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It’s good to see Steve like this; he’s so much more relaxed than he has been, lately — for understandable reasons — and she thinks they both could do with a little R&R. It’s not a bad thing, and this place is wonderful.

"Oh no, Rogers. You don’t get out of answering by turning my question back on me.”

he can't help but find it a little ironic that he finds peace in the one place he used to swear evil was born and bred--but the world isn't black and white. he knows that now.

             "----i think i am, actually. what do you want for christmas?"

"I’m sure we could make that happen," she replies, and it’s nice, honestly, to take a little step back, to give themselves a chance to relax and recuperate. This is tiring, what they’re doing; burning themselves out is not a good idea. Besides, it’s the holidays.

"What do you want for Christmas?"

           "sounds good to me. never seen anything like this."

he snaps a picture of a reindeer passing by, waiting until the commotion of kids cheering was over until he speaks again. this is nice--in fact, it's almost easy to forget what they're doing.

           "----depends. what do you want for christmas?"

americanmadehero liked for a starter:

     ❝ Wow—— to what do I owe the p-           leasure of your company, Cap? ❞

   "----it's been awhile."

      sharp , sudden turn . hand to the hard bone          of his chest as he slams him back to propel         feet back in the direction of the tumbler . 

    ‘  i told you to stay back . 

jaw taut, strength obviously restrained to the clench of his fists at his sides--as much as he'd like to shove the masked hero back.

          "--after last time? not a chance."

Send me 'I do' for a starter of an arranged marriage between our muses.

                                            “be  v e r y careful with hannibal lecter.”  

                                  an indie & selective hannibal lecter.   book/film/show                                   amalgation.  multiverse & multiship.  always  looking                                    for  new  threads & partners.  set  mid  s2  by  default.

                                                                    (written by lyssa)

He felt like the roles had been reversed somehow. It was exhaustive and suddenly Bucky lost the will to fight. “You just let them spit in our faces.”

the war's made him cold, distant--all to the one person in the whole world who deserves it the least.

trying not to lash out again, steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"i didn't do shit--they don't like the war, so they don't like the soldiers. not like i wanna be spit at like i'm worth nothin'."

reaching out to bucky now, squeezing his shoulder gently--"i know it's a lot on you, buck. me too."

 ‘the tone doesn’t help the pain , steve .

 "look at you----"

    he pokes at his sternum with a     gentle finger, clearly displeased.