Fandom: MCU
Pairing/characters: Steve Rogers x reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson
Words: 610

Note: This one is a direct continuation of Who is the cuddler.

It was nearing the end of the movie. I was struggling to stay awake all tucked into Steve's warm body and resting my head on his shoulder. Having seen the movie a few times before, I knew the ending was good and was trying to stay awake long enough to see it.

But my eyes were drooping and I must have nodded off for a few minutes because I woke up when Steve untangled our hands. I blinked a few times and saw that I had missed the good part.

I yawned and heard Steve sniff a little. I glanced carefully up at him and saw that he was wiping away tears. Who could blame him, the ending was truly cry-worthy. This was the first time I had seen Steve cry though. I reached for the hand near my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, but not letting go and straightened myself up a bit. He looked around at me and the blue in his eyes were glittering with tears. I gave him a knowing smile and leaned in for a quick kiss before he turned his attention back to the movie again.

I heard some more sniffing and looked discreetly around. Looked like Sam wasn't entirely unaffected either, even Natasha seemed to be blinking more than normal. Good, I thought. I had a feeling Steve wouldn't want anyone to see this, and now they were occupied with their own reactions.

As soon as the credits began rolling, I jumped for the remote and stopped the playback, then stretched and yawned, making sure to give Steve the chance to recover. "It was good, wasn't it? I think I fell asleep for a bit at the end though. What did you guys think?" I started gathering all the snack bowls and empty bottles.

Natasha stood up and turned her back to the room, pretending to dust herself off. "It was okay."

"Fucking great, is what it was," Sam said, still sitting in the armchair, and not hiding the fact that he had been crying. Rubbing his eyes and sniffing loudly. "I'm crying, man."

"Yeah, I did the first time I watched it too," I said, dishes and bottles stacked carefully in my arms. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I wandered over to the kitchen and dumped the bottles on the counter and the dishes in the sink. A hand stroked over my back and I leaned into the touch, knowing it was Steve.

"Hey, doll. I think Nat is looking for another movie, a comedy. You going to stay for it?"

"No, think I want to head home. Make out with my crying boyfriend, or something like that. Unless you want to watch it?"

He moved to the fridge and grabbed a new cold bottle of water. "No, I think I'm all movied out for today." Then he turned to me and frowned. "What do you mean 'crying boyfriend'?"

"Just when I thought I couldn't love you more, I see you crying at my favourite part in one of my favourite movies."

Steve just stared at me, one of his eyebrows rising slowly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I raised my own eyebrow in a challenge. "So you don't wanna make out?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well, I only make out with superheroes who cry at that scene. Maybe I'll invite Sam over tonight."

Steve narrowed his eyes, a stare that might make an enemy think twice about challenging him. "One tear," he then said.

I considered him, looking him up and down. "Good enough." Then I grabbed his hand and lead the way back to our rooms.