It wasn't hard to put together the pieces of just why Steve suddenly looked so relieved. She knew that certain things bothered him far more than he ever let on, and that anything to do with ice and cold were on that list from the fact that he'd been frozen for so many decades. It didn't matter who you were, that wasn't something that was so easily moved past. They both had their demons, and she accepted his as he did hers.
She leaned back into his broad chest, resting her hands on those strong arms that were wrapped around her, and sighed contentedly. The night had been wonderful so far, and while part of her wanted to be traditional and save the presents for the morning, she thought that perhaps it might help take Steve's mind off those demons for a little while.
"Let's do it now," she decided softly, her gaze moving to those windows that showed the dark snowy night. "Why don't you make us some hot chocolate first, though? I know I sure could use it."
And it would give her the opportunity to close up all the blinds and curtains throughout the apartment, and turn on the strings of lights she'd strung in each room. Small white lights along the bookshelves and the headboard of the bed, multi-colored strands on the tree, and golden stars lit from within in the kitchen. Christmas wasn't the easiest time for her, with all the memories of holidays spent with her chosen family at the mansion and that perfect Christmas with Remy in New Orleans, so she'd done her best to create new precious memories with Steve. She'd done everything she could to make the apartment look festive (in a tasteful way, of course), and she'd baked up a storm the whole month of December; if Steve didn't have an amazing metabolism, he'd have gained ten pounds from all the goodies she'd made for him.
Which reminded her. "And maybe some of those gingerbread cookies too." She'd frosted them to look like each of the Avengers in their uniforms.
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She leaned back into his broad chest, resting her hands on those strong arms that were wrapped around her, and sighed contentedly. The night had been wonderful so far, and while part of her wanted to be traditional and save the presents for the morning, she thought that perhaps it might help take Steve's mind off those demons for a little while.
"Let's do it now," she decided softly, her gaze moving to those windows that showed the dark snowy night. "Why don't you make us some hot chocolate first, though? I know I sure could use it."
And it would give her the opportunity to close up all the blinds and curtains throughout the apartment, and turn on the strings of lights she'd strung in each room. Small white lights along the bookshelves and the headboard of the bed, multi-colored strands on the tree, and golden stars lit from within in the kitchen. Christmas wasn't the easiest time for her, with all the memories of holidays spent with her chosen family at the mansion and that perfect Christmas with Remy in New Orleans, so she'd done her best to create new precious memories with Steve. She'd done everything she could to make the apartment look festive (in a tasteful way, of course), and she'd baked up a storm the whole month of December; if Steve didn't have an amazing metabolism, he'd have gained ten pounds from all the goodies she'd made for him.
Which reminded her. "And maybe some of those gingerbread cookies too." She'd frosted them to look like each of the Avengers in their uniforms.