Steve Rogers (captainhandsome) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-07-14 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | steve rogers (avac), steve rogers (mcu) |
Who: Steve Rogers and Steve Rogers
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Near the square
What: Smalls being small
Rating: Low
Steve hated this. Luckily between Claire and people going through doors they'd found medication to treat his asthma and the inhaler he had now was far superior to anything that had been on offer in the 1940's. He had a new appreciation for modern medicine and Ventolin and felt very lucky to have it in his pocket for an emergency. There was also preventative steroids twice a day and that was keeping the situation under control.
But now that he didn't feel like he might die at any moment that had him focusing on everything else. Like how he couldn't run like he enjoyed anymore, couldn't fight either and so instead of trying and feeling bad about all of that he was instead focusing on what he could do. Which is why he'd set himself up on the bank of the small river, large sketchbook spread across his lap as he sketched the view.
He liked sitting in the sun but it was starting to get lower in the sky, he'd forgotten how cold it was when you didn't have the muscle to keep you warm and he paused to tug on a sweater he'd taken from Tony's side of the wardrobe, a better fit than anything on his own side.