Shall We Dance - A Steggy Fanfiction

Fourteen

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Steve's PoV

He lay there, staring at the plain white wall in his room, watching the city lights dance across the paint. The rain that thundered against the roof blurred the lights together, merging the colours and creating something beautiful. Steve lay there, on his marshmallow of a bed, begging for sleep to consume him, pleading for his exhaustion to take its hold and pull him into a deep, restful sleep, but it didn't happen.

The Captain had tried reading, but had given up. His brain wouldn't focus on the words. His eyes would skim the pages, but his mind wouldn't register what he had just read, resulting in him rereading the first three pages of the same book for over an hour.

As he watched the glow of the city waltz on the wall as the sound of rain drew quieter. He sat up, turning so his feet touched the floor as he let out a sigh. He ran this hand through his hair, his eyes flickering towards the window. He stopped, hand midway through his blonde hair as he noticed it.

The skyline was brightening.

Steve jumped up from the bed, rushing to the cabinet that Howard had so kindly stocked for him. He snatched a sketchbook and pencil from it, before dashing back to his room, grabbing one of the kitchen chairs as he went. He positioned the chair in from of the window, before throwing it open. He was instantly hit with a sharp, cold wind, the smell of petrichor rushing into the room. He opened the black leather bound sketchbook and couldn't resist, holding it under his nose, breathing in the familiar, welcoming smell the pages emitted. As a smiled tugged on his lips as he sat on the chair, leaning the book against the window sill and got to work.

He started with the buildings, focusing on the general outline of them for the moment and adding everything else he could see as the skyline got brighter. The rain clouds began dispersing gradually, allowing more light to break through the gaps. As the sky changed colours from a dark grey-blue to a lighter blue-pink, Steve began shading. He added shadows and tones to the pictures, slowly bringing the picture to life. Finally, as the sky broke the horizon, Steve added it in, along with some final shadows and the glints of light reflecting off the buildings. He finished it off, adding in clouds and as much colour to the sky in the drawing as possible, but still managing to capture its beauty, even if he was only using a dull pencil.

He smiled proudly down at his work, feeling that sense of satisfaction that he only got from drawing. His eyes moved back to the skyline, the real one, watching as the city, his city, was basked in sunlight. Steve folded his arms, resting them on the window sill as he leaned forward slightly. After a few moments, he rested his head on his arms as the sky continued to change colour. Slowly, as the world around him woke up, his eyes drooped closed, sleep finally taking over.

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He ran through the forest, seeing bodies drop left right and centre as they attacked the base. They had been sent on a mission against Hydra and both sides were struggling to defeat the other.

Bombs went off every few seconds, the constant sound of guns firing filling the cold air, leaving a terrible ringing in the Captain's ears. Dirt and debris rained down as they ran, dodging trees and bullets alike.

He fired his gun, over and over again. His mind focused, letting his lungs fill with the sharp frozen air as he pulled the trigger, his hand steady and unwavering.

He whipped his shield in front of him as he saw a Hydra agent up a tree to his left. The shield collided with him, knocking from the high branches to the frozen earth with a thud. Steve didn't check if he was still alive, he would risk everyone's lives by doing so. Instead, while his morality was screaming at him, he collected his shield and kept going, not giving the man a second glance.