Reflection
Summary: Working at Stark Industries meant a lot of sleepless nights. But when you run into Steve one night, you notice he might be in the same boat as you. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic-ish) Word Count: 2793 Warnings: Language, angst, talk of bad childhoods and experiences, fluff A/N: I’m trying to get out of my writer’s block, so I apologize for the lack of stories. I was hoping to have Wildfire up this weekend, but every time I went to work on it, my brain would just short out, so I decided to see if something would flow from my WIP’s, and here we are! It’s a bittersweet story about Steve and his loss of self-identity. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and the below gif was made by me. Enjoy!
The light tapping on your knee drew you from slumber, and you blearily blinked open your eyes as you sat up, grimacing as you peeled off the piece of paper stuck to your face. The pen was still in your hand, albeit loosely held, and you rubbed your eyes before looking over at what woke you.
“Hi, Dum-E,” you cooed, smiling when he opened and closed his metal claw excitedly. “Thanks for waking me up.”
The robot let out a soft melodic stream of beeps before waving his arm and rolling away from the table and back toward the main workshop area, only bumping into one table along the way. The new AI coding you’d been developing at Stark Industries had come a long way, and Dum-E was definitely evidence of that. Although he might not be as “smart” as the other robots, he held a special place in your heart.
“Jarvis?” you said through a yawn.
“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Is Tony asleep?” you asked, lethargically shuffling various papers into their respective folders and closing your laptop.
“He retired a little over an hour ago, and is currently asleep upstairs with Miss Pots,” the AI informed you. “Do you require his assistance?”
“No!” you shouted, before clearing your throat. “Er, sorry, Jarvis. No, I don’t. I’m glad he’s sleeping. The man can go an impossible amount of time without sleep.”
“Indeed. I have had to call Miss Potts or Captain Rogers for assistance in the past when he surpasses the safety thresholds I am programmed with.” Jarvis sounded almost disappointed, like an annoyed father.