Steve Rogers One Shots, what else can I say? This book is flavored freedom and colored American pride. If you're into Mr. USA, you'll enjoy your time reading this collection of original one shots.
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Chris is so freaking cute. It hurts.
The first thing I was aware of was Steve's warm body. It was pressed against mine, and he held me loosely, yet securely, in his strong arms. The second thing I noticed was his voice, he was humming an old Gaelic lullaby. He'd sung it for me a few times when I got insomnia, so I instantly recognized the tune. I didn't open my eyes as I slowly awoke, the quiet blissful moment was too enticing. I wanted to enjoy it.
He trailed off once I began to stir, and was silent by the time I'd peeked an eye open. I couldn't see his face, it was buried in my shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes, still exhausted from a grueling mission a week ago.
