brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

seven.

anastasia presely james
chapter seven
feb. 14, 2013

i grabbed my dish, along with steve's and put them both into the sink where the rest of the dirty dishes were from when i cooked the meal. i turned the faucet on and grabbed a sponge, putting dish soap on it and letting it soak some water before beginning to wash the dishes.

"so when you woke up, you just stayed in norway?"

i chuckled and nodded. i heard steve's footsteps lead up to the spot right besides me.

"well, yes, for a while. but then i was discovered by a group of undercover spies or assassins, you chose what you'd like to call them, found me. they took me to wherever they originated from and tried to train me."

"but you refused."

i confirmed with a slight hum.

"and they tortured and tortured," the flashbacks enter my mind and i shake my head to rid it of the memories,"i didn't break until they threatened the one thing that had me going."

"and what was that?"

i point at my head and smile at him.

"my brain."

he chuckled and nodded,"i see."

"when they realized i was more brilliant than determined, they had me doing every chemistry you could possibly imagine. the torture stopped, until it began again, but that's a story for another time, steve."

i turn to steve who had been focused on me. he looks at me with confusion but i give him a faux oblivion smile.

he furrows his eyebrows and slowly nods, backing off from the topic. i run off the water and grab a towel off the rack and began to dry my hands.

i take a glance at the window and see the sky darken. i check my oven and see the time.

3:16.

"what time did you say stark's little shindig is at, again?"

looking back at steve, i see him pat down on his jeans. he pulls out his phone and opens it.

"technically at 7 but it's stark, he'll take offense if we don't show up at least an hour before."

he turned his phone off and put it on the countertop, and smiled up at me.

"well, i assume you're not going dressed like that," he comments and my jaw dropped before I playfully hit his shoulder,"no! i mean i'm all for the tee shirt and messy bun, it's very attractive but if i'm going in black tie, so are you. after all, you are my date."

i groaned, in hopes to hide the glimpse of foolish happiness in my eyes and pulled out the hair tie that had kept my long brown hair in a bun.

"i know, i know but that means i have to shower and get ready," i put my hands on my face and rub my eyes.

i look around and see that my apartment is clean.

i look back up at steve and he took a step towards me, putting a hand on my waist. his hand wrapped itself around to my back and when he pulled me in, i place a delicate hand on his chest.

he leaned into me and i leaned up towards him and he smiles.

"what color are we wearing?"

i try to think about what's in my closet. i furrow my eyebrows and bite down on my lip before coming to an idea.

i drop my hand and grab his, pulling him to follow me into my walk in closet.

"woah, there now. you may be small but you have one hell of a grip."