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.
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.
Oh god, he was making her blush! But before he could even really process that, she was returning the favor.
“Something tells me you’re never defenseless.”
But kissing her, kissing her when she wanted to be kissed, would be something he would never deny her. Her kiss absolutely blew him away with the intensity of the feelings behind it and it made his own heart swell. What else could he do but return them? He had wanted to kiss her since she punched that one cat-calling cadet and sent him face first into the dirt. Or be allowed to worship the ground she walked on. He would have been satisfied with that too.
The moment she'd known for sure, with him, had been his solution to the flagpole dilemma. Oh, him jumping on a grenade without hesitation had been something - but that cleverness, that intelligence...that had been what sold her for all time.
She leaned into the kiss, a hand lifting to the back of his neck, tangling in the short hair there, just lingering in the moment. It took her some time to respond, just resting there, enjoying the closeness.
Bloody finally.
"I can be. If I want. Shorn of pretense and all that. Not an agent, in other words. So far, there's only been two people who get to see that me. I'm with one of them, the other would be my mum."
He was still proud of the flagpole moment—that no one else had ever gotten that flag down before was a challenge enough. But if he were to be honest, he felt a little smug at the looks on their faces, after the way they had scrambled and fought over it. It wasn’t a test of dominance; it wasn’t one of brute strength or even bragging rights. That was what pushups were for.
As for the grenade, he would jump on one for her any time.
It was like nothing else existed outside of the little square they were confined in. This was probably better than being in a makeshift concert hall, as much as they would have enjoyed the music. That was public. This was intimate. They might be able to sneak a kiss at the end of the night, when everyone was heading back to the base or home, but not have a conversation like this. Not without someone shushing them.
“I’m honored,” he said sincerely. To be given that level of trust … “I’ll never take that for granted.”
She made a thoughtful face and then pointed him towards the far wall.
"Avert your eyes," she said, knowing he'd not turn her down. And she worked, quickly, to unpin and roll down the silk stockings she was wearing. She wasn't about to ruin them in an elevator - she was in secret operations and still had trouble getting her hands on them, really.
"Right," she said, putting them in her purse and turning back to him. "I've an idea."
And she moved, then, straddling his waist in a smooth motion, tilting back his head to kiss him deeply.
The moment she pointed, he was already heading to the wall and not looking. He had a feeling she had the next hour, or even longer, planned out and he couldn’t wait to find out what would happen. He could probably predict much of it, but that wouldn’t be as fun as being surprised.
“That’s a hell of an idea,” he said when he pulled back for air, his lips throbbing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “What else you got?”
For a moment, she actually appeared bashful, brushing back hair over her ear.
"That rather depends," she said, biting her lower lip. "On what you're wanting." She blushed fiercely, despite her confidence, despite her sheer strength.
She finally looked him in the eyes, emotions a mixture on her face.
"Is it too cliché to point out the 'tomorrow we may die' bit? But...so little time, so much danger. I don't want either of us to regret things unsaid. Things not done."
Steve’s heart skipped a beat and his mouth went a little dry at her vulnerability. He knew what she meant. Anything could happen tomorrow. Already, thousands of times, someone had faced life-changing events in this war. Some survived. Others didn’t. He didn’t know which one was worse, not having yet determined that about his own experiences. Except that he still got to work with the Howlies and Peggy. That was at the top of his best life events list.
“I don’t want that either,” he said. The cliché existed for a reason. “I’m willing to go as far as you want to. Just say the word and I’ll stop or do something else.”
They communicated well on and off the battlefield, so he knew that they could communicate here too. Above all else, he wanted to please her inside and out, just like he did when he sang for her, though he had no idea the song would affect her like it did at the time.
“But I would never regret any time spent with you, no matter what we say or do.”
Of course he'd say that. Of course he'd say the sweet, gentle thing. She kisses him again, hands on the side of his face - the kiss is eager, deep. Passionate. When she pulls back, she unbuttons the suit jacket, taking his hands, and placing them on her sides, warm through the silk blouse.
"I don't want you to stop," she said, breathily. "You're my lion...I want you to be very, very bold, Steven Rogers."
She leaned in a bit, knowing how much she was blushing, to whisper what she wanted in his ear.
"Make love to me, please, while we have the chance."
“We’ll have more than just this one chance,” he said with conviction.
This was a wonderful opportunity, a chance neither of them expected, and while they were going to take full advantage of it, he didn’t want this to be the only time they could do this.
He slipped his hands under her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin directly for a moment, before going to undo the small buttons. Her bare skin was even better than the silk. He was blushing too—horribly red and splotchy, because his skin was awful like that—but he was beaming with absolute joy.
