Crayons.

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"I'm not an artist, I don't think this'll turn out well" you mumbled as you were chewing on a pencil. Once Steve calmed you down, he went to go grab some old art supplies that he would find during his patrols, he knew you liked to draw, despite you saying otherwise. "Sure it will, better then I can do at least" He laughed and picked up a little crayon box. "What color are your eyes again?" He said, before you could correct him (haha tankmen have no eyes) you noticed he was staring at you, you cleared your throat and he shook his head a bit, mumbled something and continued doodling.

Weird..

"Okay, done! Can I see yours?" He smiled and looked at your paper, you nodded and placed it in his hands. It was a picture of him, he tilted his head a bit and smiled. "And you say you aren't a fucking artist, liar" He playfully glared at you, you laughed. "Alright alright, here's mine, better than yours if I do say so myself" He placed the photo in front of you, it was a small doodle of you and him, holding hands, it looked like it was doodled by a 5 year old.

"I love it" you smiled "but it's missing one thing" you picked up a crayon and doodled a heart next to Steve's name. He smiled and picked up a crayon too, as he doodled more hearts next to yours. "Now it's extra perfect" He smiled, looking back up at you.

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