I recently watched TFA, where Steve sketched while on tour in Italy – this inspired this drabble.
(250 Words)
Pictures Of You
Steve had no idea how long it had been since he'd last had a pencil and a sketchpad in his hand. Well, in fact he knew it – a handful of decades – but he didn't really want to think about it.
But it felt good to take the pencil, and as it touched the paper for the first line, it was as if he'd never stopped drawing.
His blue eyes gazed to the other side of the room where the reason for his sudden inspiration sat, and his hand guided the pen in the determination to capture her right. The minutes passed, and he smudged the grey paint here and added a line there, always having a critical eye on what he was doing.
And then, he was finally done, and his heart jumped a little bit as he looked between his drawing and the original, proud that they were looking nearly alike.
Natasha's eyes were concentrated on the book in her hand, the fingers of her free hand curled around a lock of her hair. She was lightly biting her full lower lip, and the tiniest of smiles played around the corners of her mouth.
To Steve, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen – it was rare that one could see the spy so relaxed and unguarded, and it was something special that he'd been able to capture this side of her on paper.