𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 || 𝟏𝟖+
❝I'm convinced that you are heaven in a person, Angel.❞
The one where a tired Steve Rogers escapes his past and ends up finding the love of his life during a very snowy Christmas time in London, UK.
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CHAPTER EIGHT: SILENT NIGHT
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Fifteen minutes and a visit to the bathroom later, Angel found herself in her warm sheets again, now wearing her underwear and the oversized grey sweater she'd worn before, her head on his bare chest. Steve lay next to her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingertips softly grazing the thick fabric of her shirt so she could feel it on her skin underneath like wings of a butterfly touching her. Outside, the snowfall had worsened, leaving a wall of white in front of her windows, barely illuminated by the street lights. It was utterly silent. Angel could hear his steady breath, feel his chest rise and fall underneath her head.
"Steve?" she whispered into the dark, one hand resting beside her head, feeling his heart beating inside of his chest.
"Yes?" he whispered back, shifting a little, pulling the warm, thick blanket closer around them with his free hand.
"Why London?"
He paused, Angel could feel his body tensing up shortly, his lungs filling up with air as he inhaled deeply. He was clearly startled by the question, maybe even overwhelmed, unsure what to answer.
"What do you mean?" he asked after some silence, his arm pulling her body closer to him. Angel let her hand travel from his chest down to his defined abs and eventually stopped right by the hem of his underwear he'd put on again while she'd been in the bathroom earlier. Her gaze searched for silhouettes in the darkness of the room, her hair was messy and tousled and lay on his chest and shoulder.
"Why did you decide to come to London after..." She didn't finish her sentence but was aware that he knew exactly what she meant. After the battle. After saving the planet. The universe. Steve took another deep breath, his fingertips now in her hair, gently stroking the strands in one direction. Angel felt goosebumps traveling down her spine from the soft touch of her scalp.
"I don't know," he admitted in a quiet voice, barely audible, almost as if he didn't dare to break the comfortable silence of the apartment. Angel hummed, telling him she'd heard him. Her fingers now circled each of the visible muscles on his stomach. When his skin got covered in goosebumps, she stopped and pulled the blanket further up to her neck to also cover his abdomen.
"Maybe I just wanted some time far away from everything," he thought out loud, and Angel was happy about how he opened up to her even more. She wanted to get into his mind, knowing him better than anyone. And she hoped he thought the same about her.
"I get that," she muttered, her hot breath hitting his chest. She closed her eyes tiredly and pulled herself closer to him, arms wrapping around him as best as she could.
"How about you?" he asked quietly, "Why London?"
"I wanted to be able to tell a cool story about where I went to college," Angel chuckled under her breath, her lips curling up. He huffed in response, and Angel wondered whether she missed him smiling. She'd never seen more than a faint smirk on his beautiful face since they'd met, and she yearned to change that. She wanted to make sure his smile was just as enchanting as he was.
