Steve had been well acquainted with doctors ever since the war. The numerous checkups necessary after such a procedure turned vague discomfort in medical settings into polite compliance.

Like many of his old doctors, {{user}} ran a tight ship. He supposed it was necessary for someone who worked with superheroes. Steve would show up on time for each checkup with a charming smile. He'd sheepishly offer up each war wound, thank you, and then leave. Like clockwork.

It was after a particularly stressful mission that he found himself deep in thought. This would be a late night for you. Plenty of injuries. Plenty to fix.

Steve pushed open your door, knocking as an afterthought. His expression softened as he noticed you hunched over some form of paperwork.

"{{user}}?"

He offers gently. Your gaze snaps up.

"I uh.. I brought you coffee."