I will find you...

2. Two Artists...

Last time:

my mother died in the chitauri attack 3 years ago

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Pepper and Nat suggested that I get a daughter as they "needed more girl power".

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"Hi, I'm Steve" he kindly spoke, putting out his hand.

"Liliana." I said shaking his hand

"May I come in?"

"Sure?"

"I just want to speak with you nothing else," he chuckled, "I promise" he said honestly

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Now:

Steve's POV

We went over to where there was a small sofa in the corner of the room. As we sat down, I noticed that Liliana kept fidling with a pencil that had been on the table in front of us. Placed neatly, on that table, was a beat-up looking sketchbook.

"So you like art?"

"Huh?"

"Drawing. I assumed that you draw or paint in that sketch book of yours"

"Oh... yeah"

"Can I see?"

"Umm... I'm not very good"

"Doesn't matter"

"Okay but some are quite personal, some are from years back and a few aren't complete."

I carefully opened the book to the first page and what I saw amazed me, it was central park at night, I carried on flipping through. Then I saw the last drawing...

It was a day many people knew too well. Especially me.

I didn't realise I had been staring at the partly completed drawing for almost a minute.

"Um yeah, that was the drawing I was working on before you knocked on the door"

"Well sorry if I disturbed, you're really talented"

"Thank you"

"Can you draw something for me?"

"Like what?"

"How about Captain America, or his shield. I've been a fan of his for a while." I don't know why but I wanted to see how she drew. Before I joined the army I often drew, I was an 'artist'. Her drawing something personal, I guess would mean more to me.

"Um, sure"

She got out some pencils and started by sketching the circle. then divided the shield up into it's rings and then the star in the center. She continued sketching with accurate strokes of her pencil.

"Can I please have a piece of paper, if you don't mind I'd like to draw something for you."

She handed me the items I needed

She then started to carefully 'colour' the rings one small stroke of the pencil to the next. At certain points in the rings, she left white as to show the light that's hitting the vibranium. After she had completed the strokes of marker she scurried across the room to her bed, she bent down and pulled something out from underneath the bed. A box. A box filled with art supplies and I promise that I saw a flash of light being reflected off of metal.

She hurriedly grabbed a few colour pencils; blues, reds, greys. She gave the box a good shove, sending it back underneath the bed. She quickly made her way back to where I was sat and finished of the reflecting light and shadows that are present on the shield.