Steve Rogers One Shots

Stargazer

The cool breeze brushes the hair off of your forehead as you lean on the railing, observing the warm colors blossoming on the horizon as the sun inches down along the sky.  Stark Towers had been tense that afternoon after Pietro and Wanda had gotten into a big argument.  The twins were always each others best friend, but something snapped. 

You couldn't stand Wanda being so rash, so you had come up to the roof to clear your head.  Well, the siblings might need it more, but you decided some fresh air would be good.  The indentations from the tesseract machine still lie in the gravel.  There are small holes in the rocks, set apart from their burnt edges.  You try not to think about the battle and destruction as gaze out over the beautiful city, breathing in the lights and colors.

You hear the crunch of gravel and see Steve walk out of the elevator, a light smirk on his face and a blanket tucked under one arm, his free hand tucked into his pocket.  When he sees you his neck flushes red, his hand flying to the back of his neck.

"Hey Steve," you smile.  Making your way over to him, you bury your hands into your own pockets.  "What brings you up here on this fine night?" 

He chuckles and looks down at his feet.  "The twins haven't made up, and every time one or both of them walk into the room, it's someone's poured pudding into the air."  

"The tension is that bad?"  You frown and cross your arms.  "I hate seeing them like that."

"Me too."  He shifts the roll under his other arm, his fingers running through his hair.

"You still haven't answered my question," you point out, motioning toward the bundle.

"Oh, that's just...I like to stargaze."  He glances up at you before bringing the soft roll in front of him, playing with the ends.

"That's really cool, actually.  I would, it's just that the concrete is super uncomfortable, even with a blanket."  You catch it just as it topples from his finger tips and return it to him, your hands flying back to your jeans.  "I'll leave you to it."  You shyly move around him to the elevator, but his voice beckons you back.

"Do you want to join me?"  You turn and his hand moves up to the back of his head again, running through his blonde hair.

"I don't want to disturb you or anything," you explain, letting one arm dangle and holding your elbow with your opposite hand.

"You wouldn't be disturbing me.  It would be nice to have a partner to lay with."  The red around his neck moves up to his cheeks.  "Only if you want to, of course."

"That would be nice."  You grin up at him and his eyes go wide in surprise, but you see a grin creep up the side of his face.  He hesitantly slips an arm around your shoulders, leading you toward a stretch of concrete opposite to the gravel pit. 

Spreading out the blanket, Steve leaves his shoes on the side and you follow suit, sitting down on the blanket.  He leans back and tucks an arm behind his head, spreading out his other arm.  "I know the concrete can be uncomfortable," he smirks.

You grin and rest your head on his bicep, the light steadily fading away to make room for the cosmos. The stars and hues of blue and green set in, the sky above having depths that you can't even dream of.  It's so vast, the air catching in your throat.  You want to fly up and dance with the expanse of unknown.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, tracing the one shape you know with your finger, the Big Dipper.

"Yeah, and there's the Little Dipper, and Ursa Major, and Orion..."

Soon Steve was rattling off names of constellations, speeding up as he started to get a hold on his knowledge.  You could barely keep track of his waving finger, zipping around on some crazy race track.

"Slow down there, Rogers!"  You laughed and turn toward him, and he blushes.

"Sorry, am I boring you?"  He brings his arm down to rest on his stomach, but you hurry to clarify yourself.

"No, no!  I'm just...wow!  How do you remember all of that?"  You rest a hand on top of the one laying on his stomach, and he laughs.

"I've been doing this for a while.  It's kind of a hobby, coming up here and keeping track.  I've done my research," he explains, his eyes glittering with the vast universe above you.  After drinking in the view for a moment longer, you rise.

"Where are you going?"  Steve sits up and gently grasps your hand.

"It's getting late, and I should leave you to this."  You motion toward the sky above you, and he nods.

"Thanks.  If you want, we could to this tomorrow."  He looks up at you, the hope in his eyes unmistakable.

"That would be fun," you smile, pulling on your shoes.  Before walking toward the elevator, you lean forward and press your lips to his forehead.  "Until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow," he agrees, watching your back as you make your way toward the elevator.