Steve’s fingers just barely graze your cheek. He’s flushed, but smiling, dimples on clear display. “Thanks for, you know, taking me to see the sights,” he says softly, gaze tender. “Don’t get a lot of time to go sightseeing when you’re saving the world.”

You’re always taking him out, buying him things. He loves it, even if he’s shy about it. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asks. “I wanted to be sure I was reading this right.”