I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!
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Yeah of course I can! Im actually helping with some kids for the next week so once I get some free time I shall defiantly work on it! Thank you for the request.
Steve rolled over in his sleep to face me as I felt a strong hand shaking my shoulder. Buck. “What Bucky?” I groaned, not bothering to open my eyes but just rolling back over next to Steve, tightening the blankets around me. “Why did you take up another job?” I felt the blankets shift and him crawl in next to me. “It’s too early for questions Bucky bear,” i always called him that when I didn’t feel like having a disagreement with him. Basically a small way to butter him up just to keep him calm. Make me seem more innocent then I was.
“No. Why did you? People, especially you, in this day in age don’t take up extra jobs unless it’s necessary. You spend all your free time with Steve and I. You saw how he was this winter. You practically donated your life to trying to keep him alive and well. I know you. You wouldn’t do this unless it was necessary. So why did you? Are you having trouble paying rent like when your ma died? Are you eating okay?” Buck pulled back the blankets so he could see my face. I refused to roll over so he rolled me on my back so I could look up at him.
“I’m fine. I’m just improving my work effort. That’s all. Saving a bit. It be nice to have built up if another war comes or if I get married,” I smiled a tired smiles and squinted my eyes at the Brooklyn morning light seeping through the one window that didn’t have a blanket over it to keep in heat.
“You and I both know that that was a lie. You can’t stand to get married. You are terrified of it. As for another war, I know that you don’t worry about yourself first. I also know that you have lost a lot of weight lately and you dig for pennies in all places of your purse when we go out and you want to pay. And now your taking up extra jobs. Why didn’t you tell us?”
I just couldn’t stand it when Bucky was worried. He made my heart melt.
It was a normal day for me: I walked down the street homeward to the apartment of my best friend Steve Rogers. It was freezing out and Brooklyn was covered in a blanket of snow. I could feel the tensions in the street: like the next war was right behind me. It was on distant shores of the past and another continent but that didn’t mean a thing, and we all knew it. Though some of us tried to be more oblivious to it then others. I don’t care what you did or said, we all knew it; the whispers, the tension practically spelled it out for us: Another war was coming. Some already had begun fighting. America, however, we were still trying to get back on our feet and we didn’t want another war setting us back. The first war had changed everything drastically. Mama was dead now. Daddy died a long time ago. I was on my own and barely 18. My rent was over due by two months. I had been living on crackers and peanut butter for the past three weeks Steve and Bucky were all I had left. They were all I cared about, all I had, all I needed.
I sighed and carefully walked up the stairs to Steve’s apartment, remembering the day I meet him. It caused me to smile. But that story is for another time. I avoided patches of ice and used the spar key to let myself in. The boys where curled up in the living room under ten blankets next to the fire place were the embers were dying now. I placed my bag on the couch and slipped off my shoes. Placing another log on the fire along with some old paper from my failed drawings the week before and a match, I pulled up the blankets and laid down next to a small skinny Steve who was shivering. Snugging my coat around me tighter I thought of how cold I was and how cold the winter had been. We couldn’t take another war. My eyes trailed to the fire and watched it as it crackled. We just couldn’t.
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