Steve Rogers | Jaye Sehpard - 8:30pm
Steve found he quite liked socializing these days. Without the pressures the outside world placed on him at home, there was so much more time for the little things. He didn't so much feel like a man out of time anymore, he was simply a man. His small community needed him, though in limited ways for the moment, and he did hope it stayed that way, and that was all that really mattered. The day would likely come when he would find himself waking up in his own bed at home, and the fight would resume...it never really stopped for long...but until then he could rest. In a way.
He worked construction now. He watched television with Bucky. He kept an eye on the net for new people or people who needed help. Day by day, he was feeling more like just a man, and that was a good way to feel. It was a way he'd never been allowed to in his entire life. Too small, too poor, too weak...and then into this...symbol. Every day he lived that symbol to its fullest extent. It wasn't a mantle he put on. It was him. But, all the same, it was nice to be able to lean back in a comfortable chair and have a normal day. He would miss this when it was finally gone.
The Christmas party was one such normal day. In a way it reminded him of the old days. Big galas, beautiful women, a live band, dancing. Dancing...he glanced around wondering if Peggy might have come, and wondering if it would be appropriate or way beyond past due to ask her for a dance. His eyes instead fell on a new, though still familiar face, thus far scene only through his computer. He straightened his tie and made his way towards her.