Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female
Words: 440

The tradition started fairly early in our relationship. We had just started sleeping together, but not sleeping together. We'd hang out after working and training, and one thing very often led to another and we'd rough it up in the bedroom. I would go shower after and Steve would go back to his room, sometimes we showered together. Or I'd leave Steve to shower and sleep and go back to my room.

But there had been this one time when I'd had an awful week. My mission had gone horribly wrong. I descended into a pit of despair, doubting myself, my abilities and powers, my capability as an agent and Avenger, and maybe I wasn't even fit to clean the dirt under people's shoes. I pushed Steve away feeling I didn't deserve someone as good as him, until he after a few days had had enough. He knew how the mission had gone, and he saw how I had spiralled after.

He had burst through my door and demanded I talk to him, and before I knew it, I poured out all my ugly to him. He had held me and comforted me and we'd made love that night. It had been so slow and sweet and torturous and it had healed part of my heart. As usual, I went to shower after, hadn't done that in days, and Steve had left me pretty sweaty.

I had thought Steve left right after I got out of bed, but when I was done and went to find a towel to dry off, I saw that he had written something in the fog on the mirror.

I admire everything about you and don't ever doubt yourself.

As if I hadn't cried enough that week.

After that, Steve began leaving notes on the bathroom mirror every now again when we spent the evening in my room. Sometimes it was so meaningful and sweet it brought tears to my eyes, other times he was being a little shit, and so often it was related to how my day had been.

You are the most beautiful creature.

Didn't know you'd love me spanking you that much ;)

You did damn good on yesterday's mission.

These messages didn't stop once we started sleeping together, they just appeared more often. And sometimes it was scary how well Steve knew me. How he knew what I would absolutely love to see, or what message I needed to see.

You are my world. My everything.

I love you!

Your ass makes me feel naughty things.

Don't tell the others, but you're the best Avenger :*

Move in with me?