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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 2 years ago

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A Morning with the Nessian Family

Inspo: @sunshinebingo Go see her Gwynriel version. This is for @nestaarcheronweek

6:30am

Nesta and Cassian were early risers. They been that way since they had their five daughters. Cassandra, Silvia, Nora, Angelia, and Matilda. Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora were triplets while their younger sisters were twins. Having to wake up this early meant either one of the two things. One, one of the twins (or both) were crying. Or two, it was time for the triplets to go to school.

Nesta heard her husband’s alarm clock go off from his side of the bed and felt him move his arm to turn it off. “Please tell me it’s daylight savings and we get to sleep for 2 more hours.” Nesta heard Cassian groan as he rolled over on his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Nesta gave him a sleepy-like giggle. “If only that were the case. What day is it today?” she asked as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and turned it on, averting her eyes from the light. “It’s...Thursday. The girls have PE today.”

“I’ll get started on the wash.” Cassian said as Nesta agreed to wake up the girls. Nesta rose from her bed along with Cassian and made her way to their daughters’ bed room. Once inside, she noticed that their room looked exactly the same as last night. Dirty. While a ton of toys on the floor and two dirty blankets that definitely belonged to Nora. Nesta went over to her eldest daughter Cassandra and lightly shook her. “Mmm, Mommy?” she said, the word ‘mommy’ always sent a soundwave of love into Nesta’s heart. “Morning sweetheart. It’s time to get ready for school.”

“But I don’t wanna. It’s too early.” Cassandra whined as Nesta laughed. “But you have PE-”

“PE!? DODGEBALL!” Cassandra screamed, fully awake as she jumped out of her bed and proceeded to wake her sister. Nesta couldn’t help but laugh at the serious 180 her daughter pulled.

6:45am

“Daddy! You promised.” Cassandra said while holding onto her black pegasus that she got for Christmas. Cassian rolled his eyes as he finished putting on his shirt. “I didn’t promise anything. You’re too young to date.”

“But I want a boyfriend.” Cassandra whined as her father sighed. Cassian walked out of his room to check on the twins, Cassandra following close behind. “Please!”

“No!”

“But Daddy!” Cassandra whined again when Cassian entered the room and noticed that his wife was already dressing up Matilda. Matilda was the only one in the family besides Nesta who didn’t have wings. Not that any of her big sisters minded. They even hoped that their other sisters won’t have wings like Matilda. Like that would ever happen...

Nesta smirked at Cassian. “Cassie, is Daddy telling you you can’t have a boyfriend?” Cassandra nodded at her mother. “Daddy thinks I’m too younger. But I’m already five.”

“Cassie’s getting a boyfriend?” Everyone looked to see Nora and Silvia popping up in front of the door way. “I wanna boyfriend.”

“Me too.”

“Me three.” A noise coming from their now awake daughter Angelia filled in with agreement, though Nesta doubt she understood the argument. Cassian looked down at his daughters as they continued to pester their father, eager to get what they want. “Um, honey?” Nesta giggled. “Alright girls, settles down. Or else you won’t get to play dodgeball at school today.” That seemed to get the girls attention as they all raced to their room to finish getting dressed.

Cassian sighed in relief. “What will I do without you?” he said as he gave Nesta a kiss on her lips. “Probably give into the cuteness of our daughters and give them a boyfriend.” Nesta answered as Cassian shuddered at the memory.

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7:15am

“Kids! Breakfast!” Cassian called from the kitchen as Nesta came down with her two twins and placed them in their high chairs. Followed behind her, Cassandra and her triplet sisters raced downstairs each fully clothes and ready for school. “Chocolate pancakes, chocolate pancakes!” They all chanted as Cassian smiled and rolled his eyes, giving each of his daughters a chocolate chip pancake. “Can Angelia and Matilda have one too?” Silvia asked as her father looked at their mother.

