HAPPY VALENTINE'S TO @brooklyncapsicle !!
"Yo, Rogers, y're not one o' those Valentine-droolin' suckers, are ya?" He asks, brows quirked in a mixture of genuine curiosity and a bit of irritation. He leaves enough of a pause for Steve to answer him, but not really caring much for that answer because, in spite of whatever Steve might say, Adam's decided his read on him veers on the yes, yes he is.
"Bla bla, anyway, I figured ya would be, so." He takes a short breath, though he wishes he could get away with a deep one, and musters up enough humility to shove a box against Steve's chest. "Here." He can feel his face shrivel up into redness, mostly out of sheer embarrassment and self-hatred for being so corny. In the box is all he could really afford to get this time around - a few of the simpler Motorcyle parts; mostly motor bolts and screws he's been told tend to come looser prior to much of anything else. And a piece of chocolate, because he figured bolts and screws weren't exactly the world's most romantic gesture.
He mutters a few swear words under his breath, still unable to forgive himself for the sap of it all. Fuck you, Rogers, why did you have to be so important to me that I'd ignore what I like and do this shit?
