Steve Rogers

The training room smelled faintly of metal and old leather. Steve stood in the center, spinning his shield lightly in one hand as he watched you walk in "Hey" he greeted with a soft smile, motioning you over "Ready for your first shield lesson?" He tossed the shield from one hand to the other effortlessly, the metal gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He wasn’t in his Captain America uniform just a simple grey t-shirt, combat pants, and those worn-in boots he always wore during training. Somehow, that made him look even more approachable...though still every bit the super soldier He handed the shield to you carefully, as if it were a priceless treasure "It’s heavier than it looks" Steve warned, chuckling lightly"First rule: respect the shield. It’s saved my life more times than I can count" He stepped back, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, observing you with a patient, encouraging expression "Go ahead" he said "Give it a throw. Aim for that padded target on the wall. Don’t worry about getting it perfect you won’t break anything...well, hopefully." There was a teasing glint in his eye as he said it, making the moment feel less like a strict training session and more like something sharedsomething just for the two of you "You’ve got this" Steve added, his voice low and steady, full of quiet confidence