*Steve's pov*
I send y/n to take a shower, it would her calm down. She goes inside and doesn't lock the door, to be honest this makes me feel like she trusts me... I push that thought away as I sit on her chair and take a look around her bedroom. It was pretty tidy... her bed was made perfectly, her bedtable has the New Testament on, hair ties, a bottle of water next to them and her phone. On the floor there are her characteristic purple bandages and her gloves. I turn the chair to face her desk, there is a notebook, or so I thought...
I open it and to my surprise it was a sketchbook. At that page she had drawn her window view, while in the next one a funny sketch of her running away holding a piece of Iron man suit and Tony is chasing her.
I open it from the first page and I see photos. It was her and Bucky, doing silly faces, she had sign as Ballerina causing me to smile. Then there is a random pic of Natasha, next to which she had written: Queen, with a crown drawn on her head. Then I see her and Sam posing back-to-back, with their arms crossed and sunglasses on, 'Badass' written underneath and a P.S. 'Yes, Antman is there too, find him'.
I start looking through the book faster, it turns out it was a bullet journal, not a sketchbook, I understood it was personal so I close it. But some stuff fell out. I start picking them up, Clint was there and her with a little girl in her arms, which I think I have seen somewhere before but I can't remember. I stop once I see a picture of me sleeping, with Nat making fun of me and smile unconsciously to the description of the photo:
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From Hate To Love Steve Rogers x Y/n
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