Wallflower {Steve Rogers}

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"You're rather quiet today." The baby blue eyed blond stated the rather obvious statement aloud.

Wallflowers don't really speak much.

"I'm just tired." You lied, back still facing Steve.

"Am I supposed to believe that?"

"If you want." You could feel him wrap his arms around your waist and push you away from the window you stood in front of for days.

You were lonely. But that's usual for a wallflower.

"You're allowed outside, you know."

And your breath hitched, "But I'll hurt someone. I can't..."

Then a soft kiss to your forehead calmed your jittering nerves.

"You've got your gloves. You'll be fine." He mused against your hair, breathing in your scent.

"Will you come with me?"

"Of course. I can't leave my wallflower alone, can I?"

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