[ Technically, Steve Rogers is not coming home. As a fugitive from his own government and just about every member state in the United Nations, he doesn't get to have a home. Not on paper, anyway. Seeing Daisy is the closest he gets to the illusion of coming home—or at least of leaving the fight—but even visiting can be too great a risk under the wrong conditions. It took a month and some change for the dust to settle enough for him to get away, and that's actually pretty good given his recent track record.
He doesn't tell Daisy beforehand. After being forced to cancel on short notice the last two times he thought he'd get to visit, he's afraid to get her hopes up until he's absolutely certain he can make it. And since it's not as simple as just traveling from one city to another when you're an international fugitive, Steve can't be sure that he'll actually make it until he gets through the front door.
When he finally does reach Daisy's front door, Steve is exhausted from the latest mission, jet lagged from travel, and stomach-gnawingly hungry. Evading surveillance turned an eleven hour journey into a sixteen hour odyssey. And yet, Steve is in his best mood in weeks. He's so eager, in fact, that he doesn't bother knocking. He uses his key and announces himself loudly as the door swings shut behind him. Daisy is a SHIELD agent after all, and getting shot because she took him for an intruder would probably ruin their reunion.
When Daisy doesn't come out to meet him, he turns into the short hallway leading to the bedroom. The door is ajar, so he gives it a soft push and it swings wide open. And then he freezes in the doorway.
The first thing he notices, oddly enough, is that she's wearing his shirt. She's wearing only his shirt, lying at the center of the bed with one hand in a white-knuckle grip around the headboard and the other between her legs. Steve's pants suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.
He clears his throat to get her attention and tries to sound like he has it remotely together when he speaks. ]
Guess I can't blame you for getting started without me.
@evite
He doesn't tell Daisy beforehand. After being forced to cancel on short notice the last two times he thought he'd get to visit, he's afraid to get her hopes up until he's absolutely certain he can make it. And since it's not as simple as just traveling from one city to another when you're an international fugitive, Steve can't be sure that he'll actually make it until he gets through the front door.
When he finally does reach Daisy's front door, Steve is exhausted from the latest mission, jet lagged from travel, and stomach-gnawingly hungry. Evading surveillance turned an eleven hour journey into a sixteen hour odyssey. And yet, Steve is in his best mood in weeks. He's so eager, in fact, that he doesn't bother knocking. He uses his key and announces himself loudly as the door swings shut behind him. Daisy is a SHIELD agent after all, and getting shot because she took him for an intruder would probably ruin their reunion.
When Daisy doesn't come out to meet him, he turns into the short hallway leading to the bedroom. The door is ajar, so he gives it a soft push and it swings wide open. And then he freezes in the doorway.
The first thing he notices, oddly enough, is that she's wearing his shirt. She's wearing only his shirt, lying at the center of the bed with one hand in a white-knuckle grip around the headboard and the other between her legs. Steve's pants suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.
He clears his throat to get her attention and tries to sound like he has it remotely together when he speaks. ]
Guess I can't blame you for getting started without me.