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STEVE ROGERS.

          ——She'd give him points for making space in the smallest apartment someone could allow a super soldier with biceps bigger than her waist to stay in... In the meantime, catching up with what had been missed during their time apart was what the blonde wanted the most. Coated lips met the rim of her glass before they gently parted. To inquire about his new living circumstances seemed like the easiest method to do so.

                   ❝MMHM... So. How’s the NEW neighbour?❞

LANCE HUNTER.

               ❝Can’t say it’s NOT working — you’re still talking to me.❞       When required to pull a cover for any given mission, it was important to open up but at the same time not reveal any sensitive details: Aiming anyone in conversation to  B E L I E V E  that she was just another woman passing by. The same could easily be applied with... Whatever this really was, at the moment. The utmost important specific was that any information regarding her job be talked about with CARE. Not only was her job to be kept secret, there was no telling who could be watching or listening in. Both arms are crossed over the bar table as blonde curls fall over her shoulder when she leans in. As for her reply... Well, there was ONE way of putting it so...       ❝The bloody tragedy of locking up the bad guys… Which really isn’t that bad on any NORMAL day, I guess.❞

CAITLIN SNOW.

           NO MATTER HOW FAR it was the Carter had to travel, the distance was nothing in comparison to that of her worry of her sister’s actual situation. Yet, she cannot express her frustration at her younger sister for the actions that had lead her up to this very moment. Whether it was an issue caused by her work or something else entirely, the blonde feels very much RESPONSIBLE for the lifestyle being lead by the scientist. Of course, not all aspects could be controlled, but nights that ended up in a public restroom were signs of trouble that could somehow be fixed without further consequences escalating. The common procedure of diagnosing any further symptoms was taken before an arm is slung around the younger one’s shoulder.

                                ❝JEEZ, CAIT. Let’s get you home.❞

ALEX DANVERS.

[ ♡ ]                 Truth be told, the agent never took even the most partial liking to introducing the newer methods of operations with the newly recruited. Though, who was she to deny any experience to those who needed it? The complication that never seemed to make an absence when on this particular project was the handling of the mission itself. While an initial orientation and briefing had covered all that was needed to endure the next twenty-four hours, the nature of each situation varied - no matter if it were the same procedure each and every time. With that brought on unknown variables that she would otherwise like to have taught herself in a different environment. Nevertheless, the soles of boots cross the tarmac and gradually slow their pace until they pause at the driver’s door of a car coloured deep black.     ❝ALWAYS.❞

STEVE ROGERS.

[ ♡ ]          Learning how to properly make use of the new SLANG was a customary element of the fundamental education one was intended to receive during the years being spent on the earth ( and especially amongst the YOUNGER generation ). For the most part, the agent had admired the captain’s endeavours to assimilate into the twenty-first century. He was learning much QUICKER than she’d expected. From the conversations that had filled her spare time - whether it be over the phone or in person - with him, his progress was something that she enjoyed noticing. It seemed, however, with this particular set of quips, that he had excelled even further forward. The SOFTEST of chuckles was successfully solicited from between a pair of pink pillows while the tip of her chin temporarily rested upon the base of her chest. It was a greatly surreal concept that certainly required a relatively brief session of thought on her part. 

                                           ❝I’d say... WE COULD START NOW?❞

CHRIS HALLIWELL.

              There had been days on end in which getting out of bed had been almost IMPOSSIBLE. A few months after her love had left, she had lost her motivation to continue her daily routines, as if he had taken her purpose with him to Afghanistan. From a very young age, the socialite had DREAMED of living with a man whom she loved dearly, in the most stereotypical of manners — the image of her cooking while he walked through the front door after a regular nine-to-five job and giving him a kiss on the cheek had all been something she had idolised as a POTENTIAL future... And it had not come like so, in really any way, shape, or form. But having Chris envelope her — that was  B E T T E R  than any dream she could have, knowing fully well that their goodbyes could possibly have been their last. Their moments together felt more SPECIAL because of his job, whether she liked it or not. Withdrawing from his shoulder, coated lips pressed a tender kiss.

                                   ❝I've missed you... SO MUCH.❞