Angelia and Matilda started teething a couple of days ago. Making it harder for Nesta to breastfeed them. Maybe it was time for them to try solid food. Nesta nodded as Cassian smiled. “Of course they can.” he said making a small chocolate chip pancake for the twins. The twins eyes the pancake in confusion, but once Angelia had hers in her mouth, she chirped happily. Matilda did the same after eating hers.

The triplets cheered for their sisters as they continued to eat their breakfast.

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7:30am

Cassian and Nesta had just finished packing their twins bags for daycare when they heard crying coming from the girls bedroom. Cassian groaned. “I swear if those three are fighting on which shirt is which,”

“I’ll take care of it.” Nesta replied before Cassian could finish. After heading upstairs, Nesta walked into the girls’ bedroom to find Nora crying, Silvia rubbing her back, and Cassandra searching around the bedroom. “What’s wrong Nora?” Nesta asked as Nora sniffed. “I lost Mrs. Sparklemane.” Mrs. Sparklemane was the purple pegasus that she got for Christmas last year. It was her favorite plushie to play with alongside her sisters’ pegasi Silver and Death. “Well, when was the last time you’ve seen her baby?”

“I put her over there.” Nora replied pointing at their closet. It wasn’t there now. Just a pile of dirty clothes that her husband forgot to wash. Nesta sighed. “Didn’t I tell you girls to clean up last night?” she asked as Silvia nodded. “Yes Mommy.”

“This is what happens when you don’t clean girls. You loose things.”

“Can’t we just clean up now?” Cassandra asked after searching the room for her sister’s favorite toy. Nesta shook her head. “No baby, it’s time for school.” Nesta told them as Nora sniffed a bit.

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7:35am

“Alright girls, time to get in the car.” Cassian called out as only Nora sadly walked downstairs with her bookbag. Cassian was caught up to speed about what happened today so he wasn’t surprised to find his daughter walking sadly downstairs. “Hey, come on sweetie. We’ll find Mrs. Sparklemane when we get home this afternoon, okay?” Nora’s father said as Nora nodded sadly and got in the car. Nesta got in on the passanger side after strapping in her twins. “Honey, where’s Cassandra and Silvia?”

“NORA!” Both parents turned to find their daughters running towards the car and hoping inside holding their pegasus plushie. “We’re sorry we couldn’t find Mrs. Sparklemane.”

“So we wanted you to take Death and Silver.” Cassandra finished for Silvia as they placed them in Nora’s arms. Nora gasped when she felt them in her grasp. “Thanks Cassie. Thanks Silvia.” she said as her big sisters hugged their little sister. “Just give them back to us by the end of the day okay?” Cassandra said as Nora nodded in agreement

Cassian and Nesta smiled at their daughters. They did well raising those three. “Alright girls, time to get to school.”

“Wait!” The yell coming from Silvia almost startled her parents. “I have to pee.” Silvia said as she hopped out of the car and rushed straight to the bathroom. Nesta laughed as Cassian rolled his eyes as they waited for their daughter to come back.

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Bonus= 1:37pm

Nesta and Cassian walked into the principals office noticing their two eldest daughters holding a very nervous Nora as she cling onto their two pegasus plushies. Their principal looked up to see their parents. “Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Archeron.” he said as the triplet’s parents looked at the principal. “We got a call saying that our daughters were in your office. Exactly what happened today?” Nesta asked as the principal walked them through what happened.

Apparently, Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora got into a fight with another little boy about their age. The boy was with the school nurse but the triplets didn’t suffer any injuries at all. “That’s not what happened.” Silvia said as the adults turned to her. “Matthew was picking on Nora.” she said with ease as Nora flinched at his name. “Nora told him to stop but then Matthew said...” their eldest daughter trailed off as she gestured to Nora that she should say it. Nora gulped down her fear. “Matthew told me that it’d be better if my wings were clipped. I asked him what he meant so he said, ‘Girls shouldn’t have wings at all.’”

