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rogue_america2016-12-16 09:22 pm
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First Christmas
Glancing back to make sure Rogue was still in the bathroom around the corner, Steve stopped fiddling with his tie, and went over to his closet. Keeping one ear trained on the quiet sounds of Rogue moving around, he ducked down and pulled out his portfolio bag. Along with the shield he always stored in there, underneath the shield was a wide, fairly flat box that he pulled out. He flipped the lid open to make sure nothing was tangled, reaching out with a finger to delicately rearrange a few pieces, before snapping the lid shut.
Taking a deep breath, he repeated to himself that he could do this. Giving a gift had never been so nerve-wracking, honestly; he hoped Rogue liked it. She'd probably accuse him of spoiling her, especially once he explained that this wasn't his actual Christmas gift to her. But he'd seen it in the window of a little indie clothing store a few blocks away, and had immediately known it would look stunning on Rogue.
Right. Okay. Time to do this. Straightening up and shoving the bag back in the closet with one foot, he passed a hand over his suit and slacks to get rid of any wrinkles from crouching, before moving toward the bathroom.
Taking a deep breath, he repeated to himself that he could do this. Giving a gift had never been so nerve-wracking, honestly; he hoped Rogue liked it. She'd probably accuse him of spoiling her, especially once he explained that this wasn't his actual Christmas gift to her. But he'd seen it in the window of a little indie clothing store a few blocks away, and had immediately known it would look stunning on Rogue.
Right. Okay. Time to do this. Straightening up and shoving the bag back in the closet with one foot, he passed a hand over his suit and slacks to get rid of any wrinkles from crouching, before moving toward the bathroom.
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Kissing her hair after she'd shaken her head, he settled his arms around her a little more securely.
"Well, first of all, I was still doing stage shows. Captain America, proclaiming that everyone could help out the war effort by buying bonds, punching Hitler every night, showing off great feats of strength.
"It went over great in the States. For the troops in Europe, not so much." He gave a huff of self-deprecating humor, time and distance allowing him to see the ridiculousness of the whole thing, how silly it, and he, had been.
"When I was telling Peggy how foolish I felt, after being jeered off the stage after beginning to believe my own hype - she told me this particular troop had had it worse than most, because they'd just suffered a massive defeat, losing 250 of their men, and this was all that was left of the 107th.
"107 was the group Bucky was assigned to. When I went and asked after him, Col. Phillips told me basically if he wasn't dead already, he was as good as. He wasn't going to stage a rescue operation, because he'd already lost too many men. He was right; as a leader, I can understand where he was coming from, but... I couldn't accept that. He told me I wouldn't understand, because I was a glorified chorus girl, and to just keep my head down, and my mouth shut, basically. I didn't accept that, either.
"So I... with Howard and Peggy's help, I dropped from a plane, by myself, into the middle of enemy territory, infiltrated the base where the prisoners were being kept, and..." he shrugged. "Rescued them. All of them. I found Bucky, and we made it out of there.
"I could've been court-martialed. Should've been, actually. I was ready for it. I never thought I'd get away with it without punishment, but I knew I couldn't just leave him there. Even if he-- if he were dead, I had to know. I couldn't leave him," he repeated quietly. "He was one of mine, and you don't just leave someone you love, just because it's not easy, or fun."
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Her hands held onto him, tightening as he spoke of his refusal to accept the decision to leave Bucky and all those men in enemy hands. It was so like Steve, a perfect example of his stubbornness and refusal to give up. It was something she loved him for, and she understood why he'd shared the story with her.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" she mused softly, lifting her head to look at him. "I love you, sugar. So much. Thank you for sharing that with me." She moved to lean up to kiss him, but had to turn her head to yawn widely.
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He couldn't stop the small huff of laughter at her sudden yawn, though. "Well. I say it's Christmas, we've already opened presents; let's take a nap." He didn't need any more sleep, and might stay awake even if he laid for hours, now that his body was alert, but he wouldn't have suggested Rogue take a nap without him, even if he thought she'd agree. Which he knew she wouldn't.
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Or...was it their bed, now? Rogue had said... what was it? She'd love to live there with him, if he was alright after she explained why she had problems like this, sometimes. Something like that. A concrete answer hadn't been given, but Steve was feeling much more optimistic than last night, as he moved back into the bedroom and got into bed beside Rogue.