I Guess We're Cool. [Captain America]

Chapter Twenty-Two ♡

Steve took me up to our room once everyone started to leave. He didn't really take me, he carried me. I laughed as I had to kick open the door. He shut the door then lied me down on the bed. I stood up from the bed and rummaged through my bag. I realized I didn't pack sweatpants to sleep in. I shrugged it off, knowing it was too hot for them anyways. I rushed into the bathroom and replaced my dress with a tank top. I removed my makeup and jewelry then messed with my hair. It had gone flat by the end of the night, so I let it be. I walked out of the bathroom to darkness in the room except the TV's glare. I looked out the window that overlooked the city then looked back at the TV. Steve was probably ready for bed. I heard the click of a camera and turned in that direction.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a little laugh.

"I just wanted to remember this," he whispered. I nodded and started to crawl into bed. Steve followed behind and cuddled up to me.

After a few moments of silence, I opened my eyes to look at Steve. He seemed to be struggling with sleep as well. I turned away from him and grabbed a flashlight. Steve moved a bit. I sat up and pulled the blanket over me. Steve sat up and asked what I was doing. I giggled and told him to come under the covers with me. He didn't want to. I pulled the blanket over my head and pouted. He laughed and crossed his arms.

"Don't do that," he whispered.

"Do what?" I asked, still pouting and doing puppy eyes. He smiled and pulled the blanket over us. I laughed and crawled under the blanket, holding the flashlight. I crossed my legs and smiled.

"Why are you doing this?" Steve asked. I shrugged.

"I can't sleep so I decided to do this," I said. He laughed and kissed my forehead. "Tell me a story," I whispered. I set the flashlight between our legs and smiled at him.

"A story?" He questioned. I nodded. "What kind?"

"Steve, you've been alive for over 90 years. You've slept for 70. You have to have some amazing stories about the other 20 years," I whispered.

"Audrey, I was asleep for 70 years-"

"Please, Steve," I begged. He stared into my eyes for a moment, then gave in. He mumbled a 'fine' and I smiled wide. I leaned in and kissed him softly, then whispered, "Thank you," as I pulled away.

Steve started to tell me his stories with Bucky and his friends, the howling commandos, during their war. I listened with wonder and curiosity. The stories made me laugh and smile at how wonderful they all were. They were marvelous. I had never heard anyone better than them. My family had told me stories about their friends, but I really loved Steve's. My family didn't tell me every story, though. It would trigger something inside them to the point where they would stop the story and have to leave the room, and maybe the house. I leaned my head on my fist and smiled at Steve.

"Your turn," he said.

"I don't have any interesting stories," I laughed.

"Then tell me something I don't know," he whispered. I thought about what I would tell him.

"I used to be a journalist," I said.

"Really?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked up.

"Yes. I did a story about you awhile back. It was in my hometown, though, so I don't think anyone read it."

"What'd you write about me?"

"You visited once and it was only for a meeting with S.H.I.E.L.D, but I got in and I spoke about what you were about now and how you've adjusted to this time."

"Why don't you work there anymore?"

"They became corrupt and I told them that I don't work with people who are just going to try to exploit others," I explained. "It was before S.H.I.E.L.D fell. I was only supposed to visit Nycole for business, but I quit and she told me that now it'd be a vacation. I didn't expect a permanent stay. I just really wanted an escape from Tyler." His name made me immediately sad and remember what had happened. I sighed and looked down. "He was a terrible boyfriend. He would have never done all these things for me. Even in high school he never danced with me at prom or anything." Steve stared at me for a moment, then pulled the blanket off us. He stood from the bed and held his hand out. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just take my hand," he replied. I took his hand and he swiftly pulled me off the bed and onto my feet. I smiled and looked at our feet to make sure mine were ok. Steve held a finger up, telling me to wait a moment, then hurried over to my phone where he started playing music. When You See My Friends by Mayday Parade started playing quietly. The TV was on mute now and Steve returned to his spot in front of me. He took my hand and placed his other on my waist.

"Steve," I whispered, questioning what was going on.

"You never had an official prom dance," he said. I smiled and started to dance slowly around the room with him. I softly sang along to the song and eventually moved closer to him. He kissed my head and I closed my eyes.

"Sign me up, no regrets, make a man out of me, and I wont say a word and I'll give all the things that you want and I need just to give me some peace. At the bottom of the ocean, there's a place for you and me. Lead the way, straight ahead, you gave me the time of my life, and it cut like a knife to the bone," I sang quietly. Steve twirled me around, then pulled me back. I stared up at him. "When you see my friends, tell them hi for me and tell them what you think about the way you handled everything. So neat and clean while the world is full of such pretty things, so do your best for me." For the last few seconds, we swayed and Steve hummed along. He dipped me down and smiled. I kissed him, and he pulled me back up. We pulled away, then looked at my wrists. I laughed. "You're adorable as hell," I said.

"So are you," he whispered, kissing my forehead.