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Summary: Steve came home from the war to a wife that could not deal with the emotionally, mentally, and physically changed man before her. Dealing with it the only way he knew how, Steve buried himself in his work. After saving hundreds of lives in one heroic act, Steve finds himself put on bodyguard duty. Also known as a glorified babysitter. It wasn’t easy being the daughter of insanely rich and successful businessman, Phil Coulson. After multiple death threats, your overbearing, worries-too-much father decides you need a bodyguard. Word Count: 4,816 Warnings: Language, angst, blood, violence, explicit sexual content, major character death, possibly more to come. Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X]
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Before you knew it, a week flew by and, whether either of you liked it or not, the two of you fell into a steady rhythm.
Every morning he would knock on your door before entering. It was his second day on the job that he learned to knock when he stormed in and found you standing there, naked as the day you were born, screaming at him to, “Get the fuck out!”
Now, you couldn’t really be mad at him; it wasn’t his fault. How was he supposed to know that you loved walked around naked after showering? It wasn’t something that you shouted from the rooftops.
Steve would greet you with a tight smile and a cup of your favorite coffee before ushering you down the hall, into the elevator, through the kitchen of the hotel, and straight to the car. He wouldn’t say anything during the ride to your office or to one of the many interviews, even during slower traffic.
He would make sure your office – and bathroom and every other meeting room you would be using – was cleared before allowing you entry, then he would position himself at the same spot, stand the same way, and watch everyone with the same intensity, no matter if they were homeless or some kind soul that was delivering their donation by hand. The man was frustratingly always on duty, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed.
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