Lovesong - Adele
The light glow of a lamp woke me from my slumber. The cool air on my exposed back sent a chill up my spine as my eyes fluttered open and I stretched my legs out below the soft sheets. I had almost forgotten I was in D.C., in Steve's apartment. He was sitting in the chair against the wall, in only plaid sleeping pants as he continued writing on the pad of paper in his lap.
"Hey," My sleepy voice cracked. His blue eyes snapped up from the page to mine before he gave me a soft grin. "What are you doing?"
"Don't move," His voice said softly as his smile widened. I wasn't sure why he was telling me not to move and anxiety ran through me as I began to worry what was wrong. "I'm drawing you." My heart warmed in its place in my chest as I stayed still for the artist.
"I forgot you said you could draw," I closed my eyes as I rested in place, the sheet draped over my behind and laced between my legs. I
suddenly became very insecure as I realized he was drawing every line of my body, my exposed back, the side of my bare breast that was pressed to the mattress below me. "I'm no model to be drawing." I snorted as I opened my eyes and looked over to where he was sitting.
"It's been a long time since I've wanted to draw," He said putting the final touches on his masterpiece. "You are too beautiful of a muse to waste," He smiled as he sat the pad and pencil to the side and he clasped his hands in his lap. "And I never want to forget this moment." He paused. "I don't think you realize how truly beautiful you are."
"Steve, I've been asleep, probably drooling or snoring. And that's not adding the fact that I'm sure I have a bad case of sex hair." I laughed.
"I've never seen a more breathless view than the one I was blessed to wake up to this morning," Steve leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees as he cocked his head sideways and his eyes twinkled in the dim lighting.
"Well you haven't seen yourself through my eyes," I smiled at him as I rolled over onto my back, trying to pull the sheets over my chest. "Can I see it?"
"See what?" He asked, a confused look falling over his features.
"Your picture," I said pointing over to the pad at his side. "Please?"
"Okay, but no judging. I'm a little rusty," He grabbed the paper, holding it close to his chiseled bare chest as he stood up and walked over to the bed.
"I'm sure it's wonderful," I smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. I sat up holding the sheet to my chest but my modesty was soon forgotten when he turned the page to face me. The image was beautiful, the woman on the white paper stood out in shades of gray and black as she lay on her stomach. Her dark hair was fanned over the page, her face was peaceful as she slept and her back was exposed as the cover draped over her ass keeping her as modest as possible. "It's beautiful," I whispered as I looked up from the page to the artist sitting before me.
"You're beautiful," he whispered as he leaned forward, his lips grazing the side of my neck. The pad of paper fell from my hands as my head fell back allowing him more access to my neck. He propped himself up on one hand as he leaned into me more, his other hand grazing the side of my breast before resting on my ribs. I hadn't realized the sheet had fallen to my waist before then and it really didn't matter now as his mouth danced over my skin. "You're wearing them," he softly spoke as he leaned away from me and brought his hands up to the two silver dog tags lying between my breasts. "I didn't notice them last night."
"Well, we were a little preoccupied," I smiled up at him.
Steve chuckled, his cheeks growing a slight blush before he leaned forward and gave me a soft and brief kiss. "It means a lot to see you wearing these," his eyes went soft from the dark desire-filled eyes they were moments before.
"I love you, Steve. Everything about you is special. The serum didn't make you special, it made you the perfect soldier. But right here," I placed my hand on his chest, "made you the perfect man. That heartbeat may not have been as strong as the thump against my hand now, but it was that same heart that was beating. The heart of a good person never changes unless it's wounded." I glanced up, my eyes meeting his, his bottom lids retaining the water that lay there on the brink of falling. "And that's the most incredible part of you. That heart has been wounded and yet it still beats on full of hope and courage. Those scars never changed you. You are a great man, Steve Rogers, and I'll spend the rest of my life wondering what I've done to deserve you."
"Come on," Steve said standing up swiftly from the bed. "I wanna take you somewhere."
"Where are we going?" I asked as I took his hand in mine, allowing him to pull me to a standing position.
"You'll see." His eyes were bright and full of life as a wide smile spread across his face. He looked like the young man that once wore the tags I had around my neck. His exuberance was contagious and had given me the boost I needed to head to the shower and get ready for the day Steve had planned for the both of us.
