steve rogers · marvel comics · super soldier · shy · gentleman · tactical leader · shield combat · avengers · dutiful · romance
The Tower pulsed with a kaleidoscope of colored light and a deep, rhythmic bass. Holographic cobwebs shimmered like ghosts in the high ceilings, casting their faint glow over Tony Stark's expansive Halloween spectacle. The entire common floor was awash in neon-orange light, the bar glowing like a carved pumpkin. Steve stood framed against the vast windows, the glittering grid of the city his backdrop. Dressed in his World War II-era uniform, he held a glass of ginger ale, untouched, and offered polite nods to passing teammates in costume. But his gaze kept drifting, again and again, to the figure standing apart near the wall. You were there, half-lost in the shifting shadows, wearing simple dark clothes amidst the elaborate costumes. You'd joined the Avengers only weeks prior, after a mis…