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🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on?

Mainly, we both disagree with any kind of lack of respect such as racism, attacks on the lgtbi+ ( . . . ). Aria and I have pretty similar ways of thinking.

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☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? 

( ; replied right before! )

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☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? 

I'ma pretend it says ‘music’ instead of ‘you’ because otherwise doesn't make sense? Yeah, I usually listen to music like, I have a playlist, and every song gives me different vibes for different kinds of replies and topics.

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🌟 Is there any genres the mun doesn’t enjoy writing but you enjoy being part of? 

I enjoy writing everything at this point, tbh!

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Muse talking about the mun

Send me a symbol for my muse to answer these questions about the mun! 

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

✌ Is there anything you dislike about the mun? 

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? 

✍ Has the mun some special talents beside writing? 

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? 

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

🎉 Does the mun likes to go to parties or not? 

🎁 Is the mun good at taking compliments or not? 

🎀  What does the mun have for a music taste? Do you like it? 

🎨 What are the mun’s hobbies? 

👗 How is the mun’s fashion sense? 

✂ Did the mun ever do something to make you jealous? 

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog? 

🍨 What is the mun’s favorite ice cream flavour? 

🍪 Does the mun like sweets? 

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on? 

🍀 What is your opinion on the layout of the blog the mun did for you? 

⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of? 

🌟 Is there any genres the mun doesn’t enjoy writing but you enjoy being part of? 

☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? 

🌙 Does the mun stay up long or goes to bed early? 

⚡ What is the mun’s favorite weather? 

❄ Did the mun ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do? 

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 

🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could? 

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

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Cake or pie? Further, which is your specific favorite type?

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛ that's a million dollar question 'cause i love apple pie but also cheesecake, so i think i can't decide. ❜

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Send questions to Steve of any kind ( headcanons, tastes. . . ).

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“Yeah… yeah , call him.”

James circles their arms around Steve , blushing darker with each kiss — and returning the one to their lips with a small smile .

“Finally… I’ve wanted a weekend with you for years .”

Not moving away from them a single inch, Steve uses his left hand to grab the phone in a pocket of his gray sweatpants to type Tony's number from heart, keeping his forehead rested on the flesh shoulder of his boyfriend. Surprisingly, Stark doesn't deny the petition   —    he might have taken him on a good day   —. Hanging up the call, the captain leaves the phone on the nearest counter.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Pack up, m'love.   ❜

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“On it , Cap.”

James teases , setting the flowers down gently along with his coat . Then turning to find a lighter for the candle and the bottle of wine . He wonders just how much planning Steve did for all this…

“Hey Stevie?” he asks.

As he walks into the kitchen, Steve wears a pair of heat proof gloves to take the moussaka out of the oven and put it onto the wooden cutting board on the counter. It smells so good that he can't even believe he has made it. The captain is getting used to the cooking stuff being integrated into his life, he doesn't complain though, although sometimes he has to clean real messes.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Uh, yeah?   ❜

Removing the gloves from his hands, Steve turns around on his feet towards the soldier, carrying a huge satisfied smile on his curved lips.

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Bucky looked down at the pillow in his hands before tossing it onto the bed and following Steve. He had noticed his bag earlier but didn’t say anything about it, figuring whatever Steve put in there wasn’t really his business. Though he was curious. 

ᅠHe furrowed his brow at the sight of the book, wondering for a second if it was some type of storybook before realizing it was a notebook. No, not just a notebook- it was a sketchbook.  An image passed through his mind of Steve’s hands, much smaller, scratching shapes in a ratty old book that was all but falling apart. 

ᅠHe looked back up, taking in his friend’s body language, which seemed nervous. He didn’t like that, his protective instincts blaring. He may not remember everything, but he knew making sure Steve Rogers was okay had always been a top priority.  “I remember that. You drawing.” He walked past him towards the couch, putting a, what he hoped was comforting, hand on his back as he passed. 

ᅠSitting back against the couch, he listened to Steve’s explanation. He found himself eager to know what images the book held inside- whether or not it helped his memories. He wanted to know about their time together, what they did for fun, the things they got up to that formed a bond strong enough to break through decades of brain washing. “Yeah, can I- will you show me? I want to see.”

He's not really surprised about the fact that Bucky remembers him drawing, he used to do it all the time   —   but, of course, his skills have greatly improved   —.   Still somewhat dubious, Steve hands him the sketchbook.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   I also wan'ya to keep it. I, uh . . . I ain' gonna lie, Buck, I never lost the hope of giving it to you one day.   ❜

Deep down his heart, the captain always had the hint that they'd met again somehow. And, even if finding him took him by surprise, he knew that things would change much more than he could have ever expected.