He had breakfast waiting for me when I got out of the shower. "I ran to the diner down the road while you were in the shower," he said before giving me a kiss on the cheek and walking past me towards the bedroom.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him as I fixed the towel around my chest and sat down on one of the barstools.
"I will after I get a shower," Steve said with a wink and disappeared into the room. I felt odd eating without him as all the food sat there on the counter so I decided to finish getting ready instead. I pulled a dress from my bag, sitting it on his bed before grabbing a pair of underwear and bra. I stood there looking at the disheveled bed, my purely white dress laid out over the place I had stripped Steve's innocence away. I couldn't regret it, though, I had never been more sure of someone in my entire life. Unlike any man I had ever been with before, Steve made me feel comfortable, safe, and free to be myself. I felt a rush of happiness through my body, my chest feeling like it was about to burst as open and my heart was going to explode.
"How was breakfast?" I heard his voice come from behind me before he pulled my damp hair over to one shoulder. His lips grazed over my naked shoulder before firmly pressing kisses over my skin.
"I was waiting for you," I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and I slipped my hand into his wet hair. "Mmmm," I hummed out as his lips caressed the tender skin at my pulse point. "If you don't stop that we will be skipping breakfast," I smiled as the tip of his nose ran along the edge of my ear. His hands gripped the towel tightly, giving it a slight tug before letting it go to drop to the floor. My skin grew goosebumps as the cool air in the room came in contact with my skin. Steve's lips trailed along my spine slowly, lowering kiss by kiss and making the desire growing inside, setting me ablaze. I closed my eyes, focusing on where his plump lips collided with my bare skin.
I felt one of his hands brush along the outside of my leg, "Lift your left." His voice caught me off guard as his breath fanned over the underside of my ass. I looked down seeing the pair of my underwear that had been on the bed, stretched between his hands, waiting for me to step in.
"Well, if I knew this was the plan all along I would've dressed myself," I smirked at him as I looked behind me.
"I wanted to put them on since I was the one that took them off." His eyes glittered in the low lighting of the room as he looked up at me with a smile. I lifted one leg, following his instructions as he looped my foot with one hole before following his lead with the other. He pulled them up my legs slowly, his fingers grazing over my skin and sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. As he settled them in place he reached around me, grabbing the bra from the bed. I could feel his hardened length on the curve of my ass, straining against the towel he had slung around his waist. He placed open mouth kisses over my shoulder up to the side of my neck, sucking on my pulse point and causing me to moan. Steve sat his chin on my shoulder as he held my bra out in front of me, pulling it up my arms slowly after I slid my arms through the straps. He made sure the cups were in their correct place before flattening his hands over the side strap of the bra to the back where he latched it in place. "Let's go get some breakfast," Steve whispered against the back of my head before he removed his hands from my body and stepped away. I looked over my shoulder watching as the towel that had been wrapped around his waist fell to the floor, giving me a great view of his backside as he walked into his closet. I grabbed my brush and some bobby pins from my bag deciding an updo would have to do since I hadn't grabbed my blow dryer. After fixing my hair into a quick bun I added some eyeliner, mascara, blush, and my favorite red lipstick. As I stepped into my dress and pulled it up my body Steve emerged from his closet with a sinfully tight, light blue button down shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans that fit him just right.
"Zip me up?" I asked as I turned my back towards him. Steve walked over, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades before pulling the zipper up on the back of my dress.
"Let's go eat breakfast and then we'll head out," Steve said as his hands ran over the curves of my figure. I turned around, ready to kiss him but he was already gone.
~.~
After eating breakfast Steve showed me around the city before pulling into the parking lot of a huge brick stone home on the outskirts of town. "Where are we?"
"I wanted you to get the chance to meet someone that means a lot to me," Steve said, pussyfooting around a direct answer. Steve held his hand out to me, waiting for me to place my hand in his before leading me through the small parking lot.
"Mr. Rogers, Good to see you've made it back." the nice lady at the front desk spoke with a bright smile.
"Hello Cassie," Steve smiled.
