Time Flies When You're Saving Lives

Super soldier

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. Only my OC, Agent Clarissa Melanie Connors and her story line belongs to me.

~0~ = little break

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I woke up bright and early the next day. I stayed in my bed a few extra minutes than usual, needing to take the time to set my emotions straight. I knew I shouldn't have gotten attached to Steve, I scolded myself internally. But I mean, how could you not? He was sweet, caring, a real gentleman, brave, and not to mention his way with words.

Shaking my head, as if it would rid of the thoughts from it, I got changed into my uniform. I was just about to leave for Steve's quarters when I found him in front of my door with his hand raised to knock.

"Steve!" I said, startled.

He put his arm down and gave me a small smile.

"Good morning, Clara. I was just about to knock." He told me.

I nodded "Yeah, surprised me there a bit. I was just about to go to your place actually."

"Dr. Erskine said it was you who would be taking me to the lab so I thought I'd save you the trouble of walking to my bunker and just come here." Steve explained with a shrug.

"Well thank you, that's very thoughtful of you. Shall we?"

He nodded and let me lead him to the car. Like the gentleman he is, he opened the door for me once he figured out which car we were going in.

Driving around the streets of Brooklyn, Steve started recognizing where we were. I remembered that he lived here so that's why he was recognizing places.

"Hey, I know this neighborhood." He said to me.

"Really?"

"Yeah," with a finger, he pointed out some places. "I got beat up in that alley... And that parking lot..." He looked down, sort of embarrassed. "And behind that diner."

I looked at him before speaking "Did you have something against running away?"

"Well, you start running they'll never let you stop. You stand up, push back, they can't say no forever right?" He explained.

I nodded, understanding what he meant on a personal level.

"I know a little of what that's like,
to have every door shut in your face." I told him.

"I guess I just don't know why you'd want to join the Army if you were a beautiful dame." He blurted out but was kind of shocked that he said that.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. He started stuttering, trying to save himself from what he said.

"Or a beautifu... a woman. An agent. Not a dame. You are beautiful, but..."

I cut him off to save him from more embarrassment, it was actually kind of cute the way he stutters.

"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" I asked with a laugh.

My laughing must have gave him some confidence and reassurance that what he said wasn't offensive or out of line because he had a smile on his face too.

"I think this is the longest conversation I've had with one, besides the first time we met, and the one from that night..." He blushed a bit before sighing.

"Women aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on." Steve confessed.

"You must have danced surely. I find it hard to believe that you've never danced." I said looking at him though he was still looking down.