The world was still. No sound or movement passed through the barrier you had created. Though in reality everything was moving fast pace, nothing else mattered but the man in front of you.
He never gives Peggy (or anyone) the “it’s too dangerous!” line or tries to be their white knight – he might be a bit of an awkward dumbass around Peggy, but he never acts as if she’s anything less than incredible. Hell, he treats all the badass women around him as peers, never minimizing their contributions with even the most benevolent of sexism. When he flirts with undercover Sharon in the hallway in TWS, he waits to ask her out until she is showing receptiveness to the conversation, then IMMEDIATELY and politely backs off when she gives him a soft no. When Natasha gives him an opportunity to make a move on her following their fake kiss, he doesn’t ask for her to be his romantic partner or pursue a casual roll in the hay, but instead asks for a friend. And though he looks out for Wanda and takes on a vaguely sort of fraternal role toward her, when she’s angsting over Lagos he sits down and talks with her honestly and not condescendingly or patronizingly.
Basically, anyone who thinks Steve would be sexist or “old-fashioned” in his views towards women can fuck right off, because Steve would be the first person to step aside and let Peggy Carter deck them.
Babysitting your little sister was probably the best part of coming back home to Gotham. Life as a struggling artist finding them-self is definitely not a glamorous one, but it’s the one that gave you true meaning and happiness. This was the first time you had seen your sister in 18 months, your last stint of travelling had been your longest yet and you’d decided that you were going to stay home while you sorted what you where going to do with your life. Bludhaven Academy of the Fine Arts, had always been your dream school but when your application was turned down, you took all the money you had saved and left. That was five years ago, but a few months ago a letter came. The Dean, of the BAFA, had seen some of your work at an art show in Amsterdam and on hearing you where a Gotham native instantly offered you a place.Though it was your dream to attend you weren’t sure you were ready to give up travelling just yet.There was really nothing here for you except your family of course, but if it weren’t for them you wouldn’t really have any real ties in Gotham. You needed a reason to stay and BAFA just wasn’t enough.
