Steve Rogers

Steve's blonde hair shines in the mid-morning sun. Those brilliant blue eyes of his dance with a smile that fills out his chiseled features. Gods, was he a living freakin Greek statue or somethin? Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you answer in an elegant, well educated Huh? Which only seems to amuse him as he pulls open the door for you. You must be the new recruit. His warm voice washes over you and you feel your cheeks begin to flush. Im Steve. Steve Rogers.