Then, being bold, he started to kiss along her neck and shoulder as he pushed the blouse away, looking for a perfect spot to make a hickey.
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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: 2022-07-27 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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Date: 2022-07-29 07:24 pm (UTC)“Something tells me you’re never defenseless.”
But kissing her, kissing her when she wanted to be kissed, would be something he would never deny her. Her kiss absolutely blew him away with the intensity of the feelings behind it and it made his own heart swell. What else could he do but return them? He had wanted to kiss her since she punched that one cat-calling cadet and sent him face first into the dirt. Or be allowed to worship the ground she walked on. He would have been satisfied with that too.
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Date: 2022-07-30 03:17 am (UTC)She leaned into the kiss, a hand lifting to the back of his neck, tangling in the short hair there, just lingering in the moment. It took her some time to respond, just resting there, enjoying the closeness.
Bloody finally.
"I can be. If I want. Shorn of pretense and all that. Not an agent, in other words. So far, there's only been two people who get to see that me. I'm with one of them, the other would be my mum."
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Date: 2022-07-30 10:39 pm (UTC)As for the grenade, he would jump on one for her any time.
It was like nothing else existed outside of the little square they were confined in. This was probably better than being in a makeshift concert hall, as much as they would have enjoyed the music. That was public. This was intimate. They might be able to sneak a kiss at the end of the night, when everyone was heading back to the base or home, but not have a conversation like this. Not without someone shushing them.
“I’m honored,” he said sincerely. To be given that level of trust … “I’ll never take that for granted.”
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Date: 2022-08-02 03:09 am (UTC)"I know," she replies, leaning in to kiss him again eagerly. And the same thought occurs to her - this is a very fortuitous breakdown for them.
"So," she half-whispers, against his lips, "since you've a captive audience...what shall we do with our time?"
Her eyes sparkled, indicating she was more than happy to take advantage of this opportunity.
now i'm thinking of a certain aerosmith song XD
Date: 2022-08-21 09:29 pm (UTC)“I can think of a few things,” he whispered back, grinning. “Where do you wanna start?”
There were so many possibilities.
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Date: 2022-08-23 02:15 am (UTC)"Avert your eyes," she said, knowing he'd not turn her down. And she worked, quickly, to unpin and roll down the silk stockings she was wearing. She wasn't about to ruin them in an elevator - she was in secret operations and still had trouble getting her hands on them, really.
"Right," she said, putting them in her purse and turning back to him. "I've an idea."
And she moved, then, straddling his waist in a smooth motion, tilting back his head to kiss him deeply.
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Date: 2022-10-16 03:50 pm (UTC)“That’s a hell of an idea,” he said when he pulled back for air, his lips throbbing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “What else you got?”
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Date: 2022-10-20 02:15 am (UTC)"That rather depends," she said, biting her lower lip. "On what you're wanting." She blushed fiercely, despite her confidence, despite her sheer strength.
She finally looked him in the eyes, emotions a mixture on her face.
"Is it too cliché to point out the 'tomorrow we may die' bit? But...so little time, so much danger. I don't want either of us to regret things unsaid. Things not done."
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Date: 2022-10-30 10:49 pm (UTC)“I don’t want that either,” he said. The cliché existed for a reason. “I’m willing to go as far as you want to. Just say the word and I’ll stop or do something else.”
They communicated well on and off the battlefield, so he knew that they could communicate here too. Above all else, he wanted to please her inside and out, just like he did when he sang for her, though he had no idea the song would affect her like it did at the time.
“But I would never regret any time spent with you, no matter what we say or do.”
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Date: 2022-10-31 02:25 am (UTC)"I don't want you to stop," she said, breathily. "You're my lion...I want you to be very, very bold, Steven Rogers."
She leaned in a bit, knowing how much she was blushing, to whisper what she wanted in his ear.
"Make love to me, please, while we have the chance."
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Date: 2022-12-19 07:11 pm (UTC)“We’ll have more than just this one chance,” he said with conviction.
This was a wonderful opportunity, a chance neither of them expected, and while they were going to take full advantage of it, he didn’t want this to be the only time they could do this.
He slipped his hands under her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin directly for a moment, before going to undo the small buttons. Her bare skin was even better than the silk. He was blushing too—horribly red and splotchy, because his skin was awful like that—but he was beaming with absolute joy.
Then, being bold, he started to kiss along her neck and shoulder as he pushed the blouse away, looking for a perfect spot to make a hickey.
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