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.