Samantha Wilson, retired pararescue, now working as a nurse in a VA. Like to think I'm good friends with America's Hero, Captain America - even if he a snarky ass.
“Jeez Sam. First y’go whisltlin’ at me, now you’re grabbing at my ass. You got something you want to let me in on?”
“You really should have, dummy.” She kept her hands on Steph’s cheeks. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage for about month.”
“You know I’m hopeless when it comes to intimate social interactions. Nat regularly makes fun of me for it.” Her shoulders shrug and her hand curls around one of Sam’s. “Glad you got the courage, though, or we’d have been just sitting here like idiots forever. Especially if you waited on me to get my head straight."
"Steph, I’ll wait for you till the stars grow cold. Lemme show you something.” She pulled her hair back to show her the tattoo on her scalp behind her ear. It was two interlocking stars, one with antoehr star inside, one with a bird inside.