"She hasn't gotten any better since the last time you were here," Cassie said to Steve. He nodded his head before hanging it slightly in defeat before looking back at the nice woman who had been delivering the news.
"I'd like to see her if it's alright," Steve's voice sounded slightly sad.
Cassie gave him a small nod before holding her hand out as to direct us where to go, "She'll be happy to see you."
I followed behind Steve as he navigated the halls of the beautiful building, climbing a set of stairs before pausing outside a door that had looked the same as the rest. The door was no different from any other one around us but, it was apparent the contents behind the door meant something to Steve. He gave my hand a light squeeze before releasing it and reaching for the doorknob.
"Steve!" A beautiful but weak voice called out to him as he stepped through the frame. "How are you doing, Love?"
"I'm doing well, Peg. Much better than the last time you saw me," Steve smiled as he stood at the foot of the bed. I stayed in my place, leaning in the doorway as I watched Steve's face light up as he faced his first true love. I would never hold a candle next to the woman who was bedridden in front of him. Though time had passed you could still see the unwavering love that blossomed in his eyes as he looked at the woman before him.
"Straying from the theatrics, huh?" Peggy joked causing Steve to let out a chuckle.
"I've brought someone to meet you, Peggy," Steve said as he held his hand out to me, summoning me from my place in the doorway. I grasped his hand, my eyes staying on his, finding strength in the way he looked at me, the proudness in his features as he looked my way. It brought me hope that one day I could stand a chance to mean as much to him as she did. "This is Jolene," he softly spoke, his eyes still glued to mine a few moments more before looking away at the woman he was speaking to. I closed my eyes, finding strength to face the woman who held my lover's heart first.
"Hello, Ms. Carter," I said looking up from the floor. She was well past her prime but her youth still shined in her eyes.
"Jolene, it is a genuine pleasure to meet you. Were you frozen for seventy years as well?" she joked. "I'm kidding. You do look like you walked straight out of the 40s though," Peggy laughed until being hit by a coughing spell. "Could you fetch me some water, sweetheart?" she asked through a wheeze.
"Absolutely," I said taking a step towards the door.
"Rubbish! Steve can get it," she said in a stronger voice, "Sit down. I'd like to have a chat." I gave Steve a wary glance before making a move to take the seat next to her bed. Steve gave us both a nod before leaving the room to get some water. "He's arse over tit for you, you know?" she said with a smile and chuckle.
"Pardon me?" I asked, unsure of what she was saying.
"I can tell he loves you," her voice dropped an octave, taking a quieter tone.
"I-You were first. I-I mean he still loves you," I stumbled through my words.
"And I still love him," she replied as she rested her head back against her pillow and looked at the ceiling. "Your first love is a hard one to forget," she said looking over at me. "I was engaged to be married before I met Steve. Thought I knew what love was. He changed that. Changed me," she smiled before looking up at the ceiling once more. "It was over before it had the chance to begin, though," she said as a sadness took over her features. "That feeling of loss lived with me forever. It wasn't my loss that haunted me, though. I lived my life. I was able to move on, fall in love again, get married, have children, grow old. I was happy. But that loss that haunted me was for him, Steve. It was his loss, his sacrifice. He gave himself so I could have all of that. He saved the whole entire world from mass destruction. He never got to live a full life. That's what haunted me," she paused, looking back at me. "That loss turned to guilt the moment he stepped through that doorway. He was so broken, lost in a world he no longer knew. It seemed as though even though he'd survived, he'd never have that chance to live life like it was meant to be lived," she paused again, a tear falling from her eye and over her perfectly wrinkled skin. "Until you," she smiled once again.
"Peggy," I started to respond.
"No Jolene, you have no idea how grateful I am for you," Peggy cut me off. "You are giving Steve that chance of life I couldn't give him. I was so worried he'd never find someone, he'd never let anyone get that close to him again," she held her hand out to me. "Thank you." We sat for a few minutes in silence, as she held my hand in her frail one before speaking again, "Sharon?"
"I'm sorry, who?" I asked, puzzled by the question.
"Sharon, where have you been?" Peggy asked as she pulled on my hand, trying to sit up.
"Whoa, Peggy," I said releasing her hand and holding my hand up for her to stop her attempt.
