"Don't come in, please!" Steve shouted through the door, hoping that the lock would hold.

He didn't want anyone to see him like he was.

[ link]

Steve is sat in the corner of a small coffee shop, reading a book that he had remembered his mom having before she died. He'd never been able to ready it so when he saw it on a shelf in a book store, he instantly picked it up.

Now, he was half way through whilst sipping at his coffee.

[ link]

Steve looked in through your door, giving an awkward smile.

"Hi..."

[ link]

"Look. I don't care who you are or what you've done. I just want to know why."

[ link]

"Excuse me? Is this yours?"

[ link]

Steve was out for his daily run, silently doing laps around the Washington Monument. He didn't know how long he had been going or how many laps he had done. His mind wasn't on it. All he could think about was finding Bucky. Finding his best friend and helping him. No matter what ( Read more... )

Sat quietly in his small, humble apartment, Steve was reading through some old newspapers from the local library. He'd wanted to catch up on some things that had happened whilst he had been 'on ice' as well as read somethings from back in his time. He was currently reading something back from when he had just turned about 11 years old ( Read more... )

I'm not sure that that is completely possible.

"Is any of this supposed to make sense? Because i'm getting nothing."

[Sat in cafe, sketching the buildings.]