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Summary: Snippets of the life of Dawn Summers, WIC Liaison to the Avengers. (not a songfic)

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Marvel Universe > Avengers > Dawn-CenteredDamiaFR155157,00121238132,93012 Sep 1218 Apr 13No

Track 48 - Drive All Night by NEEDTOBREATHE

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Dawn is here!

People underestimated Steve all the time. He was a soldier in the 1940’s and he was apple pie and goodness. It was easy to see the surface of a very complicated man without ever noticing the deeper undercurrents. He enjoyed being underestimated sometimes, letting a slightly confused look get him out of interview questions. Dawn saw right through that act, saw the intelligent mind with the slightly wicked sense of humor. He was a man out of time, which didn’t mean he couldn’t learn. Sure, some of the everyday comments threw him for a loop until someone explained the pop culture reference, but he was doing better than people expected.

Some things hadn’t changed at all, the mountains and the valleys and the docks. Gents and dames, children playing stickball in the streets, fathers crying at their baby girl’s weddings, mothers pushing their children to do more. It was all just human nature, the wrappings had just changed. Steve had been given access to cutting edge technology when he was recreated, it all paled when compared to technology these days. Maybe with the exception of Hydra weaponry. He was learning it though, Dawn was a patient teacher and he had the added incentive of thumbing his nose at Tony when the other man made some of his more condescending remarks.

Steve had been overlooked, ignored, for most of his life. He was used to being underestimated. He wasn’t used to a woman looking at him and seeing exactly what he was, the good and the bad, and simply smiling like it was the complete package she’d always wanted. Ok, he wasn’t really used to women looking at him and wanting him at all, that part was a bit daunting. Women now threw themselves at him with a reckless abandon that sometimes made him want to send them home to wash their faces and find a dream to fight for. It was silly, but they were kind of silly too. Thinking they loved a man for his uniform and the catchphrases that the PR team had created for him. They didn’t know him at all.

Dawn though, Dawn knew everything. She knew he was afraid to sleep for more than a few hours because he was afraid he would wake up in a new time again. She understood that he didn’t think he was good enough for the attention that he got. She didn’t question him when he told her he needed to leave, to get away from the city that was practically a stranger, and yet still the same one he’d grown up in so long ago. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek and handed him his motorcycle helmet. She loved him because of his imperfections and his need to be the person he’d always wanted to be.

A buzzing in his pocket had Steve clicking on the blue tooth in his ear, a smile spreading across his face as he glanced at his watch. Five o’clock. “Are you ready?” He asked, his entire face relaxing at the affirmative on the other end. Steve turned off the phone and then turned left at the next block, circling back around to the large building they all now called home. There was a slim brunette standing at the edge of the street, ignoring the few photographers who were snapping pictures of her. She pulled her own helmet over her head and swung a long leg over the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling into him.

“Take me away or lose me forever,” she told him. He could hear the smile in her voice as he merged back into traffic. He knew the next line “show me the way home, baby,” Top Gun was one of Dawn’s favorite movies and one he had enjoyed as well.

“There is no losing me,” Steve declared, heading north out of the city. Dawn loved him for all the reasons he knew and countless reasons he didn’t, and he was learning to get used to it.
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