A young woman with white fringe and black hair walked the streets all by herself as she held her umbrella up over her head protecting her from the almost blizzard-like snow. A lone soul on Christmas, not even able to spend it with her best friend.
Another Christmas Alone.
And she missed him, the man she'd fallen for but hadn't seen since they all went home. She was all alone, only gloomy rain and snow followed her.
Squish, Squish. Footsteps.
He almost never left his home, the world was just to confusing for him nowadays. He liked the way it had been before, record players and black-and-white t.v.
She was fascinated with things from his time.
She wished she'd lived back then.
A hand on a shoulder clothed in black. Brown eyes meeting blue ones. The blonde man smiled.
"S-Steven?" stuttered out of her pale lips. "Since when do you come outside?"
"Since I wanted to visit you."
She blinked in confusion.
"Why?"
"Everyone should have someone on Christmas."
Lips meet.
They go to home and Steven Rogers, Mr. Captain America, stayed with Miss Anima Morph Anna Hattfeild, on Christmas and for the rest of their lives.
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