"Oh come on Sharon, help me sit up. I just had a child, I'm not crippled for God sake," Peggy said sounding annoyed. Steve came around the corner just as I stood up from my chair. "Steve? Where have you been?"
"I was getting some water for you, Peg," Steve replied, rushing to her side with a glass.
"No, you- you were gone. How are you alive?" Peggy said with amazement in her eyes. "Sharon, you remember my Steve right?" she asked looking back at me.
"Sharon?" I was completely puzzled.
"Who's Sharon?" Steve asked looking from Peggy to me.
"Steve, you don't remember Sharon Smith?" Peggy asked looking from me to Steve. "She patched up your friend after you rescued him."
"The nurse?" Steve asked Peggy before looking back at me.
"She knew my grandmother?" I asked Steve before looking back at Peggy. "Sharon Smith?"
"What? Have you forgotten your own name?" She scoffed before laughing. "Been hitting that scotch with Dugan again?" she laughed again before coughing badly this time. The monitors began to come to life as she continued to cough, struggling to catch her breath. Steve ran from the room in search of help as I grabbed her hand pleading with God to help her lungs find air. She took a deep breath of air, he body relaxing before she looked back at me, "Jolene?"
"Yes. Yes, Peggy, it's me. Why don't we get you that glass of water Steve tracked down?" I smiled, standing up.
Peggy squeezed my hand tightly in hers, not allowing me to move and causing me to look back at her. "I'm not getting any younger here. Do this old lady a favor, take care of Steve for me, will you please?"
"I promise," I replied as the both of us shared a warm smile and our hearts shared an understanding of one another. Steve came up to my side, glass in hand for Peggy.
"Here you go, Peg," Steve said with a warm smile but the smile didn't reach his beautifully blue eyes. His eyes held the pain that the rest of him was hiding under a smile as warm as the sun.
"I hate to be rude but I'm exhausted," Peggy sighed after taking a gulp of her water.
"Get some sleep. I'll try to make a visit soon," Steve said before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Soon is never really soon enough when it comes to you, Steve," Peggy said in a weak voice. Steve's nodded his head, tightening his lips together and dropping his head to look at the floor. "I know you're a busy man. The world needs saving, Steve." Peggy added causing Steve to look back up at her. "I just have one last request before you go," She smiled.
"Anything for my best girl," Steve replied before his eyes darted to me, searching my face for any sign of hurt feelings. I gave him a smile and nod letting him know I understood before Steve turned his attention back to Peggy.
"Can I finally get that dance?" She asked.
"Absolutely," Steve said with a smile that held just the slightest sadness, his eyes pricking with tears.
Steve pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping on the screen until a slow 40s tune began. He sat the phone down on the end of Peggy's hospital bed before walking over to the side of the bed and wrapping his strong arms around her frail body. He lifted her from the bed, pulling her against his chest to help her stand before beginning to sway back and forth. I took that as my queue to exit, giving them a moment to themselves as they shared what could be the only dance they would ever have together.
"You know how to dance, Steve!" Peggy nearly exclaimed as I leaned against the wall outside of the doorway.
"I've had some help," Steve snorted.
"Jolene?" Peggy asked.
"Yeah, I almost didn't let her. You were supposed to be the one to teach me, Peg," Steve stumbled through talking. I could sense he was apologetic to the woman he was dancing with and my heart nearly broke in two.
"I'm glad you let her, Steve," Peggy paused letting out a cough before continuing. "She's good for you, the perfect fit. I'm glad you finally are getting the chance to live the life you deserve. And although I've just met her, I'm quite fond of this one." I smiled to myself, my cracking heartwarming in my chest at her admission to the one I loved.
"So do I," I could hear the smile in his voice, making tears come to my eyes. "She makes me feel...normal."
"You aren't normal, Steve. And I don't mean the serum. You are an exceptional man and she is quite the lucky young lady," Peggy said making me smile a little bigger. She was right and I could feel the connection between her and I. We saw Steve the same. We didn't see the super soldier everyone else in the world seen. We saw the man he was, the man he is.
"I'm the lucky one," Steve said as his voice wavered. "When I came out of the ice I thought I had lost that all because I lost the chance with you. But she was like an angel sent to earth, giving me the second chance at life."
