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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] on_ur_left) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] theycalledmeacurse 2017-01-16 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Rogue listened to the story, remembering the videos and photographs she'd seen of those early days of his Captain America career. It had been so long ago, but for him it wasn't that long at all. She still couldn't begin to imagine what that was like for him. But while he thought the whole thing was silly, she knew that it had had an a lasting effect on the American people, whether he saw that or not.

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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[personal profile] theycalledmeacurse 2017-01-16 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled sheepishly at that laugh, finally leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. "How about you go get one of your new books to read while I sleep?" she suggested instead. "I know you're not gonna sleep any, and I don't want you to get bored."