A/N: Guys, I’m going to be honest with you… I’m not happy with this chapter. My lovely friend/proof reader loves it, but I am just filled with doubt. Ugh…
I’m sorry this took so long!
Leaning over the balcony of your hotel room, you looked out at the view of Rome.
You had hoped you never had a reason to come back here… ever.
You felt your palms start to sweat where you were holding onto the railing. Oh god, this was a horrible idea.
You turned when you heard the balcony door open. Steve closed it behind him before coming to stand next to you. He didn’t say anything, just stood quietly beside you, arm brushing against yours.
“Steve, I don’t think I can do this,” you whispered.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him turn his head toward you, “As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t sweetheart.” His hand wrapped around your elbow, “I told Tony that we could find another way before you agreed to come. But deep down, I know you can do this.”
You looked up at him, “If I asked you to abort this mission and take me home, would you?”
He nodded, “In a heartbeat.”
Your eyes scanned his serious face. For about half a second you thought about doing just that because you knew without a doubt that he would. You shook your head and moved closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body, “I can do this,” you said, resting your forehead against his chest.
Steve’s arms went around you, hugging you close, “There’s my girl.”
You wrapped your arms around his back as he started to sway the both of you slightly. You turned your head with a smile, placing your ear right above his heart. You listened to the steady beats. His strong arms held you close, and his warmth seeped into your bones.
Eurotrip Day Eight - Rome: Altare della Patria (Part 2)
Luckily we didn’t have to climb all the way to the top of the mamoth monument which is the Altare della Patria, but for our last day in Rome we managed to get some of the most beautiful view of this city.
Loving Rome, however, rather glad that tomorrow we are off to Venice!