First Part with be posted later needed major work done…
Her eyes would never tell, and her heart would never heal from it, but she’d miss him. His creamy brown hair that oddly suited him, his ocean blue eyes she would get lost in, those two pythons he calls arms that would hug her friend as he nuzzled her neck whispering sweet nothings. These were all things she loved and hated about Steve Rogers.
But why should she care? Its not like she wasn’t there when he was discovered, or when he was all alone and scared in this new plane. She had taken the time to get to know him, to help him, to protect him, and for what? For her