“Maybe it’s time for a wardrobe change,” says Annie Leibovitz. “Captain, how are you feeling?"
"Stuffy?” Steve tries. There’s a rush of nervous tittering on the set.
Annie Leibovitz lowers her camera. She squints across at Steve. “You look stuffy,” she says critically. “How old are you, Steve?”
“Ma’am?"
"You look about 75 right now. How old are you really?"
"I’m 27, ma’am."
"Annie. Or Ms. Leibovitz. None of that ma’am bullshit."
Steve tugs on his tie. “27, Ms. Leibovitz.”
She gestures broadly around herself. She reminds Steve of his life drawing instructor, with her hair cotton-balling around her face. Buck got buck-naked once for that class to make an extra dime. Steve liked that class. Ms. Leibovitz says, “So, what do you like around here? What do you want to wear?”
There’s a guy, an intern maybe, with about thirty piercings in his face. Steve points. “I like your shirt. We didn’t used to have those. It’s kinda funny.”
"But I am small,” the guy squeaks. Ten heads whip around to look at him. He clears his throat. “Uh, I mean, won’t it be too small on you?"
Ms. Leibovitz has a very discerning look on her face. She waves a distracted arm behind her. “Take your shirt off,” she says to the intern, and then: “You’re from around here, aren’t you, Steve?”
"Sure thing,” he says, and starts disrobing too. Might as well. Someone coughs abruptly. “Brooklyn born and raised. Sorry ‘bout the heat, it’s always three hundred fuckin’ degrees here."
Ms. Leibovitz tosses the I <3 NY shirt at him. He catches it and pulls it over his head. “I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful working relationship,” she tells him.
Steve grins at her and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “So how do you want me?”
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OH NO HE’S HOT
…So Captain America’s Rolling Stone photoshoot isn’t what we expected.
