Sunday Art - RP for in_triplicate

[oldschoolpatriot]

Sunday morning was chilly, but bright. It didn't look like rain and while the breeze was a little chilly it was a nice fall day. Steve still made sure to walk a little closer to Phil, just in case there was a stiff breeze and she got a little cold. He made a good wind break these days.

Their morning had started with a nice breakfast at a diner that was a little nicer than Steve's usual go to eat place. He was making a little bit more of an effort since this was a date. He was trying not to let his nerves get to him either. It wasn't like he was uncomfortable around her. The date aspect of this shouldn't change anything but he was a little worried she wouldn't have a good time. That's really what he wanted. She should have fun.

"Is there a part of the museum you'd like to start with?" he asked when the museum showed up on the horizon.

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[in_triplicate]

Phil slides her hand through the crook of his arm, settling her fingers against the inside of his elbow, curling them a little in his jacket.

"Show me your favorites first," she decides, smiling up at him.

Now that she's actually managed to make it to their dates, she's really glad she did. Steve is so earnest and thoughtful and eager to please, it's impossible for her not to be having a good time.

Shucking off more of her hard-ass persona, Phil lets herself lean against Steve's side, her head resting briefly against his shoulder as she squeezes his arm in a little hug.

[oldschoolpatriot]

"We're going to be here all day if we do that." Steve shifted just a little to give her a nice place to nestle against his side if she wanted to. "I love just about everything in this place."

For years the museum had been Steve's safe haven from bullies and abusers. When he went to art school, it was a constant source of inspiration. He felt at home there because some of the art hadn't changed and the new stuff was still beautiful.

[in_triplicate]

"I have nowhere else to be," she points out, taking his shifting as the invitation it is and settling against him comfortably. She dressed appropriately for the weather in jeans and a jacket, but he's warm and comfortable and she's going to take advantage of the fact that she can do this sort of stuff.

"Let's start at the beginning, we can always come back another day if we don't make it all the way through."

[oldschoolpatriot]

"The beginning it is." Casual Steve Rogers still wears slacks and a button down shirt. He just can't help it, he used to dressing like this. He slides his arm around her shoulders so now she's tucked firmly against his side.

"Do you have an art style you like? We could also start there. I'd like to hear what you have to say on things."

[in_triplicate]

She thinks he looks dashing and handsome, as always. And one day she will get him in jeans and a t-shirt. One day.

She considers the question for a moment before shrugging a little. "I always loved Alphonse Mucha," she confesses. "I had his four seasons hanging on my wall in my first apartment."

[oldschoolpatriot]

He'll look just as dashing in jeans and a t-shirt will stretch nicely across his chest.

"Mucha's amazing. He had a very good eye for lines. Everything straight was straight and everything that flowed really flowed." Steve grins brightly, lighting up when talking about art. "I'm a fan of Picasso for the same reason."

[in_triplicate]

That is totally not the reason she wants to see him in one (yes it is).

"Art Nouveau just calls to me, for some reason." She looks up at him, a little giddy face of his brilliant smile. "Really? I would never have pegged you as an Impressionist fan. I guess I see you drawing more Rockwell-esque type of things."

[oldschoolpatriot]

It's the reason everyone wants to see him in one.

"It's a little like you. There's the straight lines and the beautiful curves." He can be quite charming when he wants to be. He leads her up the steps to the front door, which he opens for her. "I actually wanted to be an animator so Impressionism was good to study for the exaggeration needed."

[in_triplicate]

It's not her fault he's so stupidly attractive.

She laughs, squeezing him with the arm she's slipped around his waist. "Oh Steve. You charmer, you." It's totally working too, just for the record. Her cheeks may be a little pink. "I still think you should pursue that some more. You'd be fabulous."

[oldschoolpatriot]

Once inside, he put his hand on the small of her back to guide her around without crowding her against his side. The galleries would be warm, he couldn't get away with cuddling her. "May I take your coat?"

He was a true gentleman too. "Art is more of a hobby now. It's the best way I have to relax a lot of the time."

