Save Me (Steve Rogers Fanfic)

5- Genevieve

I took Steve around the exhibit, showing him the things he had told me, and pointing out all the antiques he had loaned me from his apartment. His expression was bittersweet and pained, I kept asking if he wanted to stop but he wouldn't let me. 

Eventually, I finished the tour and we stepped outside to get some fresh air. It was peaceful, and the full moon light up the sky. 

"Hey Steve," he hums in response "you look pretty old right now." I joke, gesturing to his hair, which now looked white. He chuckled and shook his head. 

"You're something else Davis." We talked about random things for what felt like five seconds but was actually forty-five minutes. My phone buzzed and I look down to see a text from James:

 "You and Rogers sure have been gone for a long time..."

I scoff and Steve looks up at me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my boss wanted to know where we are. We should probably head back in, we've been gone a long time, and people are getting suspicious." He chuckles at the last bit. 

"Can we stay out here? That's not really my scene," I shrug and nod and he smiles, "Great." 

We end up sitting down on the steps next to each other, still mumbling away about random things. After a lull in the conversation, my eyes began to droop, a combination of being exhausted and relaxed. My head fell to his shoulder, and I felt his arm drape around my waist to keep me upright. 

When I opened my eyes my head was in Steve's lap and his jacket was draped over my curled up body. I let myself get adjusted to the night by studying his expression, only he decided to look down right at that moment. 

"Good morning," he chuckled "how did you sleep?"

"Pretty good actually, you're comfortable." I sit up and rub my eyes. 

"Well, I'm glad," he looks at me, "your hair is kind of messed up." I immediately reach up to fix it and he laughs, "I'm kidding, you look fine." 

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was, I did fall asleep," I start , "by the way, how long was I out for?"

"About half an hour," he says, looking down at his watch. "I didn't want to wake you, you looked like you could use some rest." 

"Always a charmer Rogers, always a charmer." I tease him and he chuckles. He rubs the back of his neck and stands up, holding his hand out to me. I hold out his jacket for him and he shakes his head, draping it back around my shoulders so I slip my arms in, it immediately swallowing my frame. He laughs and rolls up the sleeves for me. 

"C'mon, let's go get drinks." He grabs my hand and he leads me inside to the bar and orders for the both of us. After I finish my first drink he grabs me another and eventually we become bored with the present company. 

"Do you want to leave?" I ask, turning to him. He nods and we head out, saying goodbye to the few people we had interacted with throughout the night. As we get to the parking lot a problem arises. 

"Give me your keys," he orders "you've been drinking so I'm driving."

"What about your bike?"

"You can drive me back in the morning," he shrugs so I toss him my keys. He opens the passenger door for me and makes sure I'm all set before he closes the door and goes around. He gets in and we head off to the same bar as before, he helps me out and keeps his arm around me until we get to a table, "You stay here. I'll go get drinks." He brings stuff back and we talk and joke, and we end up trying to throw snacks and catch them in our mouths, he's surprisingly good at it, and I tell him it must be the super soldier serum. 

At about one in the morning, we finally decide to head out, we hop back in my car and before he starts it he turns to me. 

"My place or yours?" I'm slightly taken aback. 

"What?"

"Well you can't drive and I'm driving, so whose place do you wanna crash at?" 

"It doesn't matter, you pick." He nods and starts up my car, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards what I assume is his place. It isn't far from mine, but not close enough to walk. He leads me upstairs to his apartment and unlocks the door. When he turns on the light I'm shocked, I half expected the place to be messy but it's practically spotless. I take off my heels and plop down on his couch as he disappears into a room down the hall. He comes back out and tosses me a pile of clothes, a t-shirt, and sweats. 

"Bathroom's right through here to the right," he points so I get up and get changed. The sweats surprisingly fit and I later find out it's because each of his friends has a set of clothes at his place, these being Natasha's. 

After changing Steve and I talked on the couch for about an hour until I fell asleep, exhausted after the long day.