“Steve…?”

You call out tiredly as you rub your eyes, having just woken up from an unusually restful sleep to no boyfriend beside you in your bed

Blinking in confusion, your eyes flit around the room. No Steve to be found

“Steve!”

You call again. No response. Worry starts to creep up your throat

With a startled sigh, you climb out of bed, slipping a blanket around your shoulders as you pad down the halls and through the avengers tower

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him, but the sight breaks your heart

Steve is curled up on the couch in the common room, which wouldn’t be concerning, normally. But it’s 3 am, and he’s under a mountain of blankets, yet still shivering - violently

It becomes clear, what the issue is. What was wrong. Why he wasn’t in bed. He got like this, every now and then; when a nightmare hit, and all he could feel was ice, an ice cold chill down to his bones

“Oh, Stevie…”

You sigh, slowly moving to sit beside him, and running a hand through the barely asleep man’s hair