After multiple run-ins with death and many shocking self-discoveries in the course of a few months, all America Evans wants to do is hide away in Washington with Steve until she finds out who she really is. But life as an Avenger doesn't allow for a...
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AMERICA'S POV
"You know, I'm still surprised you like Friends," I say, plopping down on my couch next to Steve with a bowl of popcorn. He throws a blanket over me as I scooch closer to him.
"Why?" He asks, stealing some popcorn. I grab the remote and flip through episodes, trying to find where we left off. This used to be our show back in Washington, my biggest contribution to Steve's modern culture list.
"Because it has references and bad language words," I say nonchalantly, batting my eyelashes at him. "Where were we again? It's been a while."
"The One with Chandler and Monica's Wedding. I forget which season," he answers, "and come on. I can be fun, you know."
"I know, Stevie. Let's watch."
"It's so great to be doing something normal. We don't get that often." He's right. The experience of being a normal couple has been completely lost to us, but it's not like we met in a normal way, either.
"Amen to that." I lay my head on his shoulder and get lost in the episode, watching the group scramble around trying to make the wedding perfect for their friends. Steve takes the remote and pauses it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking...this is going to be us. Monica and Chandler in this episode, that's us."
I give him a wry smile. "You're gonna think I'm pregnant on the wedding day and freak out? Or is Tony going to marry us in uniform? Either way, I think it'll be fun and exciting."
He chuckles. "No, definitely none of those things. I just mean that we'll be getting married."
"I know." Giddiness enters my voice, something that doesn't happen often. I snuggle further into the blanket. "I can't wait."
"We'll need to start planning it. I have no idea how." He laughs, and I join him. Everything is easy with Steve. I don't need to pretend around him.
"Me either. I don't even remember going to a wedding. For all I know, I've never been to one."
"Well, the last one I went to was in 1939, so I'm sure they're different now."
"Wow. I can't believe I'm marrying a senior citizen."
"Get used to the idea, doll, because I'm not going anywhere." He gives me a kiss, and I find myself leaning in. This is so much better than dinner with the team. I run my fingers through his hair, messing up his perfect locks in the process. His hand cradles my face as he kisses me passionately.
"We could get discounts at breakfast buffets," I say in between kisses. "How romantic. Think of all the money we'll save!"