No amount of anger burned hotter than Cassian and Nesta’s. Not only did the boy insult their daughter, he also insulted her entire heritage. Cassian and Nesta turned sharply at the principal who looked just as shocked as they were. “Did you know about this?” Nesta asked as the principal shook his head. “Where is that little boy?”

“Cassian-”

“I just wanna talk to his parents. And possibly break a few legs.”

“Cassian!”

“Can I break one leg?”

“You’re not breaking any legs.” Nesta replied as Cassian pouted a bit. “But we are going to have a chat with that boy’s parents.” Nesta declared as the principal gave them the student’s full name. Luckily their was only one Matthew so it wasn’t hard to find him. Or his parents.

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Long story short, those parents got a massive amount of suing from the Archeron Family. And I mean the ENTIRE Archeron Family.

#Nessian #nestaweek2023 #Cassian #Nesta #OC Cassandra #OC Silvia #OC Nora #OC Angelia #OC Matilda #Archeron family

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capricornsysmadd · 7 months ago

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hello! this is @the-capricorn-system 's blog for our ocs and paracosm stuff! they/them, or individual headmates pronouns (ask if youre unsure!)

also sam is very much our go to name for self inserts and ocs lmao

list of our ocs under the cut!

original universe:

raphael: an angel with red hair and white wings. our pfp! also our main oc! same pronouns as me!

leaf: an avian with black hair and wings, and white eyes. her hair normally covers her eyes, so no one has seen them. is also in undertale purple. twins with tristan. she/her. girlfriends with amber

tristan: a cat hybrid with black hair and one red eye, one brown eye. normally covers his red eye with his hair in solidarity with leaf. is also in undertale purple. twins with leaf. he/him

amber: a selkie with dark blue eyes and white hair. she/they. girlfriends with leaf. also in undertale purple.

honourable mentions, or ocs that arent ours but are often used in tandem with ours:

raven: our brothers oc, go check him out at @cookie-block or @pizza-hut-official (hes more likely to answer asks on pizza hut tbh lol)

feather: a close friends oc! unfortunately he doesnt have tumblr, but if you guys are interested in his oc welll talk to him about maybe answering a few questions!

my hero academia:

yori: sams older sister and main carer. unfortunately i havent thought of a quirk for her. she/her.

sam: his quirk is shapeshifting, or rather mass movement. he can shapeshift into any animal smaller or the same size as him, or any person. however, he cant shift into people with mutations, ie, tsu. he/him. pre universe destroyed, hes a fairly chill kid who is in 1b. post universe destroyed, however...

ace attorney:

sam: he becomes a fairly angry person. he changes his hair colour to a bright blond, and starts studying to become a defence attorney. eventually, he finds the person who destroyed his universe and kills him. it/its.

the henry stickmin collection:

samael: the leader of angelia, a clan that tries to feed the poor and hungry. very kindly, and always tries to help those down on their luck, but wont hesitate to kill if hes been betrayed. has brown hair. he/him

fnaf:

were. not entirely sure how to explain our fnaf paracosm. its very much an alternate universe lol.

okay well give it a shot:

sam: got isekaid into the fnaf universe from our universe. he then gets picked up by henry emily, who gives him a place to stay. sam discovers that rather than william afton being the bad guy, amanda afton is the murderer. were not going to spoil too much actually bc were writing a fic for it, well link it here when we publish it!

tma:

sullivan: an avatar of the dark, he used to work at the magnus institute and is the only one of gertrudes assistants to survive. he wears sunglasses because hes essentially blind in the light, due to his eyes being reversed (not literally, i just dunno what word to use).

scp:

oh. ohohohphohphohohohoh!!! we have a lot of scp ocs (perks of being a fan for over two year now apparently)

technician moon: our oc for our siblings and ours fan site, site 47! its literally soulless, due to its mother being an anomaly which weirded out the hume levels around her, causing moon to be born with no soul and no emotions. they use they/it, and have a partner called micheal (pronounced my-KEE-al). nicknamed by our other ocs as techy. has white hair.

