rogueinladysclothing | A little piece of home [Tagging Steve]

Two months is a long time to be away from the people you love and care about most in the world. Being stuck in a multiverse with no way to get back to them is even worse. For Amelia, it's become a daily fact of life - one she wakes up every day wishing wasn't true.

Even with her progress moving forward in therapy and the rather strict schedule she keeps to, she manages to find time every day to sit in her yew tree and think. Sure, some of it is for purposes of therapy, but most of it is for herself. She has no delusions about this selfish act: she misses home and seeing her family every day, which is why she takes the time to wonder about how things are going back home.

It's during one of these day dreaming sessions that an unusual thought crosses her mind, one that requires her immediate attention. After discarding most of her weapons, chest armor, and chaps, she hurries off into the Commercial District. The walk is a familiar one, and it doesn't take long until she's face to face with a room in a swanky, 1920's Brooklyn-style hotel labeled "221." She knocks carefully, hoping she's not disturbing the occupant on the other side.

"Steve? It's Amelia. Can I... can I come in?"

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Because he's Steve 'Captain America' Rogers, and when he believes in you, you believe in you too. It's the real super power he's got. That and the mother of all puppy dog eyes in his current tiny form.

"I appreciate it." He says gently. "What I'd like you to do is make some notes, let me know what I need to fix. And then I'll work on it and then you'll check it again. And only when it's alright by you will I shade it all in."

Amelia would say that such things don't affect her, but current circumstances suggest otherwise. The tension falls away from her shoulders and she settles back into her seat with a broad smile.

"We've worked through pretty much everything I can think of," she answers in a soft voice. "Perhaps I need to step away from it for a day or two to think, see what else I can think of in that time." Take notes from her ~~nightmares~~ dreams, perhaps? Her fingers pull through the strands of her hair pin slowly, making a slightly muffled jingling sound against the table.

"You're amazing, Steve. I hope you realize that."

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He nods. "Take it home with you. Make notes. Let me know how dark everyone's hair is, favorite colors, and the like. it's all going to be done in black and white, but having an idea will help me when it comes time to shading. Then we can meet in a day or so, and when I know what needs changing, I'll do that."

Steve rubs at the back of his neck at the compliment.

"I'm glad I can use my schooling to help you out, Amelia. plus, the break will give me time to go find Schon and ask about getting a place of my own."

"I prefer it in black and white," she says with a smile, "but I'll do that for you." She's very cautious as she takes back the drawing and her notebook. There will be plenty of little things she'll come up with, but in the interim, it'll be nice to feel like her family is around in some way.

No, Steve, don't do that. That reaction is natural, but it reminds her of someone in the worst way. Her smile takes a slightly sad turn as she nods to him. "Whenever you're ready to move, let me know. I'll be there to help in any way I can. And then, when you're all settled, we can revisit the drawing."

"Okay." He gives her an eager nod, dropping his hands back to his lap before studying them. They're covered in graphite from the pencil, so Steve wipes his hands--

--on his pants, but given the grease and the grime it's hard to tell the difference--

--gently on his napkin to clean them off a bit. Once he's satisfied with the state of his hands, he'll reach over and pat the back of Amelia's hand gently.

"You look tired, Amelia. That's enough for today. Okay?" She seemed so far away for a moment there, and Steve knows the feeling. Being reminded of home can bring you back. Between the drawing the talking, and all the notes, Steve knows she must be mentally exhausted.

It's not until he pats her hand that she has any idea of where she is. For the briefest moment, she looks up and sees a different face looking back at her. It takes everything she has to keep from losing control again.

"You're right," she says softly. "It's been a long day - for both of us, I assume." She doesn't want to go yet, doesn't want to lose this fleeting feeling of closeness to someone who isn't actually there. But it's best not to push any harder than she already has, best not to work herself up over something that isn't real. She stands slowly to keep her shaking legs from being too noticeable. Her hair gets thrown back up with her hair pin quickly before she collects her notebook and the drawing.

"Whenever things are settled, you be sure to come get me." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes fully, but Steve could easily blame that on her exhaustion. As she turns to walk away, she pauses, looking over her shoulder at him. "Would you like me to walk you back? I'll let you borrow my cloak, if you'd like."

...she never was very good at not being selfish for the wrong reasons.

"I'll be alright, it's not very far from here." Steve gives Amelia a grateful smile. "It might not make sense, but I don't feel right taking a lady's cloak when it's cold out. My suit jacket will do until I get back, but thanks, I mean it."

It feels a little weird turning over his sketchbook to Amelia, but he knows she needs to look it over. Besides, he has a larger piece to finish back at the hotel.

She sighs a bit dramatically, but smiles at him all the same. "All right, but you better not catch anything because of it. If I hear you're stuck in bed because you were out in the cold too long--"

"You'll bow to my every whim when I'm stuck in bed?" The small teen looks just like Amelia, but has twice the sass. "I'll be fine, I promise!"

"...just don't get sick, okay?"

She'll take care of his sketchbook - and try very hard not to pry by looking at his other sketches while she does. Nothing is going to happen to it, not if she still draws breath.

A little piece of home [Tagging Steve]

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