Sharon Carter's lucky number is 13 (luckythirteen) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-30 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, sharon carter, steve rogers |
Log: Steve R and Sharon C
Who: Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter
What: Ice Skating of course.
Where: Rockefeller Center
When: Christmas Day!
Sharon hadn't ice skated in some time, but she was feeling confident enough that she'd be able to figure it out. A few years prior to her arrival at the Hotel the Avengers had spent Christmas discussing what that one skill they all had that they were ready to pull out at a moment's notice. The kind of skill that seemed useless (Clint's was commercial fishing....) but would come in handy if necessary. Sharon's had been playing the drums. Bobbi's had been figure skating. They'd had a few too many beers one night and wound up in this very place - after it was closed - agreeing to trade lessons. Bobbi had zero rhythm and was a hopeless case on the drums, but Sharon had at least managed to come away with only slightly bruised ass cheeks, and felt mildly confident that she would not spend Boxing Day 2014 in her office icing her bum.
And it was going to be good to see Steve, she was being as mellow as she could - not unlike she was when she first showed up in this place. It was not his fault things had changed, and as hard as it was for her, she knew what it was like to be new here. And she was just glad her familiarity wasn't overly alarming or off-putting. She was trying to give him space to get things sorted, but she was not interested in backing off completely either. She was unselfish in many ways, she wouldn't hone in on her own emotions, and would lock her feelings up in that Brooklyn apartment and sleep at her office, and work through this the way she worked through everything else, as unselfishly as possible. But she wasn't backing off completely until she was told to, and even then, it was debatable. Her life was simply better with Steve in it, no matter what that meant.
So ice skating on Christmas it was, and it was guaranteed to be hilarious, even if she didn't fall. She was dressed casually, but smiling. It was chilly but Christmas was in the air. And Sharon still loved Christmas. Even when things were mucked up. She waited at the coffee stand, hands wrapped around two freshly procured paper cups as she waited for Steve. She nodded at him with a bright smile when she saw him walking over. "Merry Christmas," she said handing him the coffee she'd gotten him.