Sketches Of A Smile
They were both Avengers, knowing each other for four years now and still she captivated him.
She was more often than not the source of his late nights, laying in bed as his mind struggled to figure her out. In all the time they had spent together he had only ever seen her smile when she spoke of [favorite country], her home country. Unfortunately that wasn’t as often as he would have liked, for her smile simply took his breath away and made him feel alive again.
“Steve you’re doing it again.”
“What?” The super soldier mumbled, coming back to reality to find himself staring at his muse, “Oh, sorry.”
She watched with curious [e/c] eyes as he smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of his head before his attention was once more on the sketchbook in his lap. [Y/N] was used to this however, catching the golden haired man staring at her intently before continuing whatever it was he was doing, and it had long since ceased to bother her. Though that, of course, didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about his constant stares.
“What are you drawing?” [Y/N] asked as she watched his hand move effortlessly across the paper.
“Nothing in particular.” Steve muttered without looking back up at her.
“May I see?” She inquired.
“Maybe when it’s done.” Steve replied with a soft chuckle, closing his sketch book and heading towards the elevator, “But I think I’m going to go train now.”
It wasn’t really the answer she wanted but she also had ways of getting exactly what she wanted. She waited seventeen minutes, patiently biding her time until she was sure Steve would be too lost in his training to notice her.
After another three minutes the [h/c] haired woman stood up, placing the book she had been reading on her seat and then made for the elevator. When she arrived at the gym she found Steve and Bucky sparring on the far mats, this worked in her favor being that Stee’s things were closer to the door. Sneaking into the gym, [Y/N] had just gotten her hands on the sketchbook when she heard a voice from behind her.
“What are you doing?”
“Allowing my curiosity to get the better of me.” She answered without missing a beat then quickly bypassed Natasha and hurried out of the gym.
From behind the, now closed, gym door she heard voices and made her way quickly down the hall, already knowing where she would hide away.
“[Y/N]!”
This time it was Steve’s voice she heard behind her but the young woman paid little attention as she slipped into the elevator but had slipped through the metal flooring and allowed herself to fall to the ground floor. Phasing through the metal doors that hid the lobby, [Y/N] walked swiftly through the lobby until she emerged into the crowds of New York that consumed the sidewalk.
“Mission successful!” She laughed to herself as she slipped into a booth in her favorite café, a caramel chai latte clutched in the hand that was not holding Steve’s sketchbook.
After taking a few sips of the delicious drink [Y/N] put the sketchbook on the table top and began flipping through the pages. The first dozen drawings were filled with sketches of nature and little scenes of people in the park that Steve must have done while people watching at some point. As she continued through the rest of the book though, a book that was almost completely filled, she was taken by complete surprise.
“Happy with yourself?”
[E/C] eyes glanced up to find a panting Steve looking down at her with a frown.
“Steve I-….these pictures….” [Y/N] muttered, still in a state of disbelief.
“Yeah.” The super soldier sighed, sitting across from her, then looking from her to the book and back again.
“You drew all of these?”
“Mhm.”
“But….why?” [Y/N] breathed, looking back down at the black and white picture of herself sitting on a swing.
“Because I wanted to see you smile.” He answered, “It’s a rare sight but your smile….it makes things better. So I figured I find a way to make you smile.”
“Steve these are beautiful.”
“It’s nothing compared to the real thing.”
A small smile pulled at her lips and it was Steve’s turn to be surprised, it was the first time anyone had made her smile and it had been him who did it.
“You have to be the sweetest man I have ever met.” [Y/N] stated, leaning across the table and pressing a gentle kiss into his cheek, “Thank you.”