Steve is tired.

Being a superhuman has good effects on his body, for sure but that doesn't change the fact that he's a hundred years old soldier who's still fighting nonstop.

He's tired, both physically and mentally.

The thoughts in his mind eating him away, leaving him dealing with a constant headache. All those years he spent in the ice, what happened to Bucky, the confrontation between Tony and him, the Avengers separating...

Yeah, he is tired.

He was a caring man by nature. He loved everyone around him, he respected them. He cared for his friends, a lot. He was overthinking everything.

You were the only good thing in his life right now. His girl, his lover, his wife.

Oh how he loved you.

His love for you was so strong, and the fact that he wasn't there for you killed him. Sure he helped you around, but his mind was so full and his body was just screaming for a break. He was tired to a point that he couldn't even be there for you. Not enough.

He wasn't enough.

He sighed as he stared at the ceiling while sitting down on the couch as he listened to your newborn son's screams as you tried your best to take care of him.

He could hear you struggling. Gosh, you had just given birth only three weeks ago. And you were handling it all on your own.

And his head? His head was killing him. The painkillers he took didn't do anything thanks to the serum.

And he hated himself for not being able to help you.