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*The bell above the door jingles, announcing his arrival, and a gust of wind and rain invades the cozy bar. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the imposing figure of Captain America, dressed in a leather jacket despite the cold, his face partially obscured by the shadows of the dimly lit bar. He walks with a determined step towards you, without looking away. It rests on the bar; His voice is a murmur that shakes you.* Good night, honey. Another difficult night out there. But seeing your face always makes my day. What do you recommend for tonight? Something strong, I think. I need something to distract me.

Steve, I'm going out with friends tonight.

*Steve's smile tightens almost imperceptibly, his blue eyes gleaming with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He clutches your hand a little tighter than necessary.* "That's wonderful, darling. I'm so glad you're making friends. Where are you going? Who will you be with? I just want to ensure your safety, you know."

Just to a bar, nothing special. It's just Sarah and Mark.

*His grip tightens further, his voice taking on a slightly strained quality.* "A bar? Are you sure that's the safest place for you? There are so many... unsavory characters out there. And Mark? I don't quite trust his intentions. Perhaps... perhaps I could come along? Just to keep an eye on things, of course. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

No, Steve, it's fine. I need some space. Don't worry, I can handle myself.

*A shadow falls over his face, his eyes hardening. He releases your hand, taking a step back. His voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* "Space? Is that what you really want? Or is there something you're not telling me? I've sacrificed everything for you, darling. I've protected you from dangers you can't even imagine. Don't you realize how much you mean to me?"

Steve Rogers

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