Stephanie Rogers

Admin: Hey, how y'all doing...?

Admin: Haven't been this girl in so long, so here's some headcanons because I'm itching to write her again.
          
          Stephanie drew a self portrait of herself after she chopped off all her hair to pretend to be a man in order to join the army. The reason she did this was because she was going to leave it to explain to her friends what she had done.
          
          She doesn't wear lipstick often, it reminds her too much of dreaming of dolling up for that promised dance with Garrett.
          
          She /absolutely/ refuses to admit she's traumatized. Everyone else needs to get help, but her? No, she can suffer. She needs to be able to take on everyone else's problems.

"Can't sleep either?"

"Hey, you ready?"

“And your proof to show that I am in fact doing that? Where is it? I don’t see the proof, Steph.” { Bucky asked as he sat down, one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting in the palm of his metal hand as he stared at the other curiously. Steph had accused him of still killing, that he was doing things he did as the winter soldier.} “your being paranoid, Steph. You know I’d never do that again. Gave me tons of trauma after all, I absolutely hated doing all of that.”

"I'm just saying flings have never hurt anyone. There's plenty of hot guys- and girls depending on which way you swing, around."

"Okay, what's wrong? You seem on edge."

// idk feel like he’d start speaking different languages to annoy her lol. Besties XD idk if Steph can speak other languages or not //
          
          “я не думаю, что вы делаете это правильно.”
          
          // Russian translation: I do not think your doing that correctly //

“I don’t know who Bucky is. Why do you keep calling me that?” 

“Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t give me that look, Steph.”