Living as a wanted criminal is no easy task, but if America Rogers knows one thing, it's how to run. She, Steve, Sam, and Nat begin new lives as vigilantes, traveling all around the world but never settling for long.
Even though they're evading the...
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AMERICA'S POV
"I don't know how you've never been to a Halloween party before," Steve comments from the bathroom.
I shrug even though he can't see me. I've been excited about this party for a while now, but after a week of not being able to sleep well and fighting off some irritating cold, I found it extremely hard to find the motivation to change from leggings into leather pants, which is a pretty crucial part of my costume.
Forget spandex super suits. Leather pants are a new level of tight.
"I'll be nice to see everyone else," I volunteer while applying cherry red lipstick. The makeup gives my pale face some life. Earlier today I looked like the walking dead. I still feel like the walking dead, but I can look killer all the same.
On top of that, I'm really ecstatic about tonight. We've finally gotten everything squared away. Our lives are going to change forever, and I couldn't be more excited.
Steve walks into the bedroom wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a fitted black t-shirt, his blonde hair slicked back. A smile works its way across my face. "Hey there, Zuko," I tease, winking.
"Sandy," he replies with a smile of his own. "You look gorgeous, doll."
"The outfit's too tight!" I complain, standing to show off my black leather pants and off the shoulder top. "How did Olivia Newton-John dance in this? I can barely fit in it, let alone move!"
He laughs and pulls me in for a side hug. "Don't worry. You'll be back to baggy clothes in a few hours."
"I'd better be," I threaten. Flouncing my hairsprayed pinup curls a final time, I slide on a set of red heels to complete the look. "Are you excited?" I ask giddily, bouncing up and down in my seat like a little kid.
He leans down and gives me a kiss on the cheek. His smile is wider than I've seen it in a long time. "Yeah, I am."
When I stand, I almost fall over. Steve grabs me before I whack my head off of something. It may or may not have happened before, but that time I tripped. "Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, rubbing my shoulders in a comforting way. "I thought you told me you were feeling better."
I nod. "Yeah. I just stood up too fast."
He still looks concerned. "Are you sure? You don't have to go tonight-"
"No!" I protest. "There is no way that I am missing tonight. We've been waiting for this day for months now. I have a cold or something. No big deal. I'm fine. Besides, I want to see Wanda." I haven't seen my sister in weeks, and she's going to be at the party tonight. "Plus, I somehow stuffed myself into these pants. They aren't coming off until... like next week, so I might as well go."
Steve laughs and says, "Come on, then." We walk out to the garage, where the only vehicle parked is Steve's motorcycle. We never bothered to get a car. If it isn't in running distance, we generally either don't go or take the motorcycle. Besides, I can't run in these shoes.