micheal: head researcher of site 47, specifically looks after the keter scps. also uses they/it pronouns. fairly relaxed, but wont hesitate to fight people if they feel the need.

masky: this ones a bit cringe but. so is everything. masky is a branch that technician moons universe can go down, where moon has a theory that what 035 gets rid of is their hosts soul, so it gives themself up to be a host for 035. luckily for moon, theyre right, which leads to a "two minds one body" sorta situation, where both moon and 035 (later nicknamed skip by moons friends, and "that bastard who lives on my face and doesnt even pay rent" by moon) have to live inside the same body. luckily, their personalities are different enough to know whos talking. their eyes will say whos in control, if their eyes are brown, its moon, if theyre purple, its skip, and if their right eye is purple and their left is brown, its both.

dass: our take on the main character of scp:cb, if he wasnt stuck in a timeloop hed be classified as an scp, due to the fact that he can save anywhere, and reload to that point in space and time if he dies, or, in the case of this specific time loop, if he finished the game. he also has two ghosts following him, michael and ana, both of whom used to be d-class, but died due to various experiments (ana died from scp 009, and is the body you see under the ice in game, michael died from a currently undecided scp). oh yeah, and he can see all the d-class that any specific person has gotten killed surrounding that person.

dash six: our o5 oc, most of the info for them is on our scpverse blog @the-real-o5-6, so go check us out there!

pyleos: they live in a universe where most scps dont exist, however, there are still two. and one of those scps is some kind of beast, who chases pyleos and his family out of their home. whilst running away from this beast, pyleos and his younger brother get seperated from the rest of their family, and end up in a government adjacent base. the government adjacent people threaten to hurt pyleos' little brother if he doesnt go throught this door (the other anomaly in that universe) that leads to the scp universe, so he goes through. he then spends a year there, and goes through wacky hijinks and shit.

currently unnamed: pretty much my only oc that interacts with canon characters. basically, an agent. has three partners, ana, thomas, and james, nicknamed timmy! works under clef. a system, the alters who tend to front are sam (host), agent (protector) and raphael. agent is also a sub-system.

solarballs:

leyan: an ex-planet from another solar system, called the twos system, because there were two stars, two planets, and two moons. leyan was a rocky planet, who orbited around a brown dwarf called erus. the other star was called cerb, and the other planet was a gas giant callled gali, and he orbited cerb. the two moons orbited leyan, the biggest one was called phonee, the smaller one was perseh. if you want to know what happened to them, ill happily talk about them on my other blog, @might-be-capricorn!

heavens official blessing:

mi quan (pronounced mee chan): a junior official, serves under mu qing. pretty much the most senior of them all, has been with mu qing for nearly 800 years old. also they used to be a ghost. theyre around 12000 years old, and have a brother. they/them. used to be a calamity.

mi xing: mi quans brother, also a junior official, he works under feng xin. the two of them dont get along at all. he/him

no name yet: mi quans partner, also a junior official under mu qing, also a ghost. the two of them were childhood friends. they/them

☆~○~♡~○~☆

uhhh thats all i can think of for now- if you want more information about any of them lmk!

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charmed-asylum · 3 years ago

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RUMOR HAS IT

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x Angelina Fury (OC) Word count: 7,329

SUMMERY: Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone’s dirty laundry.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️. It’s gonna get dark as we get deeper into the story. No one under age of 18 read this. Many dark themes. Before you ask there gonna be some thing explain later on in the story. THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. BITCH FIGHT /MOODY TEENS BLACKMAIL/ SEXUAL ASSULT/PERSON BEING DRUG is some of many warning. Everyone is 18 while Steve cute as he is 20 and Bucky is 19.

A/n: I wanna thank @sage1998c for coming to me w this. I hope I make you proud. If you wish to be added let me know if you wish to tell me I need to sit my booty down okay let me know I got a donut really for my buttocks. Also sorry for the 50 days delay grad school and a shitty computer can do that to you. Also tumblr hates me huh

Based on this Request: Hi I was wondering if you would please consider doing a dark Steve high school au story starting Kat Graham as the main oc/face claim. I would really appreciate it if you would think about it.

