[ he knows exactly why he still agrees to seeing her - why he asks to see her - the second she pulls up on her bike outside the tiny diner. something primal and base that he keeps buried deep down in front of anyone else trickles up his spine and causes him to clear his throat as he almost grips his coffee cup tight enough to smash it.
she knows too. she has to know. the skin-tight pants, the jacket. the way she poses on the bike with her back arched directly in his line of sight. he wants to be the better man and not let it get to him, but then again... why should he? he's given up enough. he's sacrificed enough. he never asked for anything return until the last few years, and he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing that the second he asked for the government to trust him and his judgement - they didn't. they decided that it was time to bring about the sokovia accords and they decided to ignore anything steve had to say.
to say he felt some relief after walking away was an understatement. being on the run was preferable to being controlled and forced into a mould he no longer fit. being on the run and trying to maintain a secret affair with the trickster goddess was just his way of putting some pressure back upon himself, clearly.
he took another look around the diner, once again taking in details of all three of the patrons sitting inside at this late hour as well as the waitress and cook. the beard helped delay people's immediate recognition of his face most of the time, but that didn't stop him regularly changing the way he dressed when in casuals or wearing baseball hats. he didn't have the luxury of being able to change his appearance completely like she did.
a crooked smile tugged at his lips when his gaze flicked to her as she neared the booth he'd taken up residence in. ]
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maybe a thing sometime? doesn't have to be pic prompt, just tossing 'em in!
idk u asked 4 this
no regrets - that final quote though... <3
she knows too. she has to know. the skin-tight pants, the jacket. the way she poses on the bike with her back arched directly in his line of sight. he wants to be the better man and not let it get to him, but then again... why should he? he's given up enough. he's sacrificed enough. he never asked for anything return until the last few years, and he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing that the second he asked for the government to trust him and his judgement - they didn't. they decided that it was time to bring about the sokovia accords and they decided to ignore anything steve had to say.
to say he felt some relief after walking away was an understatement. being on the run was preferable to being controlled and forced into a mould he no longer fit. being on the run and trying to maintain a secret affair with the trickster goddess was just his way of putting some pressure back upon himself, clearly.
he took another look around the diner, once again taking in details of all three of the patrons sitting inside at this late hour as well as the waitress and cook. the beard helped delay people's immediate recognition of his face most of the time, but that didn't stop him regularly changing the way he dressed when in casuals or wearing baseball hats. he didn't have the luxury of being able to change his appearance completely like she did.
a crooked smile tugged at his lips when his gaze flicked to her as she neared the booth he'd taken up residence in. ]
You're always late on purpose, aren't you?