name: steve rogers fandom: marvel cinematic universe plot point: beginning of captain america notes: despite all of his health problems, steve is the kind of person who somehow always gets into trouble. usually standing up for himself or others, but trouble anyways.
It was supposed to be a rare evening out. Quite literally sneaking away from a government installation just to take in an evening of culture. Because Steve Rogers continued to surprise her, just as he had from the moment she'd met him. It turned out he had a bit of an ear.
At the very least, an ear for some of the same things she enjoyed. And since the experiment that had created her new self, and his recovery, they hadn't managed to get away at all - so quite frankly she would have taken him up on an evening of finger painting.
But a night of Beethoven, a late meal to follow? That was pure heaven.
And yet, fate took its time to intervene. The elevator they were taking up to street level had been stranded, halfway up, for the past half an hour now.
She stood, coat folded over her arm, fidgeting. It'd been silent for the past...however many minutes, since a voice had shouted down that they were waiting for maintenance personnel. 'About an hour, maybe two.'
She couldn't pretend not to be disappointed, more than a little disgruntled. But she kept reminding herself it wasn't all bad; the company was...well, it was Steven, wasn't it? It occurred to her that they hadn't really had time for a conversation of any length in a very long while. At least, that wasn't about the war.
And, so, she ventured a first step in a dance:
"I think the phrase is 'your tax dollars at work.' Is that right?"
When it came to anything that was ‘supposed to happen’ or ‘supposed to be’, Steve knew from experience that the chances of that actually happening were slim to none. Hadn’t they predicted that the Great War was supposed to be over by Christmas that first year? Still, he had hopes too.
He and Peggy needed a night off, a chance to unwind with some activities that didn’t include Bucky stealing a jeep and Howard being a worse punk than him. He wanted to learn more about her, what she liked and was interested in, maybe hear more stories about her growing up and her other experiences in the war. Beethoven, one of his favorite composers due to his ma liking the music so much, sounded like a perfect chance.
The sour look on her face told him she was about as pleased with the elevator as he was.
But if there was anyone he would want to be stuck in an elevator with, it would be Peggy.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Except I think they used a private contractor, so we get to complain about capitalism too. Don’t tell Howard.”
He smiled and looked back at her. It still awed him every time he saw her. “Company is nice. I’ve been stuck in a lot of places alone. Sorry we’re not gonna see that performance, though.”
She lowered herself down, offering a hand for 'help' in doing so, though she didn't really need it. And, quite possibly, making sure that her skirt rode up just a little further past the knee than it needed to.
Once down she folded her own coat next to her, and patted it, the indication clear that he should join her.
"You're welcome," he replied, sitting down carefully, so he didn't pull his side the wrong way. Some days it still hurt and it was typically from doing something the day before. He noticed her skirt go a little higher as well, but didn't say anything about it. It could have been intentional. It might not have been. He wouldn't say anything unless she said something, because like hell was he going to assume.
"You know, that brocure didn't say what pieces would be playing. What would you have liked to hear?"
It was, because she was...well, feeling the waters. She'd liked him before the procedure - good heavens, had she ever - but now was...different. She was confident in who she was, confident in her abilities - but the physical change was new, and people looked at her differently, now. There was nobody on Earth that wouldn't get to, at least a little bit.
She was mostly sure he'd been at least somewhat attracted to her before, but now...well, now it was all figuring things out again.
"Moonlight Sonata," she said with a sigh as he eased into place. "I've always preferred his smaller violin pieces, and the piano pieces. You?"
True, she had changed. There was no use trying to lie about that or ignore it. He had seen how people looked at her now: in awe, in reverence, and as if she were something more than human. In some ways, she was. She was a symbol, someone capable of amazing feats. But like he said, her outside finally matched her inside.
But yeah, they were kind of figuring things out again.
“The cello sonatas,” he replied. “and the string quartets are good too. But I’m a sucker for his Fifth Symphony, especially the fourth movement.”
She'd gotten a lot of the other stuff, too: people being intimidated by her strength, her newfound position, and trying to shame her over it. She'd never, ever expect that from Steve, of course - but it got her on edge, occasionally.
"Mmm, the classic of the classics?" she replied, with a smile. "But you've excellent taste. I'm going to guess you grew up with music."
He saw that too, and it always infuriated him—especially when someone tried to shame her. She slugged that soldier when he made that comment during basic training. Just because she could break his jaw more easily now didn’t mean she still wouldn’t punch him.
But he didn’t blame her for being on edge about it. Hence a night out where her strength and the serum wouldn’t matter. Just her.
“Thank you, I did. Ma loved music and we had a neighbor who would let us listen to his records all the time. She could hear a piece once and be able to sing it or hum it note for note.”
Clearing his throat, he couldn’t help a bit of an embarrassed flush to his cheeks as he started to sing Frank Sinatra’s song Night and Day. His voice wasn’t as smooth or deep as Sinatra’s, more of a tenor.
