rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. rogers + his eyes (preserum)

"i'm lucky for lots of reasons."

"oh yeah?" you ask. "name three."

this is a game you and steve play. name three songs you listened to yesterday. name three things that inspired this piece. name things you're thinking about right now.

"for starters," steve says, watching you close your makeup pallette. "i only have a black eye, which is easy to cover up. i could've gotten a bleeding lip or somethin'."

you chuckle. "you are prone to those, rogers." you put away your brushes in their carrying case.

"and i'm pretty sure this crit is going to go well," he comments, as you turn away from him to put everything back in your backpack. "i feel confident about my piece."

you turn back towards him, flashing him a quick smile. "good. you should, steve. your art's really beautiful."

he's quiet for a long time as you gather your things and put on your jacket. you feel a bit self-conscious; you're sending pretty clear signals that you're ready to head out of the studio to meet up with bucky for lunch like you planned. you wonder why steve isn't moving.

"i also think i'm going on a date with someone real special tonight," he says softly.

you zip up your jacket even though it isn't cold outside. you just want to avoid his eyes, which you can feel staring at you. "oh."

"what do you say?"

you look up, brow furrowing. "what do i—?" you swallow. "you can go on a date with whoever you want, steve."

"and you're callin' me stupid." he finally steps off the stool and takes your hand in his. "go on a date with me." it's not a question.

you search his blue eyes, which look adoring and adorable. you smile a bit. "tonight?"

he grins. "tonight."