"What's that one?"
"That's Ursa Major."
"What's that one?"
"Charlie, that's a helicopter." I giggled and blushed bright red. We were lying on the roof, staring up at the stars. Neither one of us had wanted to go into the city for a date, so we just decided to hang out at the tower. I smiled as Peter reached over and held my hand. A cold wind started to blow through and I shivered slightly.
"Are you cold?" Peter asked in concern.
"Maybe." I said as I inched closer to him. He smiled softly and gently wrapped an arm around me. "Thanks." I whispered as I rested my head on his chest.
"Anytime." he said quietly "Hey Charlie, can I ask you something?" I sat up in confusion.
"Sure," I said nervously "what's up?"
"If I kissed you, would you punch me?" I laughed as Peter grinned sheepishly at me.
"No I would not punch, kick, or harm you in any way." I said finally.
"Good." Then he leaned towards me and we were kissing. He gently reached out to pull me in closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was sitting on his lap as we broke away, and I looked at him shyly.
"That was nice." I whispered. Pete smiled as he held onto me tightly.
"I liked it too."
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Everything's Going to Change
FanfictionOne moment can change everything. My name is Charlie Davenport and this is the story of the day I was adopted by Steve Rogers.