Opening the sketchbook by the first page, the soldier can find a drawing of two kids playing outside in the streets. That was the day they met. Sarah worked with Winnifred for a couple of weeks and they both thought that, even if Steve used to be sick all the time for different illnesses, they'd be a great pair of friends. Mothers are never wrong.

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Mj gave him a look and rolled her eyes. “No.” She said simply- she never really had bedtime stories read to her- her mom never did it… and her only did it a few time before he died...

“Just couldn’t sleep..” She said softly. “Couldn’t turn my brain off so I was up reading and I heard the punching bag shaking.” She stated. “Knew you probably could use some company.” … She could use the company new. 

                      But Mj never often admitted when she needed comfort. It was hard for her to ask - what would she say? and what would she ask for? Mj didn’t really know what she wanted or needed from Steve. Just being near him already gave her a little bit of comfort. 

The fact that she can't sleep either doesn't worry him at all. He knows how it feels so, why push her? Almost finishing the pie in two bites, still focused on her response, Steve shakes his hands clean before rubbing the lasts crumbs out of his palms against his sweatpants. 

Company. No, he doesn't want company in moments like those where he's in a constant fight with his head, but he isn't going to kick her out   —   especially after taking her time to bring some food for him with the clear intention of comforting him   —.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Have ya' ever hit one of these?   ❜

The question leaves his mouth without even thinking about it, but at least, sounds fun. Passing MJ away towards the bench, Steve grabs a pair of clean black bandages.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Gimme your hands, little Rocky. Gonna show ya some moves.   ❜

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“Hey Steve, i can do it.” Bucky said quickly as Steve got up and hurried to the kitchen before Bucky himself got up from the floor and quickly walked after the other. Tea usually made everything better but right now he wasn’t all to sure if he wanted Steve to handle boiling hot water. He really didn’t like the thunder at all but for better or worse, the brainwashing had helped him at least keep it under the surface when around people at the very least. But alone? He wouldn’t do much better than Steve.

“Let’s go for the apple one.” Bucky sigh as he put an hand on Steve’s shoulder before turning the other man so he was facing Bucky. “Hey…. You’re here with me, we’re in New york, we’re not back in Germany. We’re far away. It’s okay Steve.” He said calmly as he focused the normally rather eerie stare at Steve. Bucky really had the defenition of a thousand yard stare which probably wasn’t the most comforting but right now? Anything was better than the thunder.

For the first time in years   —   many, many years   —   Steve feels useless. The simple task of taking an easy decision such as picking a flavor for their tea is making his brain collapse. Why does he have the urge to start crying? Why does he feel so scared his hands can't stop shaking? Gulping a huge knot within his throat, the captain nods at the other handing him the different small boxes.

He nods a few times when he's brought to reality as the soldier's hands are placed on his shoulders, raising his eyes towards the clearer ones. He's there, in Brooklyn. The war ended almost seventy years ago. They have a new life now. Everything is better now.

But then, why does he feel like that? Why's his mind playing dirty at this point? Maybe it's just stress. Maybe he needs some holidays like Natasha said the last time they met.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Apple is fine.   ❜

He murmurs, drawing a fleeting smile that barely curves his lips for a second right before puckering them.

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“ Hey,  Cap. ”   Tony’s  been  looking  for  him  most  of  the  day.  It  was  never  normally  this  difficult  to  track  down  Captain  America  when  he  needed  him,  especially  because  he  was  so  willing  to  help  or  was  already  helping  somebody  when  he  searched  for  him.  But  today  that  clearly  wasn’t  going  to  be  the  case. 

He’d  gone  to  the  compound  first  but  he  was  nowhere  to  be  seen.  Nobody  seemed  to  know  where  he  was  which  made  it  all  the  more  concerning  to  Tony.  It  wasn’t  like  him.  Now  it  was  less  a  case  of  thinking  he’d  finally  run  off  and  more  a  case  of  worrying  that  something  had  happened  to  him.  

Normally  he  would  never  dream  of  showing  up  at  the  Captain’s  own  home,  but  Tony  was  out  of  options  and  now  he  was  a  worried  friend.  Now  just  a  team  mate.  

When  no  answer  came  from  the  front  door,  he  tried  the  handle  and  to  his  surprise  he  walked  right  in.  

