Brooklyn Baby ✧ Steve Rogers

Chapter Eight ✧ Tights

AN: Jessica's outfit is up top, minus the hat.

Also, in case any of you have ever wondered, if it's not specially detailed, Jessica's hair is always down.

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Days later, Steve sighed as the wool of his costume scratched his skin, making Jessica raise a brow while a smirk danced at her lips.

"I don't know if I can do this, Brooklyn baby," He shook his head. Jessica bit her lip as her fingers picked at the edge of the star, "Can you do it for me, hero? I may even kiss you if you do."

"Nothing to it," One of the workers told, "You sell a few bonds. Bonds buy bullets. Bullets kill Nazis. Bing band boom and then you get a smooch out of it from your dame. Sounds like a win-win to me."

Jessica winked at Steve as the man said, "You're an American hero."

"It's not just how I pictured getting there," Steve explained. Jessica shrugged before she wrapped her arms around his neck, "It doesn't matter how you get there. All that matters is that you feel pride in yourself for your accomplishments."

The unknown man chuckled, "Keep her. She knows what she's talking about."

"Yes, she does," Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Jessica into his chest. The woman smiled, "Now, the Senator has got a lot of pull up on the Hill. You play ball with them and you'll be leading your own platoon in no time."

She turned in Steve's arms, grabbing his mask from the table beside them as the man kissed the side of her head.

Jessica turned and placed the mask on Steve, saying, "You sell this and you get a kiss, Mr. Rogers."

"Can I have one for good luck?"

The woman gave him a look and Steve pouted, Jessica sighing as she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Steve's mouth moved against hers, holding the woman close as their hearts began beating in sync.

Steve pulled back breathlessly, whispering, "How am I going to get used to that?"

"You aren't," Jessica quickly kissed him once more before pushing him slightly, "Get your shield, hero. You do this and you'll get another kiss."

Steve's eyes widened before he grabbed the shield and ran through the curtain, Jessica chuckling to herself as the band began playing. Jessica walked over to the side of the stage, being able to see Steve along with the women on stage as they began to sing.

"Not all of us can storm a beach or drive a tank," Steve recited, reading the words Jessica had written onto a piece of paper and taped to the back of the shield for him. He looked to the crowd, "But there's still a way all of us can fight."

Jessica shook her head, putting her fist against her lips to hide her laughter.

Of course she was proud of Steve, but watching him walk around in his skin-tight patriotic costume was both humorous and intriguing. She rose a brow as she made his way down his body, eyes pausing on his lower back for a moment.