Stars and leather jackets

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        Thalia's POV

         Where am I? The last thing I remember was seeing the papers on Spark and I's separation, deciding to save Spark, talking to her after we separated and then everything went black- oh. I must have passed out. I tried to sit up but Steve popped out of nowhere and gently pushed me back onto the bed. 

          "Hey," he said quietly "don't try and sit up. You passed out for a while." 

           "Is Spark OK?" I asked frantically. Steve nodded and I relaxed instantly. I slumped against the pillows and Steve brushed my hair off my face softly. 

            "I was so worried," he whispered "I thought you were going to die." 

          "Sorry to disappoint" I joked weakly. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. 

          "Why did you stay inside?" he asked miserably. 

           "She shouldn't have to go through so much pain." I whispered as I shakily started to sit up. Steve rushed to help me and gently moved my legs off the edge of the bed. He bent down in front of me and took my hands in his. 

          "That doesn't mean you have to go through it." I shrugged innocently and said 

           "You must be rubbing off on me. Damn you and your heroism." Steve laughed and picked me up with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. 

            "You love my heroism." he teased. 

           "Not as much as I love you." Holy shit what did I just say? Delete Thalia delete! My face paled as the words left my mouth and I tried to cover up. "I'm sorry, that was... wow I normally don't do this. I didn't mean to make you uncomfort-" I was cut off as Steve pressed his lips against mine. When he pulled away he grinned and said 

            "I love you too Thalia. You could never make me uncomfortable." I smiled and willed my hand to spark with electricity. 

             "Is that a challenge Capsicle?" Steve rolled his eyes as I used Tony's nickname for him and he leaned back into kiss me. 

            "What do you think spark plug?" I gasped in mock offense and tackled him on the bed. He in turn, rolled over so that he was on top, and smiled down at me. I sat up and pulled him in for a kiss. 

           "You're a mess Rogers." I breathed. 

           "Love you too." he whispered.

              "Why do I have to be here? It's so boring!" I moaned, a few hours later as Tony's party was in full swing.

             "I asked the same question and I only got a one finger response." a familiar voice said from behind me. I gasped and launched into Spark's awaiting arms. "You seem better," she said giggling. 

               "Not as good as you. Damn! Pietro better keep a close eye on you or someone's going to snatch you up." Spark laughed as she twirled in her dress. Her white hair perfectly played with the red on her dress and she seemed so much happier. 

             "Who says I care?" she asked innocently.

             "I do!" I exclaimed "I didn't go through countless make out sessions for you to go off with another guy." She punched my arm playfully and dragged me off to socialize. We met up with Wanda and started talking about random stuff when a mischievous look came over Spark's face. She pulled the two of us over to an empty table and grinned.