s. rogers + looping pinkies

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"pinky promise, rogers." you stick out your hand, pinky lifted.

steve's brow furrows as he mimics your gesture, then links fingers with you. "i've never understood these."

"pinky promises?" you ask, squeezing him a little.

steve pulls your hand close until he can kiss your knuckles. "bucky's sister used to make me do them all the time, but i didn't get it."

"it's just like making a promise, but... more."

"how much more?"

"i don't know. a lot more." his smile grows, still pressed into your hand. "steve."

"fine. i pinky promise that i will consider... rescuing a cat with you."

you squeal in delight, then jump into his lap.

steve thinks pinky promise is a ridiculous name, but he decides to take them as seriously as you do.

"we'll find a cat," he said, a pinky intertwined with yours as you scrolled—yet again—through the web pages of local shelters on your laptop. you dropped your head to his shoulder, sighing despondently. "i promise."

once, you arrived home from a horrible day at work with your arms tucked across your body and tears running down your face. he grasped your little finger and coaxed you into the kitchen. "i'm gonna make you feel better." steve scooped you a big bowl of ice cream, telling you funny stories about his childhood until you finally cracked a smile.

last month, he embraced you before leaving for a long mission. taking a step back, he grabbed both your pinkies with his, laying a tender kiss on your forehead. "i'll be home soon."

now, you ask: "are you happy we got callisto?"

you sit cross-legged on the floor in front of your new cat, dangling a piece of yarn from your pinched fingers. her tiny paws grasp at it playfully. you glance at steve, who watches you from the couch.

"yeah." his voice softens. "we just need more time to warm up to each other. she doesn't like me as much as she likes you."

you smile to yourself, joy on your face when callisto climbs into your lap. "she'll learn to love you, like i do."

steve studies you, practically reverent. he leans forward to tap your shoulder, then holds out his pinky.

you loop your fingers together and beam at him.

"i love you, too."

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