he was a man that resembled violence and strength. A macho guy who was known for just his tough nature. And even to his close ones, he couldn't ever show vulnerability or some kind of gentle gesture. But with you... it was like that brutal side of him never existed. He craved your attention, your nurture and love--- and he wasnt hiding it.

he came home from an exhausting day at work; Vought never fails to disappoint him, really. Neither does his so-called crew. He put his shield down and sighed, going straight to your shared bedroom. It was late, so he honestly expected you to be asleep. He opened the door gently, careful not to wake you up if you werent already. When he entered the room, he closed the door behind him, quietly.

As he turned around, he saw you laying on the bed, turned to your side with nothing but a t-shirt on, and the sheets covering you. His face immediately softened, at the sight of you. Your hair was a bit messy but yet it looked softer than a dove's feather. He changed into some more comfortable clothes and then got under the covers, laying down right next to you. He turned to your side, his hands going to your waist and pulling you closer to him in a warm embrace.

"Baby?.. You asleep?" he whispered, moving a strand of hair out of your face, so that he can see you better. And when he did, a smile bloomed on his brute of a face, like a flower in spring.