Tagged: @patzammit @what-is-your-wish @cjand10@sage1998c @deceitfuldevout@sage1998c @david-winters-93 @alagalaska

Pervious Chapter // Master List// Rumer Has it ML

CHAPTER 2: I write sins not Tragedies

Hot touch covered her with a pitch of cold sweat. Screams grew louder by the minute. A blurry vision of flames and hands came to sight. Quit whispers mumbled into white noise. Then it all went black.

“AHH” Angelina screamed out, jumping up in her queen size bed. Tears welcome soft cheeks. Bending over, she started counting back from 100. Without thinking, she traced the three-long line scar on her upper back.

Rumor has it now had over 10 million fans, and it’s only been out for a few months. It was getting harder to please folks and keep others in check. But she was cooking on something big. Something that makes those tiny tales and stories sounds like a nursery rhyme.

She turned to her side and pulled out her NIKE runner shoes from under the bed and keys decided it was a good time to run.

Zipping up her red Fabletic hoodie, she sneaked past the nosy shower and unprompted concert her dad was giving them out the front door. She felt something she had been feeling for two weeks now, a presence lurking around her. Bending down to tie her shoes, she checked for the flip blade she had hidden in her sock. Angelina slowly peeks in the reflection of the side mirror to see if it was anyone, none.

No one knew it, Angelina reminded herself.

Getting up to stretch her back a bit, securing her nightstick she stole from her dad the day she came back.

The breeze felt good as Angelina jogged down the empty suburban streets. The only people out were the newspaperman and a few crusaders that survived last night. Felt good.

“ On you left,” a voice shouted out before passing you.

A childish chuckle left as Angelina pushed a bit harder to catch up. Trying harder as hard as she could, she finally caught up to Steve, shouting out, “on your right.”

They both kept pushing one another, trying to win. After a bit, Angelina had to stop and ran into a neighbor's front yard. Steve shortly joined beside her. He was laughing a bit harder than average, holding his lower stomach.

He turns to her and stares. She was out of breath, puffing her chest in and out, making it pop out a bit in her navy blue sports bra.

“ Ain’t you a bit out of place, Rogers,” Angelina said, still out of breath.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as the sweat dripped down her neck and her chest went up and down. He wasn’t going to say anything to her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Steve has been doing that a lot lately by coming by to watch her house. After the second set of pictures Brock gave him: her in the girl locker room and coming out of the pool, he needed more. He looked down at her crotch area. Those panties would do, he thought to himself. He was already making a plan to pop in while she was away at cheerleading practice. That was the newest thing he did. It started two weeks ago when he started to come over. The window was open, and again he found himself going through the principal bedroom.

“ Not even Bucky can keep up. Is there anything you can’t do” Steve asked, lending his on the right hand?

“ Pee standing up is for one, so I guess you beat me there, for once,” Angelina said, slowly getting up.

Sweat peaks from under her sports bra. Steve had this discussion with himself for a bit, but he concluded she was 38c. As if the thought alone wasn’t making him feel something he should, her stretching made him grow incredibly hard.

“-Bucky, wow, he looks like a pig running around in the mud,” Angelina said, laughing at the memory.

He has been seeing her and Bucky together, never for long but always a couple of times a day. He tried asking Bucky about it, but he never answered, just told him it was nothing. He hated that he kept him in the dark and that he had secrets. Most of all, he had what he wanted, a relationship with Angelina.

“ You spend a lot of time with James,” Steve asked.

She didn’t answer him; instead of pretending, he didn’t say anything and looked at the mailman drive past.

“ Getting later than I wanted. Good run. Maybe next time, pace yourself better. You could have beaten me if you don't overdo yourself half a mile in,” Angelina said before running off.

