steve always gets extra clingy when the two of you save the world again. you get it, you’d do the same to him if he wasn’t all over you first. “cmon, bubba, we’re all… grimy.” you say, letting him pull you into his room. you’re both bandaged, but covered in blood, some belonging to yourselves, and some belonging to monsters and friends. “yeah, yeah, i know. you’re right.” he mumbles, kissing you again.