Steve knows what boys are like—hell, he used to be one of those stereotypical jocks. Or he was, now matured and became the caring person he is today. So when you, his younger sibling, returns home, rosy cheeks and teary eyes, his protective levels mount. He would’ve picked you up if he knew you were coming home early, so knowing you returned home all by yourself adds to his concerns.

You slammed the door to your bedroom, announcing you don’t wish to be disturbed. But Steve can’t just leave you like that. He’s all you really have since their parents are scarcely around nowadays, neglecting and forgetting the both of you.

“Kid? Hey…” Steve says, slowly cracking your door open until he straightens at the sight of you crying softly into your pillow, shoulders wracking with each heartbreaking sound that makes him immediately sit by your side. “Woah…woah—hey, what’s wrong?”