#steve drawing

[pipistrellearts]

Another Steve doodle :>

Also, I’ve been barely online due to having to be around homophobic family members during summer, so writing and art is slower atm, but things will get back to normal afterwards. Thank you to the people waiting on my fics for being patient, appreciate y’all

[secretfanartist]

Couldn't decide which version to post, so lucky you get both!

[pipistrellearts]

Little Steve doodle 😋

[zetsubonna]

ohhh yes actually! Steve is the kind of boy that would draw his own superhero suit and Nat is the kind of girl who'd get excited quoting Wargames, so I'd love to see them just geek over something. Nat wouldn't be condescending of Steve and Steve already respects her to some degree (either because she's a woman and Steve's the gentleman his mother raised him to be, or because Nat made a good impression on him, idk) so some bonding time while Sam and Bucky sort their shit out would be nice :)

"Romanoff?" Bucky called into the open door.

"Relax," Natasha said, bringing them both coffee. "He’s dead to the world."

"How’d you manage that?" Sam asked. Steve had been managing to interrupt his staring contest-turned-territory negotiation with Bucky every quarter of an hour since he’d woken up at seven o’clock that morning.

Which had been sleeping in, compared to big Steve, but still.

"Gave him the tablet," she said.

"It was locked," Sam pointed out.

"Spy," Natasha reminded him, shrugging. "Also hacked your wifi password and gave him my credit card number. He’s bought about-" She checked her phone. "Sixty dollars worth of brushes, filters, and digital comic books."

"Yeah?" Bucky and Sam were both pleased.

"He’s teaching himself five different kinds of international sequential art," Natasha sipped her coffee.

"I didn’t know you liked kids," Sam said.

"I’m indifferent to kids," Natasha smirked. "I like being right. I kept telling him he’d like digital art production if he’d try. He’s a lot more open minded to it now.”

"Bucky!" Steve came thudding out the door, still in his pajamas, his hair a complete birds nest. "Look, I did like, five versions of Buck Rogers, I think I’m getting the hang of this thing!"

Bucky took the tablet carefully in his right hand, glancing over the pictures. “Different styles, huh?”

"Yeah! This thing is really neat, it lets you do different brushes with different pressures and everything. It’s not- it don’t have the same weight as paper, but it’s pretty cool anyway."

Sam reached hesitantly for the tablet. “Can I see?”

"Oh! Um, sure, if you want," Steve blinked at him, blushing faintly. "I mean, it’s just sketching, you know, trying to figure out a touch screen, nothing special."

"Buck Rogers, huh?"

"It seemed appropriate," Steve folded his arms over his chest. "Anyway, um, Natasha- I tried the, uh, the Te- Tezuka, guy? Let her see, Sam. What do you think?"

"That’s really good, Steve," Natasha’s eyebrows both went up as she handed Steve her coffee. He drank from the opposite side of her mug, but he seemed to understand she wanted him to share without her having said so. "That’s- excellent, actually.”

"It’s nothing," Steve blushed, leaning on Bucky’s metal arm and tangling his fingers in the back of Bucky’s shirt. "I’m just doodling, that’s all. Thanks."