Fandom: MCU
Pairing/characters: Steve Rogers x reader, mention of Wanda Maximoff
Words: 502

Steve hated the thought, but he couldn't deny it was true. Some of these new recruits were... Not good. Stupid even. He needed a serious talk with the head of the recruitment office. The safety of the world is on the line, to push it to the extreme. But before he made that call, he had to go home and talk his frustrations out with his best girl. He had to cool down and no one was better at cooling him down than her.

He strode in the door, kicked off his boots and was about pull off his leather jacket when a noise reached his ears. His entire stance changed, on instant alert as he listened. The shower was running. There was high pitched whining, and then spluttering and violent coughing.

Someone was in there with her, strangling her!

Steve took off towards the bathroom, grabbing his shield from the counter on the way. He burst through the bedroom door, was across the bedroom in two steps and pulled open the bathroom door, nearly pulling it off its hinges.

"What's going on in here?!" He shouted. "Let her go!" He pulled at the shower door, and it did break, the glass shattering into a million pieces.

"Steve! What the hell?" She held up the back scrubber like a weapon.

Steve looked around. "I thought... It sounded like... You were being strangled."

She stared at him, one eyebrow raised and not amused in the slightest. "I was singing, Rogers. I know I'm not good, but I didn't know I was that bad."

"But, the coughing and spluttering..."

She poked his shield with the back scrubber. "Sometimes, I crack on the high notes and I cough."

"Oh." Steve seemed to deflate a little. "So, you're okay?"

"Apart from a bit of a sore throat and being scared half to death, yeah."

"You scared me half to death too. I thought you were dying." Steve's heart was still beating hard from the fear.

"I'm sorry my singing is so awful. But nice to know you'll save me from choking on the high notes." Playfulness had replaced the annoyance in her eyes. "Can you please save me from the shattered glass now too?"

Steve looked down and only now seemed to realise he had broken the shower. "Oh, yeah." He put the shield on top of the sink and then leaned across to her, since he had just socks on, picked her up carefully and sidestepped the shards of glass and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down on the floor. Then he grabbed a towel from the closet and handed it to her.

"Guess I'll wash my hair later, but at least the rest of me is clean," she said as she started patting herself down.

"I'll ask Wanda if you can borrow her shower while I fix this." He scratched the back of his head as he glanced back into the bathroom.

"My knight in shining armour." She blew him a raspberry.