The medical bay was quiet, save for the soft, steady hum of the heart monitor and the subtle, radiant glow of magic weaving between your fingers. ​Steve lay back against the bio-bed, his chest wrapped tight where he had taken a heavy plasma blast to shield you during yesterday's fight. He was supposed to be resting, but his eyes remained fixed on you as you hovered your hand over his injury, letting your warm, ethereal magic flow smoothly into his skin to ease the deep ache in his ribs. ​Without a word, Steve shifted slightly. It was so subtle you almost missed it—his fingers lightly brushing against the edge of your palm, his thumb gently resting against your knuckles as if he just instinctively needed to anchor himself to you. He didn't make a big show of it, but his blue eyes held a deep, quiet warmth that spoke volumes.

​"Your magic feels warm..." Steve murmured, his voice low, rough, and entirely soft just for you. "You don't have to tire yourself out for me, sweetheart. I'm alright."

​Before you could reply, the glass doors slid open with a soft hiss. ​hulk stepped in first, wearing his lab coat and adjusting his glasses as he checked the digital vitals on the monitor.* "Heart rate and cellular repair look stable... thanks to your magic, of course," hulkoffered with a gentle smile.

​"Hey Cap! I brought extra juice boxes—oh!" Peter Parker rushed in right behind iron man and black widow, instantly pausing when he saw how close you and Steve were standing.

"Relax, kid, don't break the moment," iron man smirked, leaning against the counter while Hawkeye watched from the corridor. "Cap's just enjoying his private magical treatment."

Steve didn't pull his hand away. His gaze stayed locked onto you, his fingers holding yours with a quiet, undeniable devotion. ​"Ignore them," Steve whispered softly, his thumb tracing a subtle circle over your wrist."Thank you... for taking care of me."