“ Rogers? ”   Nothing.  He  kept  walking  and  then  made  his  way  out  back  when  he  finally  caught  sight  of  the  familiar  figure  siting  outside  in  the  yard.   “ There  you  are.  Are  you  trying  to  give  me  a  heart  attack? ”

When  Steve  doesn’t  immediately  respond  Tony  moves  closer  and  then  sits  himself  down  beside  him  silently  observing  the  other  man  until  he  finally  breaks  the  silence  between  them.  “ Hey,  are  you  okay?  I’ve  been  looking  everywhere  for  you. ” 

Bowing his head down, Steve stares at the content of his mug as if it's the most interesting thing he has ever witnessed. The truth is that he's trying to contain his crying as much as he can. He's not the kind of man who thinks that doesn't have the right to cry, or that that could make his masculinity disappear   —   that's bullshit   —.   He just doesn't want to feel sad, but he misses his mother more than any other thing from his past.

So lost in his own thoughts, Steve doesn't notice Tony's presence until he hears something about a heart attack, quickly pushing him back to reality as he raises his crystal eyes towards the genius. Standing up as he drinks from the mug to pretend everything is okay and hide a sniff, the captain shrugs his shoulders slightly, shaking his head.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Yeah, yeah, I, uh . . . y'know, some times alone doesn't hurt anyone, right? 'M fine, just having tea and staring at the sky.   ❜

He's really praying for anything he knows for Tony to not ask what's going on, why his lower lip trembles, nor why he looks like a lost, beaten puppy.

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Just as Mj was about to prepare her words of attack. Steve beat her to it….

Mj’s eyes widened - she felt the blood rush hot through her body. Truly, she wasn’t to surprised Steve took the initiative but she really hopped he wouldn’t have. Mj covered her mouth in shock… she lowered her hands felt her fists clench. Her coworkers froze as well as the patrons in the bar and stared. 

A part of her was grateful Steve stepped in… she’s never had someone so attentive and protective of her. But goddamn it… She told him not too.. 

“Steve!” Mj didn’t yell. But her voice was strong and forceful. What was happening… her eyes were starting to swell up with tears…. she was embarrassed.

The men did as Steve said and dropped cash on the table. “k-keep the change.” She mumbled and the stumbled and rushed out. 

Mj froze a moment looking at the cash on the counter and then looked to Steve. She was trying her damned hardest to not have those tears fall down her face. She didn’t need to deal with that too. Her co-workers stared at her and at Steve. Mj walked out from behind the bar to Steve. “Please leave and I’ll meet you outside.” She said trying to not have her voice break. A tear fell and she quickly whipped it away. Not looking at Steve she continued her Job.

She took the cash and cleaned up the empty glasses on the counter and started to settled up the tab on the till.

One of her co-workers came up to her. “That was Captain America.” She girl said stars-trucked. 

“Yeah.” Mj replied trying to focus on what she was doing on the till. 

“Wow…  Ok that was intense - is he liked your dad or something?”

Immediately Mj felt her body tense up. She felt her heart beating in her chest. Father. That word held a lot of baggage. “No. He’s not my fucking dad.” She walking passed her and cleaning up what was left of the tasks. The feeling of loss and abandonment settled into her stomach. Her feelings were too strong her her to understand this but It sometimes scared Mj how much Steve loved her. And how much she loved him. How much he cared…

Mj went to the back room to collect her things before clocking out and meeting Steve outside….

It's not until the guy obeys Steve's requests that he lets him go, shaking his own hands together with a huge, satisfied smirk plastered on his face. A gesture that suddenly fades away when his eyes meet MJ's. She's so disappointed that is scaring him. Well, maybe his reaction has been a little, little exaggerated —   he could have asked politely   —   but that's the only way men like those can understand and learn how to treat people. Licking his lips as his nostrils beat open a couple of times, Steve ends up nodding his head just one time with a puckered mouth. He has fucked up her night, but, what she was expecting? Him staying silent, sat on his chair? Not even in a thousand lives.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Yes, ma'am.   ❜

He only replies with a thin thread of voice, not sure if she has heard him, right before leaving once he's paid for his drink and left some good tip   (   of course   ).   Once the main door to the bar is closed behind his back, the captain crosses the road to his bike parked in front of the place to take a seat on it. He doesn't know how much will she last till finishing her shift, but for sure Steve will wait for her.

