Nap time with you
Joaquin Torres x girlfriend!reader
Summary: Joaquin’s girlfriend can fall asleep anywhere, and instead of questioning it, he starts napping with her. Before long, it becomes their favorite routine.
Word count: 1012
Notes: no Captain America: Brave New World spoilers :)
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Joaquin Torres was used to high-energy situations. Missions, training, and keeping up with Sam Wilson meant he was always on the move. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for dating you.
Because somehow, despite all the chaos, you could fall asleep anywhere.
At first, he thought it was a one-time thing. The two of you had been hanging out at his place, watching a movie, when he felt your head slump against his shoulder. He glanced down, expecting you to be watching intently, but—nope. You were out cold.
“Hey,” he whispered, nudging you slightly. “Did you seriously just knock out?”
You let out a small sigh in response, nuzzling into his hoodie like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. Joaquin blinked, staring at you, before laughing softly to himself.
Alright, maybe the movie was a little boring.
But then it kept happening.
You would doze off in the passenger seat of his car five minutes into a drive. You fell asleep on a rooftop once, mid-mission debrief, and nearly gave Sam a heart attack. You even curled up in a booth at a diner after breakfast, resting your head on your folded arms like it was the most natural thing to do.
Joaquin quickly realized: you could nap anywhere, anytime.
And, well… that was kind of adorable.
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One day, after a long week of missions, Joaquin found you sprawled across his couch, dead to the world. You had come over to hang out, but somewhere between waiting for him to get out of the shower and picking a movie, you had passed out completely.
Joaquin just stood there for a second, hands on his hips, watching the steady rise and fall of your breathing. He shook his head with a soft laugh.
“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured.
Then, without really thinking about it, he grabbed a blanket, tossed it over you, and instead of waking you up—he joined you.
He had meant to just sit beside you, but when he felt how warm you were, the exhaustion from the past week caught up with him fast. The next thing he knew, he was lying down too, pulling you against him, his face buried in your hair.
And damn, this was comfortable.
Joaquin had never really been a nap guy. He always felt like there was something to do, somewhere to be. But being curled up with you, listening to your soft breathing, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest?
Yeah. He could get used to this.
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After that, it became a thing.
Joaquin stopped questioning it and just started joining you.
You crashed on the couch after training? He slid in beside you, pulling you close. You curled up in the Quinjet after a mission? He threw his jacket over both of you and knocked out too. You flopped onto his bed, stretching like a cat? Yeah, no, he was claiming his spot too.
“You know,” he said one afternoon as you both lay tangled together in his bed, “I think you’ve corrupted me.”
You blinked sleepily up at him. “Huh?”
“I never used to nap,” he admitted, running his fingers through your hair. “Now I’m out here dozing off at random times of the day because of you.”
You hummed, not at all guilty. “Not my fault you make a good nap buddy.”
Joaquin grinned. “Oh, nap buddy, huh? That’s all I am to you?”
“Mm.” You pretended to think about it. “And a pretty decent boyfriend, I guess.”
He let out a dramatic gasp. “Wow. So generous.”
You giggled, snuggling closer, your nose brushing against his collarbone. “Admit it—you love it.”
Joaquin sighed, kissing the top of your head. “Yeah. I really do.”
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One evening, after a particularly long mission, Joaquin was the one who crashed first.
You found him sprawled across the couch, his arm draped over his face, still in his flight gear. His wings had been set aside, his boots lazily kicked off. He looked exhausted.
You should have woken him up, told him to change, maybe convinced him to eat something first.
Instead, you climbed right on top of him and curled up against his chest.
Joaquin made a small, sleepy noise of surprise but didn’t even open his eyes. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his hand resting against the small of your back.
“Mmm… stealing my move,” he mumbled.
“Shh,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Nap first. Talk later.”
He chuckled sleepily. “See? Corrupted me.”
But he didn’t complain.
He just held you tighter and let himself drift off, safe and warm in your arms.