The grip he had with the grass tighter. Breath stopped as he tried to calm himself. But it didn’t work. He knew she wanted him. It was plain as day, but she kept saying or doing something to upset him. He knew it was the price he had to pay after everything he went through.

Clicks of locks and chatter fill the abyss of the busy hallway—most in their groups, some alone, all reading and gossiping about the latest stories.

Rumor Has it some people were never taught the golden rule to treat others the way you want to be treated. It looks like Mr. Doom got some learning to do. Someone was voted most unlikeable.

Even if there wasn’t any news coming around, most people brought it on themselves to start up a game of it. Rumor has it. Make bets dares out of all of it.

Steve hated it. Instead of talking about the accomplishments he made like they usually do, it was all about that stupid blog. His jaw clicked as he sat back against his locker, watching them all go about their business. Shoulder push out to look broader chest out to show his status. With a bump, he looked down on the floor jackpot, he thought to himself. One thing he was waiting for was his little treats. With a simple swipe, he slowly took his boot and dragged it closer to him. His palms grew sweaty with nerves and excitement. Once, he was inside an abandoned bathroom close by the older side of the school, his office. He opened it and started to paint. There she was in the pool floating after-hours with her top off. Steve's thick fingers gently traced the picture right on her nipples and lips. With another hand, he dug deep and stroked himself, tracing back to her nipples. She did this, he said to himself over and over. She was the one who made him do this. He was a good Christian boy, perfect, and she was the apple of the sin dress in white—his Angel. The picture suddenly started to crumble as he released it. His face was covered in sweat, hair dripping flick to his forehead out of breath fatigue.

DING-DING

Fixing himself a bit, he ignores the warning bell. A few pictures and words cover half of his reflection. Once he felt everything was back into place, he quickly left the bathroom with a click of a key he had hidden between his compress with a picture of Peggy. Maybe he will play dress-up with her this week and have her wear Angelina undies he stole or something.

“Woo punk, where have you been?” Bucky shouted out from behind him.

“ Just huh, having some alone time before class. What up, jerk” Steve asked, pulling his sleeves into place.

“Huh, you ask me. You've been acting pretty weird lately. Look, it’s okay I’m okay if your friends are still with Nat. I’m onto new and better things now,” Bucky boosted.

He rolled his eyes at that statement. He needed more people he could rely on, not people that have him question himself more than another.

“ Nothing Bucky. Just pump about the game,” Steve said.

He sighs and mumbles something under his breath.

“ Just great. Typical you. How could you? I thought you appreciated good home values as much as I did. Why do I see you with Angelina? Was Nat the only cheater” Steve hissed into Bucky's ear.

Bucky stops in the middle of the hallways and pushes Steve into a locker.

“ Say that again. You can not be serious. This is all about her. How has nothing ever changed? What are you talking about” Bucky said, holding up his casted arm to Steve's neck?

More people came around to watch—the attention he did not want. Pushing Bucky back, he walked outside the door to the track field. Bucky follows behind like he always does. Steve looks around, making sure they outrun everyone.

“ I went to the gym after that thing came out and saw you with her. Seems very close. You did not know she was coming back either. So when did you two spend all that time together” Steve said harshly.

Pulling his hand down his face, Bucky sighs and looks at Steve with a frown.

“ Ten months ago. When I was at my darkest, I was in the hospital dealing with this” he stops and points to his arm “ I do not know how but she was there one night. She was in a hospital gown, black leather jacket with studs, and combat boots with candy and a little teddy bear on a motorcycle in her hands. Hours we talked about old days. For next week each day, she came by at night. The day you came over, she was gone. I asked around no one even knew who I was talking about. Stevie. Day she came to school on her Harley was the first day I saw her since then. She knew how hard and far I had come. She was checking I did not have another slip-up. That girl is a Pandora box, Steve,” Bucky said.

“ Why didn’t you tell me at the end of the line, Buck. Who are you loyal to, huh, me or her” Steve asked, pissed.