Minutes. It takes her minutes to leave the bar, hoping she hasn't been fired because of his behavior. Standing up with a regretful sight in his eyes, Steve keeps his hands inside the pocket of his jeans. He doesn't even know what to say besides how sorry he is and his true intentions, preferring to stay in silence and turn the floor over her now.

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She heard Steve stand and close the door, but that hadn’t been what she’d meant. She was sure that Steve wasn’t the only one looking for her, SWORD were likely on her tail and she didn’t put it past them to tap Steve’s phone for any sort of lead. She leaned on the wooden wall of the phonebox, peering out of the plastic window panes to the empty village around her.

Wanda listened as he apologised for not being there, for forgetting her. “Yeah, that’s a lot of that going around.” She muttered darkly. Not only had Steve vanished, Clint had gone back to his real, proper family. All the Avengers had returned to their real families and not just the family that they pretended the Avengers was, leaving Wanda who’d had no one but them.

She swallowed the bitterness on her tongue. “Steve, that’s not my home anymore. Whatever home I had in New York was blown to Hell.” It seemed to be a theme with the places she called home. “And I can’t be safe there anymore with SWORD wanting my head.” She added.

After a pause, she spoke again. “And neither can you.” She added, tears forming slightly in her eyes. “Look, Steve, I can’t be around people right now. You know what happened, I can’t risk that happening to anyone else. I have to get a hold of myself, alone.” She tried to be firm even though she was sure that Steve would not accept this deal.

Steve hears every single word she utters, noticing at any moment the tone of her voice   —   guilt, sadness, remorse   —, not focused on anything else even if his eyes are glued to the huge, large glasses forming the office he's been reclused in. Nailing an elbow on the desk, onto the maps he drew to not use any kind of technology   (   or limit the use to the minimum   ),   the captain rests his chin on the palm of his hand. God, she's so stubborn that her words make him sigh and roll his eyes. Good point: he's a man of absolute certainties.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ❛   Listen to me, Wanda. I am back. I have the shield back, and I ain't lettin' anyone lay a finger on you, 'aight? The government, SWORD, what's left from SHIELD   —   d'you think they wanna fight against me? 'Course not. So, lemme help, please. 'M the only one who can protect you right now, we will sort this out together. There's no way 'm leaving you alone again   —   no way.   ❜

He's desperate, of course, he is. Steve has looked at her with the same shiny eyes he'd look at his young sister. And he felt desolated when he knew about the horrifying news. People around them tend to forget that, at the end of the day, she's nothing but a scared kid who has lost any single thing she has ever loved.

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Steve has spent the last hour reading the file about Daredevil and watching some impressive footage of different cameras around the city. His skills are mind-blowing. He hasn't ever heard about him before, but sure he did about Matthew Michael Murdock — the man hidden behind the red mask —. The most surprising thing about him, besides being some kind of lawyer ( the captain hasn't reached that part to properly know what he does ), is that this guy is blind. As he can read, Matt lost his sight when he was just a kid after an incident with radioactive material, as the file doesn't specify how that happens, he'll think about the ‘wrong place, wrong time’. That doesn't stop him from becoming a crime-fighter, in the court and on the streets though. Steve doesn't know him personally, but he admires him more than he admires anyone at this point. And better say it's not because of his lack of sight, but because he couldn't be one person during the day and a completely different one when the night falls above the city. He's tired just by imagining it.

The captain isn't wondering himself any more about why Stark wants him so badly to join them. Not as an avenger, because they're not them anymore, but to his group of weird people as the genius calls them all — including himself —. And that's his job now, find Matt and try to convince him to be part of them. Steve is conscious that he's a lone wolf and that it takes him more time than with others, but he'd be a good hire.

It's raining in New York, in fact, they're under a tornado warning, and, yes, Steve would prefer to stay in the safe and comfortable Compound instead of leaving to tour a neighborhood ( or whatever Hell's Kitchen is considered ) he has never been to before. Someone has to do the job, right? This time, at least, he isn't wearing his blue dark uniform, nor carrying the shield ; he doesn't think it's necessary. In the end, they're just going to talk about Stark's new initiative.

Preferring this time to drive a car instead of his bike, for more than obvious reasons, Steve leaves the facilities by the back entrance, heading to the main hallway that connects with the city. He doesn't need to use the navigation, but being the prime time of people leaving their places to work, he's indeed going to use it to find the fastest way to arrive at his destination. And he reaches it in less time than expected, turning to be closer than he thought.