Steve (therewasatime) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-11-10 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lois lane, steve rogers/captain america |
The Players : steve rogers and lois lane.
What: lois' return.
Where : abigail manor.
When : after his recent comm post.
Rating : pg.
Notes : he can't help he's a delusional 90-year old virgin.
It was a battle getting Lois back. Steve had prepared himself for a battle, but not that kind. The older gentleman had finally helped him, but it took a lot of dancing around in circles to get to that point. At least the older man followed through in the end. Even if it took some work, he couldn't help but be grateful that someone had been there for Lois that hallowed eve. Otherwise she would have been left to the mercy of the streets.
Now he had to shift gears as he went from one waiting game to another. At first he was waiting for his superior to come barking orders through the door on what she expected them to do that day. It was no surprise when she didn't show up at first. There was an awkward ending the last night they met. It had to have been just as embarrassing for her as it was for him. Sure, he had been talking like a scallywag, but he didn't use a kiss as a defense mechanism either. On the scale of things, he thought he had less things to be embarrassed about than she did. There may have been an unsavory thing or two that came spilling out of his mouth, but at least he hadn't tried to steal her chastity.
Now he had to wait for her to come out of her coma. If it wasn't soon, he knew he was going to have to take her to the hospital, but if he could he'd like to keep watch on her here. Dragging the chair at her bedside closer, Steve could only hope he wasn't invading her privacy being here. He didn't always sit at her side. He knew he had to take care of himself, or she'd hit him when she did get up. Most of the time though, he was there, praying quietly that she would wake up and blame him for everything that happened at the ball. It made him smile, thinking about her accusation to come. It was like Lois to do that. He'd be disappointed by any other outcome.
Folding one arm over the other, he leans back as comfortably as he could in his chair. He was getting tired, sitting here waiting, but what if she woke up? She'd be confused. It'd be good for her if he was here to explain everything. He'd just close his eyes and rest here. With her room door left open, no one would think they were fonduing in private, or anything else socially unacceptable. Instead it was just one friend looking over another, waiting patiently for some kind of result.