brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

fifteen. ❅

steve rogers
chapter fifteen
mar. 10, 2013

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psa; chapters w/ smut won't usually have important details that would affect storyline since some readers won't be reading these chapters.

it's a little past one a.m. and ana was just looking up at the sky, enjoying the clear view of the stars.

i didn't approach her, i knew she was also enjoying the peace and quiet night. i watched her as she swayed back and forth, listening to the music that was playing on the radio. i cleaned up and waited for her to let me know when she was ready.

she lives in every moment possible. 

i smile to myself and walk towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind her and  resting my chin on her shoulder.   

a small gasp escapes her lips out of surprise and then she chuckled lowly.

"hey," she smiled.

"hi," i drag in a singsongy tone.

she stopped and turned around to look at me.

"we should find a hotel or something, to stay the night. unless we ask someone we really trust to come get us," she let out a sigh and looked at her hands, which were on my chest,"it's so late."

i placed a kiss on her forehead and she smiled up at me.

"why don't we go home?"

she pulled back slightly and gave me a confused look. 

"i'm guessing you still have the key, right?" i asked her and she nods.

she puts her hand in her back pocket and pulls out the key, showing it to me.

" well, then," i look up and then back down at her,"i'm sure you know the way back home?"

i put an elbow out and she smiled up at me, interlocking her arm in mine.

we made our way down and we made it to door 18. i smile at all the memories and hear ana let go of a shaky breath.  she insert the key and opened the door, revealing a newly decorated apartment.

"uh, okay, i'm pretty sure agent coulson had that done. he's the one who helped me get this for you," i said from behind ana, who had been in the middle of her old two bedroom townhouse.

she turned to look back at me over my shoulder. i slowly placed the picnic basket near the entrance, by where our shoes always went, and closed the door behind myself. i took my shoes off and placed mine next to hers.

"it feels homey," she comments and a small gasp escapes her lips as she saw her old room. 

i lock the door as i hear her footsteps

"no way!" i hear her shout enthusiastically from in her room.

i walk over and knock on her door, she has her old ballet slippers in her lap but the bedroom furniture is newer. she's on a more modern bed, its definitely new.

she looks up at me and raises the slippers up at me.

"if only they still fit, i forgot how much i miss ballet," she smiled and placed them on the bed and opened her wardrobe. 

she looked and found a box.

"is that your mom's?" i ask and she nods.

she pulled it out and jumped on the full sized bed, putting the box in front of her. she looked up at me and tilted her head, telling me to sit.