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It's been awhile since I updated this one... I have stories sitting around to add on, I just haven't gotten round to it.
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~AwesomeSauce2000
Before he received the serum, everyone knows that Steve had health problems. What most people don't know, is the fact that he spent a lot of time drawing. He was an amazing artist.
Steve used to draw Bucky, the Howling Commandos, Peggy, and little nature scenes. They were things he wanted to capture and keep with him forever. Now, he draws the Avengers and things he learns about in this new time.
It was only a matter of time before the Avengers found out about his sketchbook. He just didn't think it would be so soon.
Steve had been called away on an urgent mission, and his sketchbook had been abandoned on the coffee table in the living room they usually gathered in.
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Tony walked by and happened to see it.
"What's this?"
He flipped through, each picture leaving him more stunned than the last. The attention to detail was indescribable. Not only that, but the fact that most of the scenes shown, were the Avengers quiet moments, and not in the middle of battle.
Clint wasn't shooting arrows at unknown enemies, but playing with his kids, while Laura looked on with a fond smile.
Natasha didn't have her indifferent mask on, covering all of her emotions. She lounged on the couch, lips quirked in a smile as she read.
Bruce was not his angrier half, smashing through the streets of New York or the buildings of their targets. Instead, he was pictured with a little girl, who hugged him for saving her life and bandaging her wounds.
Thor's hair wasn't whipped back by the wind his storms seemed to create. He knelt down to pet a dog, wonder radiating from each inch of the god's face.
And Tony…Steve didn't draw Tony with a sarcastic smile, or decked out in his Iron Man suit. He drew Tony and Pepper, with their arms around each other, looking at each other with such love and devotion, that even the stars would be dimmed when compared.
Tony continued to stare at the sketches, awestruck at Steve's talent and the effort, the time, the care put into each one. The Avengers, minus Steve, sprawled across the living room for movie night. The puppy they had seen jumping around in the park a couple weeks ago. The view of the sun rising above New York from Steve's room.
The others entered the room as he turned to the last picture - all of them standing in uniform, gathered together to fight the next threat against Earth.
"What's that, Stark?" Clint asked, coming to stand next to him. Tony wordlessly closed the sketchbook and handed it to him.
"Guys, I had no idea that Cap could draw like this!" Tony exclaimed. "These sketches are absolutely remarkable! Have any of you seen these?"
They shook their heads and gathered around Clint, while Tony paced a couple feet away.
Silence reigned after they were done.
"Guys? What are you doing?" Steve asked, stepping out of the elevator.
"Captain! Why have you never shown us your spectacular talent?" Thor boomed, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Talent? What-"
Steve's eyes came to rest on his sketchbook.
"You-why-" Steve croaked. "You weren't meant to see those! I-"
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Steve," Natasha said. "We aren't upset. We love them. Why didn't you show us before?"
"They aren't anything special," he muttered.
The Avengers' protests filled the air.
"Cap, no-"
"These are amazing! How can you say-"
"What do you mean-"
"Look at this one, its-"
Steve raised his hand to stop the flow of words.
"I just came back from a mission. I would like to take my sketchbook, and go clean up."
Tony stepped forward to hand him the book. Steve took it and left for his room.
Clint voiced what they were all thinking.
"I think we messed up."
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Steve stood under the steady stream of hot water.
What am I supposed to do now? Those sketches…they weren't for everyone to see! They were my special memories, my favorite minutes since meeting them. I can't face them after that.
He dressed slowly, and then collapsed onto his bed.
He would follow his mother's instructions. They had never failed him before.
"Go to sleep, baby. Everything will be better in the morning."
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He rose as early as he always did, and went out for his run. By the time he had showered, and was halfway through making breakfast, the other Avengers started filing in, muttering half asleep good mornings.
They drank their coffee in silence until Steve placed pancakes and eggs in front of them.
"Steve, we need to talk about yesterday."
Steve's jaw clenched, but he nodded.
"Look," Clint started. "We shouldn't have snooped, and for that, we're sorry."
Tony tipped back in his chair. "What we won't apologize for is complimenting your drawings. I know you have this whole 'I'm not better than anyone' kinda attitude, and that's commendable, but seriously, we will drill into you how awesome those pictures are."
Bruce glared at Tony. "What he's trying, and failing, to say, is that you are your own worst critic. We love your drawings and we all want a copy."
Steve stared at them all. "You…you like them that much?"
Natasha came over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Steve, we cannot express how much we love them. There's no need to hide your skill. We would be honored if you would share them with us."
The other Avengers watched as a shy smile crossed Steve's face. "I…I think I'd like that. Thank you."