In Your Eyes // Steve Rogers

Stolen Moments

Steve and I were getting awfully good at stealing moments. By such I mean, being normal, doing common relationship activities. It was foreign to us. Before we didn't see each other often, we always had other things taking our attention. We had stolen kisses, stolen nights of cuddling, but the intimacy we had just stolen, we wanted to continue for as long as time would let us.

We found ourselves back in the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped in first. I sighed blissfully when I felt the water on my skin. As gross as it sounded, I hadn't showered in years. It was as cleansing physically as it was spiritually to feel the water on my skin again.

What began as a way to be intimate just ended up becoming a hassle. I began by stealing the water just enough to wet my long hair. Steve stepped into the shower behind me and I slid past him to let him have a turn under the shower head, and then I just found myself cold. His broad shoulders blocked the entire flow of water from reaching me.

Steve ducked his head underneath the water. As he shook the excess water from his hair, he saw my pout, and he chuckled, placing his hand on my waist and guiding me to his chest. We stood sideways in the shower, the water trailing down the left sides of our body.

"I'm almost thinking this was more romantic in theory," he noted.

My eyes crinkled as I laughed. "I do agree."

I grabbed the shampoo from the rack behind me and squirted a dab on his darkened hair. I ran it through his shaggy hair, musing about how he should leave it long. He disagreed, admitting he would cut it soon with the beard. He was missing his natural blonde, he noted. I rolled my eyes playfully and nudged his head underneath the shower head to rinse his hair.

When it was my turn for him to wash my hair, he applied a much larger amount of shampoo to run down my hair. He marveled at how long it had gotten. I admitted I would probably cut it as well. Being Agamotto meant my human tendencies would cease. Wherever I cut my hair was where it would stay for my lifetime.

"I think you should cut it short again," he said, running his hand along the hair on my shoulder. "That's how long it was when I first met you. Do you remember that? It's been a long time since then."

I nodded, meeting his eyes. "You know, I could show you," I said softly. He raised his brow. "I can play it back for you, if you wanted. I'll take you home with me soon, back to the Light Dimension, and I can play it for you."

"Really?" he said, his eyes filled with wonder.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. When we're done with the shower and your beard, we can go, yeah?"

Steve smiled brightly. He ducked my head underneath the shower, running his fingers through the tangles in my hair. "I was meaning to ask about it. The whole Light Dimension thing, the Agamotto thing... It's odd. For me. To know you as I did, human Clara, and think of where you are now. I can only imagine what it's like for you, now, with these new powers, with a new purpose... I don't know. I always knew you were meant for more. I'm happy to see it come to fruition."

"It only means leaving you," I was quick to reply.

Steve scoffed. "It's space. Space. Hundred years ago, I couldn't even imagine free roaming space. I can't imagine now what it would be like."

"Space means little to me when you're around," I admitted. I ran my hands through my hair to ensure the water ran clear. I grabbed the wash cloths from the rack and started to apply his shoulders with soap. He did the same.