Imagines

Steve Rogers

"How is she doing?" I ask the nurse even though I already know the answer.
"It's not a good day, she's really weak I'd prefer if you'd make it quick." I nod and pull the sketches tighter to my chest.
I walk into the room quietly and see my grandma laying on her bed her eyes closed and her chest rising slowly.
"Grandma?" I ask softly and her eyes open at my voice as her lips form a lazy smile.
"Hey Rose sweetie." She says and tries to sit up but I get to her side quickly pushing her down softly.

"You don't need to sit up you need to rest." She rolls her eyes at me but still stays put.
I grab a chair and sit down beside her.
"The nurse said I can't stay for long but I brought the sketches you liked so much last time."
I tell her and put the papers on her nightstand beside the picture of the man I drew so often.
"Are you going to tell me who he is one day?" I ask her curiously even though I know she's not going to answer me.

"How is university going? Are you holding up your grades?" I chuckle at her question and my heart warms when she grabs my hand in her cold fragile one.
I put my other hand over hers to warm her hand up and she closes her eyes and sighs.
"Everything is going good no need to worry Grams. Well mom is cooking today so that's not really good but I will survive." I tell her and she chuckles.
A smile is on her lips and I feel her hand go slack in my grip as her breathing turns even.

I sigh because I'm used to it for this week.
She's just really tired and I won't judge her for it. I'm just scared that one day she's going to fall alseep and not wake up again.
I shake my head and push the thought away grabbing my sketchbook and bag leaving her a small note that I love her and that I'm going to visit her next week again.

I glance at the picture again of her in her younger years standing with soldiers beside her.
Everyone who knows her and sees me says that I'm looking just like her and it makes me proud because she was and still is a beauty.
My eyes catch onto the man she asked me to draw for her and confusion makes itself into my mind again.
I know how grandpa looked in his younger years that's why I'm wondering why she always wants me to draw him it's kinda creepy.

I sigh and stand up leaving the room as I close the door behind me.
I walk down the hall as someone calls my grandmothers name.
"Peggy?" Someone breathes out behind me and I turn around to see a tall buff man standing in front of me a confused look on his face.
His eyes widen when he looks directly into my face and I would recognize his in any situation.
It's the soldier on the picture of my grams.
"Peggy..how?" He steps closer and puts his hands softly on my cheeks as if I'm a ghost.

"You're him." I mumble softly and my cheeks flush in embarrassment because he still hasn't taken his hands off my face.
"Sorry I'm not who you think I am." I say and take a step back, his hands drop from my face in the process.
He shakes his head and snaps out of his trance.
"Sorry I though you were.." he trails off looking at the ground.
"Peggy Carter?" I finish his sentence and he looks up again with curiosity in his blue eyes.

I push my hair behind my ear a nervous habit because this handsome man is staring at me.
"Peggy Carter is my grandma." I tell him and his eyes widen in surprise as realization makes it's way onto his face.
"I'm Rose Carter." I tell him holding out my hand he takes it in his big hand and shakes it, his grip firm and secure.
"You're the man I'm drawing for her all the time." I say and his brows furrow as his eyes wander down to the papers in my hands.

It's like he's staring at himself when he looks down at my sketches.
"She's always thinking of you, you know? And she won't even tell me who you are but I know that you're someone special." I say because he looked so sad when he realized that I'm not her.
"I'm Steve." He clears his throat and I nod giving him a smile.
"She just fell asleep would you care to go down to the cafeteria and drink a coffee with me? I really would like to get to know you." I ask him excited to finally find out who this man is.
His cheeks flush and he looks caught off guard which makes me bite my lip to hold back the grin from forming on my lips.

His eyes widen at my facial expression and he looks at me again as if I'm a ghost.
"What do you think? Does it work for you?" I ask him again and a small smile makes it's way onto his lips.

"Yes. I think it works."