rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + sharing music

i'm so happy

that you love me

life is lovely

when you're near me

"what are you smiling at, rogers?"

natasha, strapped next to steve in the quinjet, gives him her signature smirk.

"nothing." he ducks his head to scroll through the spotify playlist you made him. after a moment, he picks another song.

when you feel lost and about to give up

'cause your best just ain't good enough

and you feel the world has grown cold

and you're drifting out all on your own

and you need a hand to hold

darling, reach out

upon disembarking from the quinjet, steve sheds his uniform and showers at the compound. he's at your apartment in less than 45 minutes.

the door opens and you grin at him, all friendly. "hi!" you blink at the bruises and bandages on his arms, but he seems fine. "did you like your 60's playlist?"

he nods while turning his phone around in his hands a few times. "it was funny. they were all... love songs."

you just raise your eyebrows, happy that you manage to keep the rest of your face straight. "huh. what a funny coincidence."

"yeah." steve steps into your apartment without asking. not that he needs to ask, but you still think it's a little rude. his wide shoulders take up most of the space in your cramped doorway. "hilarious," he murmurs.

you shrink back when steve moves close enough to tuck his foot between yours. your hands hide behind your back.

your fingertips touch the startlingly cold wall behind you. a sharp contrast, compared to steve radiating heat.

you click your tongue. "i should probably take a listen through the 70's playlist before i send it to you. just to make sure there are some non-love songs." your voice remains flirty, but you can't speak much louder than a whisper as you stare into his blue eyes, periodically looking at his lips.

"let's listen to it together."

you're pretty sure there's no one else in the world except you and steve, right here.

"the playlists are for you. to keep you company when you're on a mission."

"i want you to keep me company right now."

a nervous smile finally breaks across your face. you feel a little faint, but steve takes your hand in his, steadying you. "okay."