[in_triplicate]

Phil blinks up at him in surprise, not having expected to check her coat. It's only a light jacket. But, hey, might as well go with it, eh?

"You may," she murmurs, slipping out of her jacket and letting Steve take it away.

She smiles at him, slipping her hand into his when he returns, her fingers slotting neatly between his. "I'd like to see more of your sketching, sometime. I didn't get to look at much of your book before I fell asleep."

[oldschoolpatriot]

He didn't like to carry things around while talking art because he talked with his hands and he could drop things if he wasn't careful.

With her hand in his, he started leading her towards the first hall gallery. He was happy she was that comfortable with him in public. "Sure. You can look at it any time unless I'm drawing in it."

[in_triplicate]

And since Phil wasn't really a purse kind of girl, it looks like they both work better hands-free.

Hey, she's the one with the all-American wet-dream of a boyfriend, she'd be an idiot not to be comfortable with him in public. And sure, sometimes it's a little weird to remember he's just over half her age, but that's okay. He likes her anyway, she doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks. "So I can't hover over your shoulder?"

[oldschoolpatriot]

"You can hover and watch me draw but no flipping through while I'm drawing. It makes things difficult." Steve was comfortable with old fashioned hand holding and a proper date. This was how you wooed a woman and Steve was doing his best to woo Phil properly.

"Just don't be surprised if you see yourself in there a time or two." He nudged her gently with an elbow.

[in_triplicate]

"Aw, Steve. You spoil my fun." She winks at him as they slip past a family crowding the archway.

Her cheeks color a little at that comment, her eyes shining as she pauses to look up at him. "You draw me? Really?"

[oldschoolpatriot]

"I try." He ducks his head a little, hoping not to be noticed. He can usually go about without any trouble because he looks so normal but kids are the ones that usually spot him. He doesn't want to be bothered on their date.

He nods, "I draw the people around me. You would be one of them."

[in_triplicate]

Phil would be a little disappointed, but she wouldn't begrudge the kids their chance at meeting their hero. Hell, she's dating her hero, she can afford to be gracious. But she is relieved when they make it into the first gallery without incident, standing a little bit closer and curling her free hand around the inside of his elbow. She likes being close.

"I hope they're not anything embarrassing..." she teases, squeezing his hand.

[oldschoolpatriot]

He shook his head, because yes he did have a few... sexy pictures of her but he kept those in a private sketchbook that he didn't show anyone. Most of his sketches though were completely clean. "There are just a few of your smile and some of you working."

She didn't need to see the sketch he did of her as a Valkyrie. That was Thor's fault anyway.

[in_triplicate]

Oh, she'll find them someday, Steve.

"I'd like to see those, yes." Especially the Valkyrie one. That would be hilarious.

[oldschoolpatriot]

Depending on when he would die of embarrassment or see if it could lead to something fun.

"When we're done here, you can." Steve smiles at her, meaning it. He didn't mind sharing his art with her. "You know, we should do something you enjoy next time. We're focusing on my hobbies a lot."

[in_triplicate]

Draw me like one of your French girls, huh. Phil would like it.

She leans up and brushes a kiss to his jaw. "Thank you. And really, I don't do much for hobbies, Steve. I work a lot. So unless doing paperwork or going to the range counts as a hobby, I'd rather focus on yours."

[oldschoolpatriot]

"I like going to the range." Steve smiled down at her. "We could see who's the better. I warn you, I was trained by the best."

He thought he could take her down at the range.

[in_triplicate]

"Oh were you now." Her eyebrows escape up under her bangs as she gives him her best unimpressed look. "We'll see about that, hot shot."

[oldschoolpatriot]

"Sergeant Barnes was the best sniper the Army ever saw. He really taught me how to shoot much better than before." He lost a little of his happiness thinking back to Bucky. That loss still wasn't healed. "I can't wait to see."

[in_triplicate]

She squeezes his hand a little and leans up to kiss his cheek again, her eyes soft. "I know."