And she listened, entranced. Oh, it wasn't the quality - good though it was - it was that it was him. He couldn't know it was one of her favourites. That she had the Cole Porter version on a record, back home. But there it was. Him all over, just being...perfect.
She settled in against him as he sung, making up her mind as he reached the conclusion. Her hand slid along his, fingers atop his own.
"Steve?" she asked, blushing fiercely. "I really would like it if you kissed me right now."
A man like that, a song like that, a moment you might not get again? Take the damned leap, woman.
No, he had no idea that this was one of her favorite songs—it just happened to be one that he knew well, and if the words happened to ring true for him … Well. He kind of chose it for that reason.
Then she went and took his hand and spoke her mind.
A part of him was utterly surprised and instantly thought, No way. No way she wants scrawny, anemic, about to fall over dead any day Rogers. But he shoved that away, because this was Peggy. She wasn’t any of the girls Bucky brought around in the hopes that one of them would click with Steve like she did. She was bright and warm, funny and amazing in so many ways. She never once looked at him like he was lesser because … for any reason, really. She was his hero, and instead of being high on a pedestal, she was in an elevator with him.
Asking him to kiss her.
So, he took a leap too.
“I would really like to kiss you right now,” he said, before he turned his head and did so.
She'd never really seen him as anything lesser - he was a man with a lion heart, a sense of right and wrong that was strong beyond belief. He'd struck her like a thunderbolt with that - never coming onto her like a piece of meat, like some of the other men did.
No, he was her hero, the man who should have the strength she did. Her job was to live up to the honour and integrity be brought to every single day.
And the kiss was precisely what she had wanted, in in the moment. Gentle, warm - him to a tee. She reached up a hand, caressing his cheek.
"Sorry," she said, with a smile and a lowered voice, "just after that song..."
Even if his Ma hadn’t taught him better, treating her that way wouldn’t be right. She had a lion heart as well, reminding him of the Britannia images that were going around now. Even when backed into a corner with impossible odds, she wouldn’t back down, and god help those who hurt those she was defending. She didn’t have to worry about living up to his image—she was creating her own.
He huffed out a little laugh and leaned into her palm, enjoying its warmth.
"Oh, so you're that sort of man. The man who wants to relentlessly tease a poor, defenceless woman while all she wants is to be just besotted by your kisses."
She shifted closer nevertheless.
"You...lion-hearted," she returned the favour, kissing his cheek, "handsome," one to the corner of his mouth, "clever and wonderful man."
This last one came to his lips, and with a considerable amount of the pent-up feelings she'd had for him since...since so very early on.
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Date: 2022-06-03 01:06 am (UTC)At the very least, an ear for some of the same things she enjoyed. And since the experiment that had created her new self, and his recovery, they hadn't managed to get away at all - so quite frankly she would have taken him up on an evening of finger painting.
But a night of Beethoven, a late meal to follow? That was pure heaven.
And yet, fate took its time to intervene. The elevator they were taking up to street level had been stranded, halfway up, for the past half an hour now.
She stood, coat folded over her arm, fidgeting. It'd been silent for the past...however many minutes, since a voice had shouted down that they were waiting for maintenance personnel. 'About an hour, maybe two.'
She couldn't pretend not to be disappointed, more than a little disgruntled. But she kept reminding herself it wasn't all bad; the company was...well, it was Steven, wasn't it? It occurred to her that they hadn't really had time for a conversation of any length in a very long while. At least, that wasn't about the war.
And, so, she ventured a first step in a dance:
"I think the phrase is 'your tax dollars at work.' Is that right?"
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Date: 2022-06-03 12:58 pm (UTC)He and Peggy needed a night off, a chance to unwind with some activities that didn’t include Bucky stealing a jeep and Howard being a worse punk than him. He wanted to learn more about her, what she liked and was interested in, maybe hear more stories about her growing up and her other experiences in the war. Beethoven, one of his favorite composers due to his ma liking the music so much, sounded like a perfect chance.
The sour look on her face told him she was about as pleased with the elevator as he was.
But if there was anyone he would want to be stuck in an elevator with, it would be Peggy.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Except I think they used a private contractor, so we get to complain about capitalism too. Don’t tell Howard.”
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Date: 2022-06-05 04:15 am (UTC)She dipped her head though, turning slightly to look at him from just beyond the edge of her air.
"Still, could be in here alone. Company's rather nice."
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Date: 2022-06-05 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-06-08 03:04 am (UTC)"Well. I'm tired of standing. Shall we at least make ourselves a bit comfortable?"
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Date: 2022-06-10 11:14 pm (UTC)Mozart was still beloved by many musicians. Someone would always be performing him, unless they were going with Bach for some reason.
“Oh! Yeah, no. No need to stand for two hours.”