"Steve, I was your first love, your best gal, but her. She's going to be your greatest love, your one and only gal. She's the right partner you've been looking for," Peggy answered before the music stopped. "Now put this old lady back in her bed and go to her. It's time to let go of this chapter, our chapter. You've got a book left to write with her."
"Thank you," Steve's voice broke. I heard the creak of the mattress as he laid her back down. "Bye Peg."
"Go on, get to writing," Peggy said, warmth and happiness pouring through each word. "Goodbye, my sweet Steve." She whispered as I heard Steve's shuffling feet in the room.
Steve came through the door catching me off guard as I thought over the talk I had with Peggy. "You ready?" he asked as he looked over to me, tears brimming his eyes. I gave him a quick nod, lacing my fingers through his extended hand and followed him out to the parking lot.
After climbing into the cab of the truck, Steve didn't say a word. I felt half tempted to say something until I looked over at to find him blindly looking ahead, tears no longer brimming his eyes but trailing down his face. "Steve," I breathed out as I turned in my seat to face him. Steve didn't look at me, his bottom lip trembling slightly as the tears threatened to spill more. "Look at me. Please," I pleaded. He turned his head, his blue eyes now crystal clear as the tears spilled from them. I leaned over the middle console, cupping my hand behind his head and pulling it to my shoulder. "Let it out," I whispered as I stroked his quivering back.
"It's so hard," he mumbled against my shoulder. "Leaving her. I've missed enough of her life. And now I have to walk away every time, just to live mine," Steve's body shook as he released all the sadness held within his tightly knit body.
"Steve," I choked out. It was torture watching him break down like this.
"She wants me to go on living my life," he said as he loosened the hold he had on my back. "That's what she told me after you left."
"She's lived hers, Steve," I replied as he pulled back, his water filled eyes looking up at me through his lashes. "She just wants you to live yours. There is nothing about that, that is wrong. She's lived a wonderful life from what I can tell. She isn't sad about it, so you shouldn't be either. She's happy that you are getting the chance to live your life Steve, don't make this a sad thing, " I said as I placed my hand on his cheek, wiping away a stray tear.
"I just never know when it will be the last time," Steve said through shaking lips.
"I know," I wiped another tear from his cheek, my own eyes filling with tears as I watched Steve's impossibly long-lashed fill with water as he closed his eyes again. He wasn't so much broken over her wanting him to live as much as he was afraid of losing her for forever, all over again. She may not be his love any longer, but she was very much one of his best friends right now. "I know," I whispered again as I reached forward again, taking a broken Steve in my arms and trying so desperately to hold him together. I didn't know how much time Peggy had left but I had given her a promise and I was determined to keep it regardless of Peggy's life status. I admired the woman I had just met and I would do my best making sure her faith in me wouldn't be ill placed.
We sat in the parking lot of the retirement home for close to an hour. Steve cried, shared memories of Peggy, and shared what he had dreamed his life to have been when he planned on sweeping Peggy off of her feet. It wasn't as hard to listen to as what I thought it would be. She was an outstanding woman. I knew in my mind and heart that I would never fill the shoes of Peggy Carter, but the shoes I could fill were Peggy Carter approved.
~.~
The drive home was quiet for the most part. Steve let me drive, his eyes burning from tears and feeling emotionally exhausted. When we had arrived back at his apartment he had headed straight for his shower and I ran down to the store on the corner to get some things for dinner. When I arrived back at the apartment Steve was still in the shower and I made use of my time alone by whipping up some grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I had just finished setting our prepared dishes on the breakfast bar when Steve emerged from the bedroom in brown sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
"Grilled cheese and soup?" Steve asked as he sat down on the stool next to me.
"Yeah. My mom and I used to eat this when I was upset or sick," I answered.
"Are you either right now?" Steve asked, looking over at me as he picked up his spoon and stirred his soup.
"I'm just sad," I said before taking a spoonful of soup in my mouth.
"Jolene," Steve said as he rested his spoon against the rim of the bowl and turned in his chair to face me. "I didn't realize how hard it would be. She's never been that bad before." He's shoulders hunched forward making him look defeated as he reached out and grabbed my left hand. He wrapped my hand in both of his, his fingers fiddling with my Mother's wedding band that was on my index finger. "I'm sorry for breaking down like that on you," he sighed looking up from our hands. "I really wanted two of the most important people in my life to meet each other before life didn't allow that."
