Sharon’s arms hung at her side, her hands sliding into the pockets of her blue jeans. Her face winced slightly as she felt the rope burn rub against her pockets, ouch! Instead of sticking her hands in, she hooked her thumbs into her pockets, not wanting to stand there like a weirdo with her arms hanging at her sides waiting for the storm to pass. Her blue gaze stayed locked on the ground until those words left his lips, we don’t have to tell him rang through her ears like fireworks on the fourth of July. Her gaze shot up to him instantly, expanding as they did so in surprise. Did she expect that to come out of Captain America’s lips? No way. What did she think about it… well can you guess by the smile curling up her lips and expanding across her face to show her straight white teeth, she was probably okay with it.
“Personally I hated Jersey.” She said softly stepping towards him again, her thumbs leaving her pockets before placing gently on his chest. His large muscles underneath her hands felt like a little piece of heaven in a t-shirt. This was a bit awkward, exciting and tempting at the same time. Awkward because of his past relationship/feelings with her aunt, exciting because it was new experience for Sharon and tempting because she had never been in a situation of liking someone and having them like her back. Yes, she wasn’t that dense, he liked her and he made it known by being able to get passed what happened (at least for the most part) and be willing to have a personal secret between just the two of them and away from the rest of the world. It’s funny how much of the recent events with Steve now made sense knowing who he was. His story of his family coming from Ireland, his love for his country, his natural gentleman manners in an ungentleman-world and his innocent shyness when around her (and probably women since he’s not used to being the Greek god he currently was). It all fell into place for Sharon as she finally did the math of two and two equals one man.
“Plus if I left I’d have no one to stand in my door and laugh at me for dancing or want to watch movies with me or enjoy my homemade apple pie. I just see so many problems with this; I think Director Fury doesn’t need to know either.” It wasn’t a bad thing to keep this from him, in fact; the likeliness of him asking her if she followed through with telling him isn’t very high anyway. If she ‘avoided’ the topic or didn’t tell him that she went through with it, he’d assume she chickened out and didn’t tell him and right now, that was the idea both she and Steve would like him to think. “So…” She asked softly, her hands slowly beginning to travel up his chest, her eyes locked onto him; tears gone and only twinkles of hope and happiness remained. “Are we alright?”
“Personally I hated Jersey.” She said softly stepping towards him again, her thumbs leaving her pockets before placing gently on his chest. His large muscles underneath her hands felt like a little piece of heaven in a t-shirt. This was a bit awkward, exciting and tempting at the same time. Awkward because of his past relationship/feelings with her aunt, exciting because it was new experience for Sharon and tempting because she had never been in a situation of liking someone and having them like her back. Yes, she wasn’t that dense, he liked her and he made it known by being able to get passed what happened (at least for the most part) and be willing to have a personal secret between just the two of them and away from the rest of the world. It’s funny how much of the recent events with Steve now made sense knowing who he was. His story of his family coming from Ireland, his love for his country, his natural gentleman manners in an ungentleman-world and his innocent shyness when around her (and probably women since he’s not used to being the Greek god he currently was). It all fell into place for Sharon as she finally did the math of two and two equals one man.
“Plus if I left I’d have no one to stand in my door and laugh at me for dancing or want to watch movies with me or enjoy my homemade apple pie. I just see so many problems with this; I think Director Fury doesn’t need to know either.” It wasn’t a bad thing to keep this from him, in fact; the likeliness of him asking her if she followed through with telling him isn’t very high anyway. If she ‘avoided’ the topic or didn’t tell him that she went through with it, he’d assume she chickened out and didn’t tell him and right now, that was the idea both she and Steve would like him to think. “So…” She asked softly, her hands slowly beginning to travel up his chest, her eyes locked onto him; tears gone and only twinkles of hope and happiness remained. “Are we alright?”