With that, he took off his jacket and folded it for her to sit on. No need for her to be uncomfortable either.
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Date: 2022-06-13 12:13 am (UTC)Once down she folded her own coat next to her, and patted it, the indication clear that he should join her.
"Thank you," she said.
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Date: 2022-06-17 05:18 pm (UTC)"You know, that brocure didn't say what pieces would be playing. What would you have liked to hear?"
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Date: 2022-06-20 12:13 am (UTC)She was mostly sure he'd been at least somewhat attracted to her before, but now...well, now it was all figuring things out again.
"Moonlight Sonata," she said with a sigh as he eased into place. "I've always preferred his smaller violin pieces, and the piano pieces. You?"
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Date: 2022-06-20 01:51 am (UTC)But yeah, they were kind of figuring things out again.
“The cello sonatas,” he replied. “and the string quartets are good too. But I’m a sucker for his Fifth Symphony, especially the fourth movement.”
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Date: 2022-06-21 12:14 am (UTC)"Mmm, the classic of the classics?" she replied, with a smile. "But you've excellent taste. I'm going to guess you grew up with music."
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Date: 2022-06-21 12:43 am (UTC)But he didn’t blame her for being on edge about it. Hence a night out where her strength and the serum wouldn’t matter. Just her.
“Thank you, I did. Ma loved music and we had a neighbor who would let us listen to his records all the time. She could hear a piece once and be able to sing it or hum it note for note.”
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Date: 2022-06-21 02:11 am (UTC)"Mum did something similar," she replied, "we had a little piano, and she'd get the sheet music and we'd learn it together."
She leaned against him, just a little bit, then.
"Don't tell me you sing, too," she added, with a smile.
because chris evans sings XDD
Date: 2022-06-21 02:51 am (UTC)He leaned against her a little too, feeling comfortable.
“A little,” he said with a little smirk. “Ma said I had a nice voice, but Bucky claims I’ll make your ears bleed.”
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Date: 2022-06-22 02:25 am (UTC)"Well?" she prompted. "Are you going to prove him wrong, or...?"
Said with a bit of a challenging tone.
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Date: 2022-06-22 02:50 am (UTC)Clearing his throat, he couldn’t help a bit of an embarrassed flush to his cheeks as he started to sing Frank Sinatra’s song Night and Day. His voice wasn’t as smooth or deep as Sinatra’s, more of a tenor.
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Date: 2022-06-22 07:32 pm (UTC)She settled in against him as he sung, making up her mind as he reached the conclusion. Her hand slid along his, fingers atop his own.
"Steve?" she asked, blushing fiercely. "I really would like it if you kissed me right now."
A man like that, a song like that, a moment you might not get again? Take the damned leap, woman.
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Date: 2022-06-23 12:46 am (UTC)Then she went and took his hand and spoke her mind.
A part of him was utterly surprised and instantly thought, No way. No way she wants scrawny, anemic, about to fall over dead any day Rogers. But he shoved that away, because this was Peggy. She wasn’t any of the girls Bucky brought around in the hopes that one of them would click with Steve like she did. She was bright and warm, funny and amazing in so many ways. She never once looked at him like he was lesser because … for any reason, really. She was his hero, and instead of being high on a pedestal, she was in an elevator with him.
Asking him to kiss her.
So, he took a leap too.
“I would really like to kiss you right now,” he said, before he turned his head and did so.
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Date: 2022-06-25 12:44 am (UTC)No, he was her hero, the man who should have the strength she did. Her job was to live up to the honour and integrity be brought to every single day.
And the kiss was precisely what she had wanted, in in the moment. Gentle, warm - him to a tee. She reached up a hand, caressing his cheek.
"Sorry," she said, with a smile and a lowered voice, "just after that song..."
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Date: 2022-07-24 01:20 am (UTC)He huffed out a little laugh and leaned into her palm, enjoying its warmth.
“You don’t have to apologize. It’s a good song.”
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Date: 2022-07-25 02:02 am (UTC)"You know that's not the only reason I kissed you. Right?"
Asked with her eyes flicking back up to his.
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Date: 2022-07-26 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-07-27 10:19 pm (UTC)Then there was a slight pause.
"After."
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Date: 2022-07-28 02:05 am (UTC)And with each reason, he kissed her on cheek, the corner of her mouth, almost teasing really, but meaning absolutely every word.
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Date: 2022-07-29 02:53 am (UTC)"Oh, so you're that sort of man. The man who wants to relentlessly tease a poor, defenceless woman while all she wants is to be just besotted by your kisses."
She shifted closer nevertheless.
"You...lion-hearted," she returned the favour, kissing his cheek, "handsome," one to the corner of his mouth, "clever and wonderful man."
This last one came to his lips, and with a considerable amount of the pent-up feelings she'd had for him since...since so very early on.
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