"Steve," I began trying to speak but Steve quickly cut me off.
"No, you need to hear this after today," he said sternly. "I don't want my reactions today to make you feel inferior to Peggy. You mean no less to me than she does. In fact, you mean just as much if not more."
"Steve, you don't.-" I started again.
"No, I need to explain myself. Please," he said with begging eyes.
"Steve, you don't have to explain yourself. You've said more than needed to be said. I'm in no competition with Peggy. On paper I don't hold a candle to her," I said before Steve cut me off again.
"But in my heart you...you are the flame that is still burning," he said squeezing my hand lightly as to not hurt me with his brute strength.
"I know," I smiled. Steve smiled softly, that glimmer of adoration in his eyes showing bright. "Peggy's your first love. It's to be expected that you would have that kind of reaction. And if I'm being honest, it's kind of nice to see you give in to a breakdown. Most men wouldn't do that," I squeezed his hand back. "You Steve Rogers, have a big heart. And that heart is large enough to love twice. And although I came into your life second, I doubt that you'd love me less than the first," I smiled at him as his smile grew.
"Thank you for understanding me to so well. I'm starting to think you know me better than I know myself," he chuckled.
"Maybe. Now eat," I smiled, realizing I sounded a lot like my grandmother.
"Did you hear my stomach growl?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow and smirk on his face before taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"Nope, just know you well enough to know when my man needs to eat," I winked at him before taking a bite of my food.
~.~
I walked out of the bathroom dressed in his light blue dress shirt from earlier in the day. "I never noticed this before," I said as I walked over to the far corner of his room. It sat in the corner, blocked by pictures that lay against the front of it. An acoustic guitar. As I moved the pictures around it I noticed it was a Gibson but it looked quite old.
"That was...is Bucky's," Steve corrected himself.
"Oh," I said as I retracted my hand from its neck. "I didn't mean to be nosey."
"It's fine," Steve said as a forced smile graced his face. He turned in bed, laying on his side to face me before continuing, "I almost forgot that I had it." The look on his face was sorrowful as if he was remembering something from a previous life. "He used to serenade his lady friends. He was such a ladies man," he shook his head with a sad grin.
"Did he ever teach you?" I asked as I leaned against the wall next to the guitar.
"No, probably should have gotten some lessons. Maybe that would've helped me catch a date every once in a while on my own," he snorted. "I was more into my art anyway," he paused.
"Do you mind?" I asked gesturing towards the guitar in an attempt to ask for permission to touch it.
"Can you play?" Steve asked as he propped himself against the headboard. "Of course, you can," he chuckled to himself as I sat at the foot of the bed and began tuning the classic Gibson.
The day had been a rough yet beautiful one. All the emotions still so very fragile from our lovemaking and the heartbreak of seeing Peggy have one of her spells. I had a lot of questions from when Peggy had spoken of my grandmother but those would wait for now. Steve's feelings were still so very raw from his breakdown earlier in the day and I didn't want to trigger any more unwanted memories for him right now. Although emotions had been running on high today, the day had it's high moments as well. Steve was able to open himself so much more today and I couldn't have felt more connected to him. A song popped into my head that I had always loved but the words meant so much more now that I had Steve in my life. The words could be spoken from me or from Peggy and that only made me want to sing it for him even more. I finished tuning the guitar before strumming out the first three eight counts before singing the words that came straight from my heart.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you
I turned to look at Steve once I had finished singing the song only to find him fast asleep with that beautifully peaceful look on his face. I sat the beloved guitar back in its place in the corner before crawling up next to Steve and letting his heartbeat and breathing lull me to sleep like my voice had done for him.
A/N: I just want to say I am SO SORRY it has taken me so long to update but I've been in the process of moving and trying to get my house back in order. If you are still with you I want to say Thank you so much for sticking with me! And if you have left a review on the past 8 chapters THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You have no idea how much that fuels me to write more! So seriously, thank you from the bottom of my Steve Rogers Lovin' Heart :)
