Chapter 7
The pitter-patter of rain falling woke me up, and I blinked the sleep from my eyes to look out at the misty grey morning. After watching the city with the Captain for almost an hour, he'd gone back inside to crash on the couch, while I curled up on the couch under the awning on the large balcony. My blankets made a cocoon of warmth that my body didn't want to leave. Feeling indulgent that morning, I obliged.
A cough from the doorway caught my attention, and I turned my head to see Steve standing awkwardly, holding two mugs of coffee. Smiling, I waved him over.
"And now, it truly is morning, Cap," I teased, accepting a mug from him. I sipped it cautiously, remembering an instance back when he was still brand new to all of my techno-gadgets. He'd obviously learned how to use the coffee machine since then, because this coffee was the best I'd ever had. Rich and creamy, with a touch of caramel and a fruity tang that I believe was strawberry. "This is amazing," I commented.
Steve acknowledged the compliment with a nod and a slight upturning of the edges of his lips. He took a seat on the end of the couch, next to my feet. "What are your plans today, before the party?" he asked, gripping his mug in both hands and staring out at the buildings. I thought for a moment.
"Well, Pepper, Natasha and I were planning on taking an hour or so to shop; just us girls for a bit. Why?" I asked, taking another sip of the wonderful coffee. Steve looked at his feet, seeming uncharacteristically nervous.
"I was wondering if you'd like to meet me for lunch," he murmured, his voice so quiet I almost missed his answer. A smile as bright as the sun lit up my face, though Steve, still looking at his feet, didn't see it.
"Of course I would!" I answered, a laugh bubbling up out of my throat. "Why don't we meet here at noon, and then we can go wherever?"
"Sure," Steve answered, looking mildly surprised that I'd accepted his offer. I grinned at his naivety; as if I'd ever turn down a chance to spend time with the Captain! I'd always dreamed of meeting him, and when I finally did, it was as if everything in the world had stopped. From the moment I'd laid eyes on him, I knew that he was perfect. The time I'd spent with him before I'd left had only cemented that thought in my brain. Every long walk we took, movie we watched, place we visited had only increased the affection I'd already held for the man; and soon enough, something became very clear.
Steve Rogers, the famous Captain America, was the most amazing, wonderful man I had ever met. And I was completely in love with him.
A/N: Okay, I am so so so sorry for taking so long to update. And I really have no legit excuse, other than the fact that I'm a lazy procrastinator who tries to be funny to outweigh how sappy I'm being, but I end up coming off as crazy. Anyway, I'm sorry it's short, I promise I'll have the next chapter up ASAP, kay? Love y'all! :D