his lips to yours, envelopes you in his arms, pressed himself into your body and your filthy uniform.

You felt yourself go weak at the knees. It was amazing that he still had that power over you, after all your time together, after everything you'd been through, after a million kisses. "Sam," you giggled against his lips. "I'm all dirty…"

"Yeah, baby," Sam nearly growled and let his warm hands slip beneath your shirt and up to roam your back.

"I'm rubbing all my dirt on you…" Your fingers played with the short hair at the base of his neck, letting your lips ghost over his.

There was the sound of something snapping, and you felt your bra loosen. "Guess we both need a shower." Sam leant back and gazed lovingly down into your face. Slowly, he pulled at your shirt, up and over your head. You wriggled your shoulders and your bra fell to the ground. His eyes roamed hungrily over you, making you blush.

Then he knelt down and started pulling down your pants and underwear, planting kisses on the skin he revealed. He lifted each of your feet to pull the clothing away, pulling off your socks, and worked his way up again. Lips leaving hot spots, hands creating a path of fire.

"Sam…" you moaned, your hands on his head, moving to his shoulders and down his back as he rose. "You're overdressed."

He reached for your braid, pulling off the scrunchie and dragging his fingers through it, letting it cascade down your back. "Get the water running, and I'll call for a pizza before I join you."

You didn't move, but stood there for a long moment, relishing the feeling of Sam's hands in your hair, his breath on your face, and just his amazingness. "I love you," you whispered, barely audible. But he heard.

"I love you too. I love you because you are beautiful. Because you are so strong. Because you are so talented. Because you are so smart. Because you are so funny. And mostly because you put up with me and my avenging habits. And I'm so damn proud of you."

You felt your entire body tingling at his words, your heart beating like mad, your face heating up.

"Now go get the water running, so I can show you how much I mean it."