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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 19:52:31 GMT -5
"What I mean is, I'm not sure that I could look at myself in the mirror and find that I'd need to show it off." Steve looked down at his chest and laughed "Then again I don't think I've worn anything other than white t-shirts since I was a kid."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 25, 2014 19:54:28 GMT -5
"Well, I like your t-shirts," she grudgingly conceded (though the grudge was playful).
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 20:09:40 GMT -5
"You do?" He laughed "Guess they're timeless."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 25, 2014 20:13:02 GMT -5
Adrien was about to say that of course she did and had started wearing them herself, but she stopped, and realized, perplexed, that she was continuing her pattern of dressing like her lovers.
She wondered if Steve had noticed.
He hadn't seen her with Adrian's hairstyle, so hopefully he had not.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 20:20:58 GMT -5
Steve inhaled softly and they got further in to the park "You know what else I don't get and this is definitely just me here, cars now a days are so square, there's no aerodynamics, it all hits a brick and stops."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 25, 2014 20:22:13 GMT -5
"I think everything is ugly, except you. Maybe my ex husband," she admitted.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 20:25:13 GMT -5
Steve looked down at Adrien with a small smile "The eighties are definitely not the classiest of eras it seems" he squeezed her hand "maybe the nineties with be better."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 25, 2014 20:27:39 GMT -5
Adrien made a face and shook her head, but maintained her hold on Steve's hand.
The weather was nice, light and lovely, but under the shade of the trees she didn't overheat in her jacket.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 20:31:15 GMT -5
"I was thinking of making spaghetti tonight" Steve smiled "what do you think?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 25, 2014 20:32:40 GMT -5
"I could make the meatballs," she offered.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 20:45:01 GMT -5
"Well do it up, garlic bread and everything" he replied.
A flash of a memory of his mother making meatballs in the kitchen (with whatever they had), wearing a red apron and humming along to whatever jazz record she could get her hands on, came at him with a force he hadn't expected. He smiled to nothing in particular and wrapped his arm around Adrien's shoulder.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 25, 2014 20:47:09 GMT -5
Adrien rubbed her hand up and down Steve's back, humming absent-mindedly.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 25, 2014 20:55:22 GMT -5
Steve peered down, slightly bewildered.
For a moment he was caught up in a sort of dream, it was a nice dream, but one he hadn't had in such a long time.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 26, 2014 9:03:24 GMT -5
"I like our making dinner," she said equally absently.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Mar 26, 2014 12:27:42 GMT -5
"Me too" he swallowed.
Steve blinked a few times forcing himself back in to reality. He tried not to spend too much time in the past, there was hope that one day he'd be able to return, Professor Xavier had told him so. But with all that was happening at the school he didn't hold him to tightly to his word. Although now that he had Adrien, the need to return home wasn't quite as strong.
He inhaled deeply and enjoyed the silence for a while as they walked.
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