one.
i have always wanted to kiss your frown away. especially when you are overworking, or stuck on finding a solution for a problem that i can't help you with. but even so, i still want to be by your side, see you work your way towards the answer you want, as if it's the light at the end of the tunnel.
“honey, why are you frowning?”
“can't seem to find the problem in this equation.”
“you'll find it soon, you're a certified genius afterall. and don't frown like that.”
“i know, frowning gets me all wrinkled up and i look older.”
“you still look very pretty to me.”
“really, cap? so frowning is your thing?”
“no, you're my thing.”
“now, that's smooth, i'm very impressed. what, you're gonna kiss my frown away, blondie?”
“yes, i think i'm going to do that.”
two.
i want to plant butterfly kisses on your cheeks. and i love to see how you will blush at this simple gesture. on certain days, you would complain about how they feel ticklish.
“steve. your kisses are getting evil. i'm not sure if your intention is to tickle me with kisses because if it is, it's working a bit too effectively.”
“honey, i'm simply kissing you. no tickles or anything. just kisses.”
“if you say so.”
“come lie down.”
“alright. you know, i think you have stubble. did you shave recently?”
“...”
on other days, you would demand for more, sitting in my lap and head buried in the crook of my neck, inhaling the scent of me.
“steve. my favourite cinnamon roll. in exchange for a coffee, i demand for a million more kisses.”
“sure, honey. come here, i'll give you the best kisses of your lifetime.”
“you're the best, sweetie.”
“i hate to argue but you're definitely the best.”
“are we really going down this road because i can pull up a powerpoint with legitimate reasons why you are the best and you can't stop me.”
“alright, sweetheart. i love you but please don't. that technology is still too advanced for me.”
three.
i would kiss you on your forehead before you leave for a meeting, before you go to dreamland, before you start another inventing binge. and i would kiss you again on your forehead after your meeting is over, when you’re finally home, when you wake up in the morning, when you are done with another genius invention. it's a constant reminder that i am here, before and after, and always here to stay, that it has become a habit, a routine.
“where's my favourite star spangled man?”
“i'm here, sweetheart. and i am your only star spangled man.”
“i know. i'm off to another board meeting. see you later, for lunch, maybe?”
“yes, i'll meet you at the cafeteria on floor 21.”
“alright, i hope you won't have to wait. the meeting might run long. i'll let jarvis notify you if it does.”
“okay, love. but i'll be fine waiting for you too.”
“i know, but those ladies always stare at you, as if you're the buffet in the cafeteria. not blaming them, they're not wrong.”
“so you're blaming me instead?”
“oh, no. okay, maybe. whose fault is it to keep working out when they have already gotten such muscles?”
“alright, i'm sorry. now, off to your meeting, before you're late.”
“fashionably late is a thing. and where's my kiss?”
“here you go, honey.”
“love you.”
“love you more.”
“i definitely love you more but i'm going to be late for the meeting, and pepper will not be happy about this, so you win this time.”
“dork.”
four.
i wish to kiss you hard, on your neck, to the point that others will question you about the hickey. it's a sign to show the world that you're mine, a bond between us forged through making love and a mark that you will proudly wear. and no matter how you whine and worry about how to cover it up for the next meeting, i know you love it. and that day, you went to work with a scarf, on a scorching hot afternoon, in the middle of summer. if people say that you are crazy, i only love you harder.
“steven grant rogers. how many times have i said that you can't leave a hickey when i have a meeting with the research department? peter’s there too, i asked him to come to learn more about nano technology and god, he can't see my hickey. i'm trying to be a good adult. and you're not helping.”
“come here. i'm sorry, sweetheart. you were seducing me yesterday, i couldn't resist. and i only left one visible hickey.”
“one is more than enough. god knows how many other hickeys i have in other parts of my body. and you said i was seducing you? i was literally just lying on the couch. i did absolutely nothing. except recite the entire periodic table because i was bored.”
“and that is very much seducing in my books. who cares if you have other hickeys in other places, i’ll be the only one seeing them anyways. love, just make up an excuse that you got bitten by a mosquito or something. it's summer now, so there are a lot of mosquitoes.”
“you actually came up with a valid excuse this time, so i'm going with that. it's stupid but i can't think of a better one. i'm still going to wear a scarf, i can't let peter see this. and definitely not harley, that kid is too smart for his own good. he'd probably know what this is and i'm not ready for that conversation.”
“sure, honey. you do that. come on, i'll send you to your meeting.”
“i hate when you get away with things.”
“oh, beloved. that's the secret, i get away with everything.”
“did you just quote bruce? you're in a strangely good mood and i don't want to question why. it's probably because of the hickey. seriously, you’re so possessive.”
“what can i say? i have the best boyfriend in the world, who also has the best ass. so being a little possessive is nothing.”
“you should be glad that i love you.”
“and i love you too, sweet cheeks.”
“we’re in public!”
five.
i kissed your lips for the first time, under the streetlamp, on our way back from some greasy fast food place. i could still taste the oily cheese fries on your tongue but it doesn't change the fact that i am addicted. i don't think any other lips or rather anyone else will do. i only want to kiss you for the rest of my life, which is to say that i want to propose to you one day. with a big diamond ring, only because you love the dramatics of a good public proposal. but i am willing to give it all to you.
“steve, have you ever wondered what it is like to have someone by your side for the rest of your life?”
“is there a reason for such a deep thinking question right now? it's 4am and i think you really should get some sleep.”
“i will, but answer my question first.”
“fine, only if you will go to sleep right after.”
“promise.”
“yes, i think it will be romantic.”
“is that it? i ask a serious question at 4.18am, and your answer is only six, no, seven words. come on, cap. you can do better than that.”
“oh dear. you're really serious, aren't you? well, to satisfy you, i would say that it's not going to be an easy journey. to have me, to want me for the rest of their life, i only wish that they will always love me no matter what happens.”
“even when you become a capsicle?”
“especially that.”
“there are many people who fancy you, once a human ice cream or not.”
“i know. but there aren't many people who would continue to stay because of what we do, our heroic acts, or more like our dangerous job. we could lose our lives at any moment, and i don't know if i can put someone to stay, worrying about me like that.”
“i get what you mean.”
“but it doesn't matter. i'm in love with this self-sacrificing man with a suit made of gold-titanium alloy, who loves to throw himself into danger head-first. the man whose motto is, and i quote, sometimes you gotta run before you walk. maybe you should try the walking thing, like normal people.”
“aw, stop it, sugarboo. you know we aren't exactly normal people.”
“i know. and i love you. self-sacrificing or not.”
“i love you too.”
“come here, let's cuddle. you're not escaping this bed until you get eight hours of sleep. jarvis will keep watch.”
“traitors.”
six.
i cuddled with you and when i wake up in the morning, with your hair in my mouth, your legs tangled in my sheets, your mouth drooling on my chest, i want this to be our forever. so i run my fingers through your messy curls, your rosy lips, your scarred chest and if i stopped just to give you a kiss on the top of your heart, no one has to know. and i think, this is how i would imagine what it is like to have someone by your side for the rest of your life.