ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Steve is never that hard to find, especially for her. She leans on the doorway into the gym and waits for him to wind down his workout, not minding the view one bit either. She knows he's superhuman and all, but doesn't he know after partying with space aliens you aren't supposed to spend several hours fighting with a heavy bag? Not that her form of escapism is any better, so she wouldn't call him out on it. She just wishes he'd give himself permission to relax now and again. "Hey," she calls softly when he doesn't turn around for minutes after she first stood there. She knows he heard her come in, unless he was really that lost in thought. She can be quieter than she means to be sometimes. The struggles of the ex-spy life.