"You look like you were carved from marble by Michelangelo himself."

You tell Steve, feeling particularly sappy in this moment.

The two of you lay in bed together, enjoying an ever so rare, laze-about kind of day.

You're both Avengers. This just isn't a thing you get to do.

You're on your stomach, your head turned to keep your eyes on Steve, who's laying on his back, looking exactly like the description you gave him in the late afternoon sun rays coming in through the curtains.

"Hmm? Did you say something?"

He asks, giving a playful smirk. His eyes are closed, his arms are behind his head, and he's clearly enjoying the praise.

"Oh, look at you. You know you're gorgeous."

You tease, shifting so your chest is pressed to his as you lean down to kiss him.

Steve parts from the smooch, opening one eye to look at you before closing it again.

"Mm, is that all I am to you? A pretty face?"

He teases back, that smirk a full on grin now.

"A little object for you to enjoy whenever you want?"