Steve "Fight Me" Rogers (_onyourleft_) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-03-08 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, active: darcy lewis, active: steve rogers |
Who: Steve Rogers and Darcy Lewis
What: Tried and true distractions
Where: The gym
When: Saturday afternoon
Status/rating: Ongoing/Probably low
The gym made for a good place to go and escape his thoughts for a while. Or at least try to. The rhythmic feel and sound of fists hitting the bag was as much of a distraction as he was really capable of any more, and it was a lot better than trying to find ways of avoiding Bucky's probing questions and then, well...Diana's frankly horribly timed arrival back at the apartment. And then he'd gone and acted like a bumbling idiot. Which he was sure his friend would remind him wasn't all that out of character when it came to him and women.
It was just some stupid infatuation, anyway. A crush. That's what people called it. It didn't mean anything. It sure as hell didn't warrant all the ways he couldn't get Peggy out of his head right now. The shine in her hair, her red lips. The intoxicating smell of her perfume.
No matter how hard he punched or how many bags he wrecked, she was everywhere. His memories of her were consuming him, and he resented how guilty he felt at wishing them away.
There was nothing wrong with how he was feeling. It was normal. Diana was lovely. Kind, and compassionate, and - it didn't mean anything. So why did he have to feel so messed up about it? It just needed some time, and it would go away, just like every other unwelcome sight or smell or memory he found himself assaulted with. He just had to turn his focus somewhere else for a while. This place had pretty good at providing opportunity for that, too.