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Steve stopped his stride.
"Because they love you!"
"You know who I am?" He asked in that strained tone once again, feeling a vague disappointment that he just wasn't a plain old normal Steve to the girl.
"Damn, slip of the tongue," Kagome muttered in Japanese before addressing his question, "I admit that I finally just recognized and put a name to your face," She looked a bit sheepish, "I've seen you before because my brother has shown me pictures of you Avengers."
Steve stayed quiet, a bit wary of the girl now that she knew who he was.
"You seem pretty uncomfortable with it," Kagome noted, "Don't worry, I'm not going to go all crazy over you. To me, you're still just the nice man who offered to show me around."
His face, to his bemusement, seemed to warm up at her words, "Thank you, Miss Higurashi," He murmured, "I'm not like Stark. I don't want this celebrity status."
"I can understand that." Kagome nodded, thinking back to her old school district and how she was famous as the 'sick girl' and to the Sengoku Era, where she was famous for becoming the 'Shikon Miko'.
She definitely could see where he was coming from.
"Oh, and don't worry about those Japanese comics," She snickered, noting his embarrassed expression, "The Japanese tend to feature really strange... fetishes around characters they like."
"..."
"I like to avoid the tentacle rape stuff though."