Re: Marvel: Sharon, Gwen & Steve
[Steve heard the door, he heard the muffled rustle of fabric as bodies bent, and the thuds, like thunder in miniature, as shoes were dropped from feet. He listened as footsteps maneuvered through the living room and toward him, where he was in the office bedroom, having just finished replacing the sheets and pillow cases on the bed that had been 'his' while staying at Sharon's (not that he'd been using it for at least a month). He was doubled-over, stooping to fetch up the cream tangle of the stripped sheets, as the two women came in.
It had been some time since Steve had seen Gwen (it hadn't been with Peggy, had it?), but as always, he was struck by how young she looked—maybe it was the stockings? He was closer in age to her than Sharon, but he felt older. Not just because of the softness of her cheeks belying youth, but... overall, she just came off as young, a little lost. Sharon, in contrast, was all oiled efficiency, hair pulled back, looking thoroughly like she knew what she was doing.
This scrutinizing was instantaneous, over before it began, and honest blue eyes canted to Sharon with affection. Steve smiled at the pair of blondes, straightening up in white tank top and jeans. He thought the idea of Gwen staying with Sharon was an excellent one. Firstly, because it got Gwen away from Osborne, but secondly, because Sharon, he thought, would be a good role model. And he liked Gwen just fine. Bodies in a small space didn't bother Steve, it was what he'd grown up with.
He did realize there were very few people who saw Captain America 'dressed down.' He cleared his throat, the wad of cotton in his arms. The bed was made next to him, neat, with corners tucked and the duvet turned down.] Just in time.