"Are you sure your mother won't mind? It's getting late." He spoke as he followed you into the house.
"No. Besides, she works the night shift at the hospital. She's probably gone by now."
"Oh. Maybe we shouldn't..your neighbors could've seen. I don't want then to think we're-"
You speedily turned on your heels to face him causing him to stop talking in the process.
"To think we're what?" You asked.
"Uh." His face turned red and you gave him a confused look completely oblivious to what he was getting at.
"Nothing. Who cares what they think?"
You smiled at him and continued walking to the kitchen.
"You can put those on the table." You said to Steve.
You heard the bags drop as you opened the refrigerator.
"Would you like something to drink Steven?"
He smiled,"No thank you. You can call me Steve."
You returned the smile,"I like Steven."
He gave a nod.
"I'll go grab the first aid kit. Make yourself comfortable."
You rushed out of the room and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and did a little clean up of your own.
You fished around in the cabinet and grabbed the first aid kit and dampened a rag.
When you reentered the main room Steven was sat down on the couch fiddling with his fingers.
You headed over and took a seat next to him.
You reached out for him but paused. "May I?"
He silently nodded.
You softly grabbed his chin and made him face you lifting the damp rag to his busted lip and bruised nose.
You wiped the dry crusted blood as well as you could.
He didn't wince once, not even when you applied the alcohol to clean the cut.
"Do you get in a lot of fights?"
He raised a brow,"Why do you ask?"
"You seem...comfortable. Like you're used to cleaning up after a fight."
"You could say that."
Your brows furrowed feeling concerned for the small man.
"Why?"
He looked surprised by your question like he didn't expect you to care.
"I..I guess I don't know when to keep my mouth shut. Or at least that's what Bucky says sometimes." He spoke.
"Or maybe you just can't stand by and watch someone be disrespectful to others."
"Maybe. I just wished Bucky saw it that way." He sighed.
You packed away the first aid kit contents and turned back to Steve.
"This Bucky guy sounds very protective."
He gave a small smile deep in thought "Overbearing could be another word, but I'm grateful for him. He's all I have left."
You heart lurched and you subconsciously gave his hand a squeeze.
His head snapped up and his eyes locked onto yours before he looked away.
"You seem comfortable too." He spoke.
You slightly stiffened.
"I um. I guess you could say I'm used to it too. Cleaning up. Not fighting."
He looked over and noticed the pain in your eyes.
His brows furrowed and he stayed silent not wanting to press you.
You nervously pulled your hand away and smiled,"All done."
He smiled back and stood up.
"Thank you ummm..."
"Eleanor." You smiled. "My name is Eleanor."
"That's a pretty name." He paused,"Eleanor." He smiled, your name sounded a million times better when he said it.
"Thank you Steven." He blushed when he heard his name.
"It's late. I should go." He spoke.
You nodded slightly dismal.
You both stood looking at each other.
He looked like he wanted to say something.
You knew you did.
You wanted to see him again maybe go out sometime.
"Forgive me if this is too forward but would you like to go out sometime?" He asked and you fought a smile.
"I'd love to go out with you Steven."
His eyes widened clearly surprised.
"Wow. Really?"
You nodded,"It'll be fun."
"Great! How about Friday?"
You raised a pleasantly amused eyebrow.
"What?" His face flushed and he became nervous, "Too soon?"
You couldn't help but let out a giggle,"Not at all," you laughed again,"Friday sounds perfect Steven."
He smiled looking very relieved.
"Alright. Well 6 o'clock I'll come by and take you out."
You nodded.
"Alright." He said again as followed him to the door.
The cold sir rushed in once it opened.
"Get home safely." You prompted.
He nodded,"Yes ma'am."
He walked down the steps.
"See you tomorrow!" You called out after him before closing the door.
Tomorrow felt a million years away.
A/N sorry this is so short I thought it was a good place to stop
