Protector - Steve Rogers x YN đŞśđĽ° (a little bit of đŤ at the start)
Summary: Youâre taking forever to leave the house and youâre going to be late for Starkâs party, resulting in Steveâs growing frustration. He loses his patience and you confess the real reason you take your time before you leave â you feel anxious. He becomes your protector for the evening, ensuring you feel safe at all times.
Contains: Comforting, protective boyfriend Steve. Heâs giving more âparentâ than âpartner,â but it is what it is. Praise kink if you squint.
Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety. Steve shouting at you out of frustration, but he apologises immediately afterwards, and itâs due to a misunderstanding.
A/N: The way Steve comforts her is @simplyhollâs brilliant headcanon.
It was the third time heâd said it. And his patience was wearing thin.
âOkay, okay, I just need to grab a bottle of waterâŚ.â You scurried to the fridge, heart racing as it always did. Steve didnât know why. He couldnât know why.
He sighed. âThey have drinks there.â His voice fell quiet. Defeated. âThatâs why weâre goinâ after all.â He shook his head.
âOkay okay Iâll just be two seconds, I just need to get - â
âYou know if I didnât know better. Iâd think you were doing this on purpose. Youâre always teasing me about being Sergent Punctuality.â
Halfway up the stairs, you turned. You noticed Steveâs hands resting on his hips.
âWhat? Steve, no, I just need to grab one more thing - â
He rolled his eyes, glancing around the kitchen. He looked at his watch. You werenât late. Not yet. But if you left it any longer, you would be. Your rapid footsteps alerted him to your reappearance, grabbing your bag and frantically searching through it. âOkay I have my phone, keys, lip balm, wallet - â
In two long strides he was beside you, a firm hand on your forearm. âHoney,â his voice was stern. âWe have to go.â
âYeah, I know, just let me check if I-â
âIâm serious.â His arms were folded now.
You swallowed. âYeahâŚ. sure, let me just - â
âThatâs it. Get your bag right now, weâre leaving. No more of this.â
âNo!â He slammed a hand on the kitchen counter in pure frustration. The bark in his voice made you flinch. You felt as though the echo of his yell was rattling around in your ears and jiggling your brain. You absolutely couldnât handle it. Not now.