Steve liked working with his hands. It was mindless, soothing work and he reveled in it. He was happy to help out with whichever task happened to need doing. The building parts were by far his favorite though. Coming home exhausted and sweaty from a hard day's work made Steve feel like he really was a normal person, at least for a few minutes.
He was even happy to pitch in with the cleaning, acting like the very worst picker by going through every box he could find. But they were full of such treasures! New clothes, odds and ends, stuff for his silly little crafts . . . And every now and then he found a true gem and tucked it away for a special time or person. Hey, he was upcycling! Steve didn't even mind the spiders much. The skittering still gave him a chill from time to time, but they really were sweet. Not enough to take home though. One hellhorse to take care of was plenty even if it didn't technically live in the suite.
Follow Me Down
Steve had long done his best to stay away from the club, but lately he could be found there more and more often. He rarely did anything but sip at a drink and watch, but the temptation was what he fought against. The temptation to be terrible. The new look was a pleasant surprise, to a point. The first time he came in, Steve managed to find something that didn't bother his sometimes-touchy feelings over being dressed too femininely. The corset was a little irritating, but he liked the shirt a lot. The swinging aspect was a little less appealing, but somehow his key ended up in the hat anyway and Steve was introduced to his new partner.
The next time he hit the club, he was put into something a lot more revealing and a lot less masculine. It didn't quite cross the line for him, but he was a lot stiffer during the speed dating and dinners. At first. Eventually he chilled out and just enjoyed the romance in the air.
The last time he entered, the demons didn't give him any choices and actually stripped off what he'd come in wearing to put him in what was essentially a dress. And heels. With the embarrassment over his outfit turning his face a deep red and the conditions aggravating his already irrational jealousy and possessiveness, Steve was a terror for anyone he happened to meet that he considered his. He thought he had something to prove, or maybe he just wanted to show people how serious he was about protecting what was his. Either way he was in a vicious mood and anyone falling afoul of it would either get dragged to the floor for a show or pulled into a fight. Blood was blood, right?
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Steve Rogers | MCU: Winter Soldier (CRAU)
Steve liked working with his hands. It was mindless, soothing work and he reveled in it. He was happy to help out with whichever task happened to need doing. The building parts were by far his favorite though. Coming home exhausted and sweaty from a hard day's work made Steve feel like he really was a normal person, at least for a few minutes.
He was even happy to pitch in with the cleaning, acting like the very worst picker by going through every box he could find. But they were full of such treasures! New clothes, odds and ends, stuff for his silly little crafts . . . And every now and then he found a true gem and tucked it away for a special time or person. Hey, he was upcycling! Steve didn't even mind the spiders much. The skittering still gave him a chill from time to time, but they really were sweet. Not enough to take home though. One hellhorse to take care of was plenty even if it didn't technically live in the suite.
Follow Me Down
Steve had long done his best to stay away from the club, but lately he could be found there more and more often. He rarely did anything but sip at a drink and watch, but the temptation was what he fought against. The temptation to be terrible. The new look was a pleasant surprise, to a point. The first time he came in, Steve managed to find something that didn't bother his sometimes-touchy feelings over being dressed too femininely. The corset was a little irritating, but he liked the shirt a lot. The swinging aspect was a little less appealing, but somehow his key ended up in the hat anyway and Steve was introduced to his new partner.
The next time he hit the club, he was put into something a lot more revealing and a lot less masculine. It didn't quite cross the line for him, but he was a lot stiffer during the speed dating and dinners. At first. Eventually he chilled out and just enjoyed the romance in the air.
The last time he entered, the demons didn't give him any choices and actually stripped off what he'd come in wearing to put him in what was essentially a dress. And heels. With the embarrassment over his outfit turning his face a deep red and the conditions aggravating his already irrational jealousy and possessiveness, Steve was a terror for anyone he happened to meet that he considered his. He thought he had something to prove, or maybe he just wanted to show people how serious he was about protecting what was his. Either way he was in a vicious mood and anyone falling afoul of it would either get dragged to the floor for a show or pulled into a fight. Blood was blood, right?
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