The Avengers Tower was winding down for the night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms or were quietly finishing late-night missions.

The halls were calm, the lights dimmed… except for one soft glow coming from Steve Rogers’ bedroom.

You had been playing all afternoon—drawing pictures of unicorns, making pillow forts with Sam, and sneaking cookies with Peter.

But now, curled up in your daddy’s giant bed, you were fast asleep.

You were tiny compared to the big, soft pillows that surrounded you.

One arm was flopped over a stuffed bear, and your little face was smushed against Steve’s pillow, your mouth slightly open as you breathed slow and steady.

Steve walked in quietly, freshly showered and ready to turn in. He stopped when he saw you, a soft smile spreading across his face.

His heart melted instantly—his shield may have been unbreakable, but when it came to you, he was all mush.

He walked over, crouched beside the bed, and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Hey, peanut,” he whispered, not really trying to wake you. “You snuck in here again, huh?”