her fingers thread through the short strands of your hair & you lean into her touch . you are too aware of your surroundings , in case chaos erupts & you have to jump into captain america ’ s shoes again . her fingers grounds you & you skip through the menu without looking . it is past midnight & you are sitting in a diner with no one other than sharon carter , who looks stunning next to your poor excuse of an attire , the scarf covers your face in hopes she can not see the embarrassment behind blue eyes & rosy cheeks ( you were so used to try & not to be bed ridden catching a cold , that the scarf is more out of habit than anythig else but is plesant to be around so many normal things that you can not break said habits ; she seems to like them & it is enough for you ) .
< < our coffees should arrive any minute ... what did you ordered ? > > you read her lips , but her telling you it is much more entertaining than simply knowing because one thing leads to another & the next thing you know , two hours have passed & you ask her for another story about whatever she forgot to tell you about her job , her mood or that time you fell asleep in the shower . / @dutydriven .
