whispertragedy asked for Steve's side of this 6-sentence meme after I posted it on Ao3, so I wrote it. Yay! This one's less philosophical, but it was kind of fun to write, so I hope you like it. ^_^
The first thing Sam said when Steve walked into the VA was "So, when's the wedding?" and then he started laughing like he was never going to stop, which Steve didn't particularly appreciate. "Sam, Nat and I aren't-" he protested, before Sam interrupted with "Gosh, Steve, I could never have guessed that you and Natasha set-Steve-up-with-literally-every-woman-on-the-planet-except-herself Romanov aren't dating." Steve blushed, protesting, "But Sam, you saw the pictures, and I - I didn't even know I looked at her like that!" Sam laughed, "Steve, that's because you don't look at her like that - it's a tabloid, and they can make a candid picture seem like anything." Steve felt a little bit better, right up until Sam noted, "And anyway, it would be just as easy to make us look like that - couple of stills of me catching you when you jump off another building (which, by the way, you could stand to do a little less of if you want me to be able to actually take out the bad guys instead of having to stop to catch your ass), one shot of you looking up at my face while we're flying, and we'd be tabloid fodder, too." Steve shuddered, "One tabloid article is enough, thanks," he muttered, though he suspected that he might be in the wrong line of work for that.
