LETTERS TO VIOLET [STEVE ROGERS] [✔️]

prologue - the only exception

Prologue - The Only Exception

Steve watched Stark's floating car in wonder, but paused to offer the lovely brunette standing in front of him some popcorn. To his absolute shock, her eyes lit up, and she smiled, reaching a slender hand into the bag, and grasping a few bits of the treat. "Thank you, Steve," Her lovely, bell-like voice chimed, and he blushed. "You-you're welcome, Miss Violet."

He watched as she popped the popcorn into her mouth as she watched Stark on the stage, and he was amazed and flattered that she had even bothered to remember his name. Normally, women as beautiful as Violet-Louise Jones would sneer and turn their noses up at him, because he was a scrawny, small guy who just couldn't measure up to his best friend, a strapping Sergeant named James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.

No matter how many double dates Bucky brought Steve on, hoping to find him a girl, every single one would have the same reaction. First confusion, then disappointment, and finally, scorn and snobbiness for the rest of the date.

That is, every single one except for Violet. A beautiful girl who was only a quarter inch taller than him, with flowing black-brown hair, perfect pale skin, and bluish green eyes, Steve couldn't help but think she was the picture of perfection. She had been so kind from the moment he met her, her eyes sparkling when he made a slightly amusing comment, her laughter infectious. Bucky gave Steve a look as if to say, "See, I told you she was amazing!"

By the end of the night, after Violet had convinced him to take her dancing with the reassurance that he wouldn't step on her feet too bad, he was positively glowing, thinking he must have died and gone to heaven because of Violet. He walked her home, a goofy grin on his face because Violet let him hold her hand. She lived in a Brownstone apartment in Brooklyn, only a few blocks from Steve's place. In his pocket was a picture of them dancing together, and he smiled at the fact that Violet had the same one in her purse.

Turning to face him, she smiled, illuminated by the nearby streetlamp. "I had a wonderful time, Steve." She said, and he grinned. "Me too, Violet. I'm glad you came." She smiled, and squeezed his hand. "Good night, Steve." He smiled back, and replied, "Good night, Violet."

To his surprise, she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick print on his face, which he was too happy to wipe off. Instead, he walked to his next destination, the enlistment office (again, because he was too stubborn to stop trying), with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.