christine palmer
the party was in full swing and it seemed as though everyone was mingling just fine. all the people that were here she knew only from watching tv or hearing about them in the cafeteria at work. you hear all these stories of their grand adventures and their heroic efforts that you create this image of them and who they are. but being at this party christine sees that they’re just like everyone else when you look behind the mask.
she makes her way toward the table where there is an array of different food laid out on the table. there’s cheese and she tries not to make a face at it. the air smelling of cheese has put her off of the dairy and christine is most positive it’ll be awhile before she can even look at it. but…the tray of fruit catches her eyes and they lighten up when they see melon, cantaloupe to be exact. she scoops up spoonfuls of it and places it on her plate before pooping a piece into her mouth.
▕ ▏ “i can eat this for the rest of my life if i have too.”
the party was full of a lot of people steve didn’t know, a lot that knew him, but there was something about new people that felt a bit relaxing. sometimes that came with some starstruck captain america questions that he never really understood and tried to direct to sam who was now the one to answer them as far as he believed. maybe there was some for specifically steve rogers himself, but it was usually about the uniform he’s since hung up.
but the party didn’t really have a lot of that, maybe it was the beard, maybe it was just the nature of it all. he was actually having a lot of casual... and he supposed normal conversations. he’d always been one to talk, even if he never got over the shying away from it part. so when the woman next to him in the food line stated that she could eat the melon on her plate for the rest of her life, he smiled.
“it’s good,” he agreed, getting some for his plate too. “just the cantaloupe? or honey dew too?”
