Lets see how I attempted at slowing it down!
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"I was born July 4th 1920, 2 months premature. I was a runt. A thin wimpy kid with asthma, easy bruising, and a mile long list of other illnesses a sickly kid could have. Every day after school I'd get beat up in the alley behind the diner or in the vacant lot beside the baseball field. I only had one true friend growing up, Bucky Barnes. Bucky was the best friend a guy could have. Everyone loved him. He was the quarterback of the football team, the most popular guy in school. Each week he'd have a different girl around his arm. And he'd usually defend me when I was bullied. In high school, since I couldn't play sports, I put my time into more creative things, like drawing and art. I won a couple awards too. Man I still love to draw, haven't had much time lately with the Avengers mission…" Steve trailed off, realizing he was about to dig himself into a hole if he mentioned their recent battle with Loki. " But even when I was that person, I found other ways to make me happy and didn't bother about my physical appearance. And you can do the same if you just put your mind to it and push past that wall." They sat in silence for a moment before Loki spoke.
"I thank you for that ever so touching story captain, but I doubt that, considering your current physical form, you were every a weakling. Please, you don't need to make up stories to attempt at making me feel like I'll ever be normal person in my Jotun form." His sarcastic, unemotional veil had returned. "Did you know if my skin were to even touch your skin or even someone like Thor's skin, I could freeze you in an instant. A block of ice. Just like that. You do know a lot about ice and being frozen right captain? Tell me captain, how can someone EVER feel normal with a blue body, red eyes, and the curse of freezing someone by just a brush of the hand? And while you had Bucky, I have no one. No one. What am I going to do with my life? How can I simply blend in? I bet they didn't teach you that in your art class." His voice had a bitter mocking sneer at that last line and that was the last straw, Steve had grown annoyed and irritated of the doubt and refusal Loki was giving. He silently got up and briskly walked into his room. A small few minutes passed before he stormed back, a thick, frayed, yellowed manilla file in his hand.
"They gave this to me after they unfroze me. This is my file from the army." He opened it, first, going through what seemed countless failed doctors examinations for army entry, and then through evaluations from an army training base that were marked low and "needed improvement." then he stopped, he picked up a small 5 by 4 rectangular piece of paper and dropped it in front of Loki. It was the picture of him that Peggy Carter had held onto during their search, there, in black and white, was Steve Rogers, skinny, short, and wimpy before the serum. Loki picked up the photograph and his blood red eyes widened in surprise a moment before returning to their dull, emotionless stare. He placed the photograph carefully on the folder.
"I was wrong, my apologies captain…" Loki sat uncomfortably for a moment before continuing, "would you mind finishing your story?" his voice had switched to a sort of shyness and innocence and sounded smaller, reflecting Loki's early mood.
Steve smiled inwardly, the veil had been removed again. He sat down onto the bed again. He told the story of being discovered by Dr. Abraham Erskine, meeting Peggy, jumping onto the test grenade, the serum, and his time as Captain America, "But then Bucky got hit, and he fell from the train.." Steve grew solemn, remembering the pain that wrenched in his heart. It was almost like it was yesterday. Loki had sat up and his eyes were trained on Steve filled with some small hints of concern. Steve continued, explaining the plan to take down Hydra for one and all. "I had to try and destroy or at least hide the tesseract. So I sacrificed myself and dove into the ice. Next thing I know, I wake up in 2012. A month later I'm in the Avengers, and now I'm here."
And then there was silence. Moments turned to minutes.
"You have nothing." Loki's voice broke the silence after 10 minutes, just as Steve had gotten up to exit. "Waking up 70 years later with everyone you loved lost, no family, nothing except that file to remind you of your life. Captain, I believe we might be in the same boat."
"Well let's just pray we don't sink it then" Steve grinned and started to head out the door.
"Captain?"
"Yes?" Steve turned to face Loki.
"…Thank you."
"Anytime." He turned again and began to walk through to his room before turning around one last time "Oh and Loki?"
"Yes?"
"Call me Steve." And with that the door closed and Steve was gone.