The Perfect Man
Monica couldn’t help the small sound she made when Steve swung her into his arms. She grabbed at his shoulder, her eyes widening slightly. Something inside of her was burning hot. Really, really hot.
“What is it?” Steve asked urgently, tensing again. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” Monica said quickly. “No, I’m… I’m fine.”
Steve frowned. “You made a noise.”
“I… I know.”
“Captain Marvel, if you’re hurt, you-”
“No!” Monica said, loudly and quickly. “No, I’m fine. I just… I want to go home. Will you take me home?”
read the rest on AO3. i wrote a steve/monica one-shot! full disclosure, it's PWP. reblogs encouraged/appreciated. taglist below.












