Fandom: MCU
Pairing/characters: Steve Rogers x reader, Wanda Maximoff
Words: 488

Note: This one transitions right into Who cries during movies.

It wasn't often we managed this, movie night at the compound. At least not with so many of us there at the same time. The only ones missing were Tony (out courting Pepper), Thor (off-world), Vision (not that interested in this movie) and Rhodey (out having a more interesting life than the rest of us).

Everyone was strewn around in their favourite seats, blankets here and there, cold drinks and popcorn. I was snuggled neatly into Steve at the end of one of the bigger couches, his arm around my shoulders, both of us had our feet on the table. I held a soda bottle safely in my lap, it was nearing body temperature and didn't taste as good anymore, but I still sipped it occasionally. Steve had a bowl of popcorn in his lap and my free hand was probably more in that bowl than it was resting on his thigh.

It was such a lazy day. There was the occasional yawn or sniff or crunch of snacks. Wanda was curled up under a thick, fluffy blanket at the other end of the couch, and whenever she took a piece of chocolate from the bowl on the table, she levitated a piece over to me too.

It was about halfway through the movie when Steve and I had reached the bottom of the popcorn bowl. I huffed and pouted as the took the last piece. He stuck his tongue out in a silent raspberry before popping the thing in his mouth. I retaliated by dragging my index finger across the bottom of the bowl, collecting the salt that was there and sucked my finger with a low hum. There was something about the leftover popcorn salt that was so much better than regular salt. Steve made a face of disgust and set the empty bowl on the table.

I snuggled closer to him and he tightened his arm around me. His other hand grabbed one of mine and he laced our fingers together, lifted them to his lips and kissed the back of my hand before laying them in his lap. I smiled to myself.

Steve wasn't big on the whole public displays of affection. In private it was a different matter, he would kiss me or touch me as we passed in the kitchen, or we'd hold each other as we fell asleep, but he still hadn't been much of a cuddler or snuggler. Neither had I been, before Steve, but with him, I found that I liked to be close whenever I could. He made me feel safe and comfortable and warm in a way no one had done before.

My cuddly tendencies had started rubbing off on him. Even in public, or while everyone else was focused on an interesting movie.

I sighed deeply with satisfaction, leant my head onto his shoulder and let the warmth of him seep into me, making me drowsy.