Steve Rogers (measurecourage) wrote in themandalay, @ 2017-09-06 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | natasha romanoff, steve rogers |
Who: Steve and Natasha
What: A little Chinese food, maybe a little flattery
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Natasha's room
Rating: Low
Steve bounded up the stairs with perhaps a bit more enthusiasm than a night of take out warranted. But then, it was a night of take out with a very good friend. One of the few people he trusted completely. Nat had her problems, particularly when it came to the truth, and once upon a time he might have doubted her. But not anymore. Not with himself anyway. When the chips were down, he trusted her to be honest with him, and there were few enough people in the world that could boast that even at the best of times. It was one of many things that made her so important to him.
Since being here, Steve had found himself at a bit of a loss for things to do. He'd felt useless at times before, but never like this. At home there was always something. Training or scouting or running missions of SHIELD...when there had been a SHIELD of course. His constant sense of being adrift in time had started lessen the harder he worked and the more he threw himself into the world. But now he was stuck in this little bubble with nothing to do but jog in the mornings, work out in the afternoons, and try to fill the rest of his time with movies and music and books. At least he was catching up on his list.
And certain things have moved much higher on his list, particularly post poppy.
Steve rapped lightly on Nat's door, running a last minute hand through his hair then laughing at himself for doing so. She'd seen him a lot worse after all.