Captain Cuddles

part 4 of the nightmare series where your avenger boo comforts you after a nightmare. steve/reader

Nightmares were something you learned to deal with growing up, considering your psychic powers brought upon horrible scenarios every night in your dreams. This one however, had to be the worst one yet. Your breath was still coming in short little pants, and you damn near jumped out of your skin when your bedroom door opened. “Y/n?” Steve’s face was a welcomed sight after the night you had. Some light from the kitchen was shining through the door as he took a step inside.

You shifted in your bed, the sheets were half way onto the floor, “I’m sorry if I woke you up, I just-” you shakily spoke, and lost your train of thought when Steve began walking towards you.

“No, don’t worry,” His eyebrows rose as he saw you sitting on the side of the bed, staring at the ground, “I was just getting some water…Are you okay?” Steve knew the team better than anyone, and something in his heart told him that there was something seriously wrong with you.

Instead of lying and making everything sound okay, you knew it was time to open up to someone about the underlying issues of your powers. “No. I’ve been having crazy nightmares, and no matter what I do they won’t go away.” you swallowed hard after that last statement. It wasn’t exactly easy to tell someone you had been seeing shit in your head. The most recent missions were rougher than ever, considering after almost every mission you had to sleep for 2 days from how worn out you were from your powers.

“Well, uh,” Steve stammered, “I can stay with you… that’s what uh- Natasha-” He continued to try and get through the sentence without being awkward, which was super cute, and made you smile. Leave it to Steve to be absolutely adorable even when he’s stammering.

“If you’re going to blabber on, at least come here so I can use you as a pillow.” You lightly smiled, and patted the spot on the bed to the left of you. Steve chuckled under his breath, and moved toward the other side of the room on the unoccupied side of the bed. His weight shifted the mattress, so you rolled to your left a little. The cologne he was wearing smelled faintly like home, and that had made it easy for you to curl up on his side while his right arm went around you. “Hey, Steve,” you looked up at him in the darkness.

“Yeah y/n?” He looked and met eyes with you, those blues shone in the dark.

Before you drifted off into your slumber, you mumbled, “Thank you.”

Steve just enjoyed the sight of you in his arms, before falling asleep himself. Natasha came in at one point early in the morning to ask if you wanted to go to training. But as soon as she saw Capsicle, happily asleep with you in his arms, she backed out as quietly as possible and whispered “It’s about damn time.”


The Forest of Dean. I came here once with Mum and Dad, years ago. It’s just how I remember it. The trees, the river… everything, like nothing’s changed. Not true, of course. Everything’s changed. If I brought my parents back here now they probably wouldn’t recognize any of it. Not the trees, or the river… not even me.