Various Oneshots (various characters, time points, universes e.g. AU, etc.)

Steve in Wakanda

It had been an uneventful day, not that many days are particularly eventful here in Wakanda. I'm not allowed to leave because of safety reasons and can't seem to find duties or jobs that aren't already done by other people. So most days I sit in Bucky's cryofreeze room at a desk I'd put in a few days after he went under. Some days I watch videos on my tablet, scrolling through social media and keeping up with trends. Other days I catch up with the outside world and search the Internet for any news on our old friends or enemies.
But today I decided that I wanted to create something. I started sketching random things, only to remember how unsteady my hands are; so I moved on to writing out song lyrics in curly fonts and block letters. After becoming bored with lyrics I settled on writing short descriptive writing pieces about things I'd experienced.
The tension between the Avengers when we were introduced to the Sokovia accords. The mix of emotions radiating from the people that surrounded me while I watched a live feed of Bucky's government psych evaluation. The foreboding ache in my stomach that I could feel but not cure as the surveillance screens showed him restrained in his glass cage. The atmosphere at the airport as civilians cleared out and the Avengers arrived, separated by their differing opinions of the Accords.
Three o'clock turned to five o'clock and with tiring eyes I looked over my writings for any lapses in logical progression. Steve joined me in the room for his daily visit to his best friend and took a seat beside me after talking to Bucky for a while. Bucky may not be conscious but talking to him has become a habit for Steve and I, especially when we're particularly stressed or otherwise upset. Steve's company always comforted me, just having someone familiar around that I could have a proper conversation with if I needed to.
When I wasn't pencilling in changes to my writing I was tapping my fingers against the table's surface, an unconscious action I'd only recently started doing. The tapping must've upset Steve because when I looked back up from my paper I saw him with a concentrated glare fixed on my fingers.
"Steve?" My gentle tone attracted his gaze, which softened when he realized that he was scowling.
"Are you alright?" He spoke. His hand reached out, covering mine and stopping its tapping. I nodded to answer then furrowed my brows questioningly.
"Why do you ask?" He chuckled a bit.
"Your tapping. In Morse code you were tapping out 'woe is me' over and over." I smiled.
"I had no idea, I've never really paid attention to the patterns of my tapping." He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss. I could practically feel the red rising into my cheeks. He gently stroked my clasped hand and gazed at it with a gentle smile.
"Don't be sad, hand. You have purpose in life. What more could a hand want?" I smiled at the adorkable gentleman in front of me. As his gaze distanced again I went back to correcting my writing, this time with my hand not tapping but rather enclosed in Steve's comforting hold.