Before he could say something, the loudspeaker went on.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IN LIGHT OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT COMING AROUND I PRINCIPAL FURY AND LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT, DECIDE TO ISSUE A CURFEW AND A PRENATAL CAP ON ALL ELECTRONICS. TO ADD ON, I KNOW YOU MAY HAVE QUESTIONS BUT ALL CLASSES WITH MRS. HALL HAS BEEN SUSPENDED AND BE TAUGHT BY MR. COULSON UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR. IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING THAT CAN BE USEFUL TOWARDS THIS OPEN INVESTIGATION, COME TO MY OFFICE OR A TEACHER.

Bucky looked at Steve then down at his phone as it started to light up.

“ That's Tony he said; come to the fountain. It's an emergency,” Bucky said and rushed past Steve but not before he could bump his shoulder into Steves. Steve frowned and punched the brick wall as a bit of blood covered his fingers; he glanced at his apple phone:

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Everyone settled around in front of the school, sitting down on its school fountain. Nat at the end with Bruce talking, making out. Tony next to Pepper talking over a class project and Peggy in her cheerleading uniform fixing her makeup. Angelina linger by a nearby tree in her mom jeans with a black belt with a heart on the front black tank top tuck in with crystal necklace wrap around her neck in one of her dad’s old flannel drooping over her tiny frame hair bone straight with her bangs tipping the top of her glasses reading Little Women.

Steve and Bucky rush to the group out of breath.

“ Tell me this is not true,” Bucky said, holding his phone up.

Tony peeks up from his shades and looks at the phone.

“ Yeah. Sam was pulled out from class. Next, I knew he was screaming at Fury. Hall has not left the office. Who would have known about this? This is next-level shit,” Tony said.

“ It has to stop. Who can be able to do something like this” Nat said, a little sad?

“ Was not me that all I know,” Peggy said.

Angelina pops off from the tree and walks over.

“ Peggy, no one said it was you. Stop with the William Shakespeare dramatics,” Angelina said with an eat-shit grin.

Peggy looks at her then back at Steve.

“ We know someone like you can not be behind it. It has to be someone else who would know of this. Teacher or something,” Steve said.

“ Yeah. I got better things to care about like Prom,” Peggy said, playing with her mirror.

“ I thought you did not care about this shit. Why do you care? Maybe it's your dad, and you're trying to cover it up,” Steve said with his hand intertwined with Peggy's.

“ You're right. It makes the most sense. My dad is the principal. However, he doesn't give a shit about all this. And he still has a flip phone. Stevie. I care because they outed me. They did everyone, but one, two, and three,” She said, pointing to Steve, Tony, and Pepper.

“ Hey, I am an open book. Alright. So leave me out of this,” Tony said, getting up.

Angelina laughed.

“ Just making a point,” Angina said, pulling her vape from her flannel pocket.

“ Anyway. I was thinking. Sam can not be alone. I am going to throw a party tonight,” Peggy said.

Brock talks over just that and screams,” PARTY AT PEGGY HOUSE TONIGHT.”

“ I assume this is open to everyone or stick up the ass club. Hey, sweet cheeks,” Brock said, giving Angelina a wink.

“ And with that, I am out. Too many Breakfast Club rejects,” Angelina said, walking off.

Brock let out a catcall and shook his head. “ Can you believe she is up for Prom Queen”?

Peggy's head quickly turned to him, “ WHAT.”

Brock smirks at her discomfort and walks off.

“ Maybe it's him,” Bucky stated.

With that, Steve nods and watches as the two walk further away. Tonight might be perfect.

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Fury marches back and forth. Fist under his chin, thinking. Angelina had her feet up on the chair, looking over Gram and texts to a few people.

“ I do not know how this happened. Hall is one of my best teachers. Two years. Sam is 18 now, which means since he was 16. That rape. Shit. Maybe I should rethink this curfew,” Fury said.

“ You and I both know you can not judge a book from its cover,” Angelina said.

“ Still, this is not good. What if one of these things makes someone do something crazy” Fury said.

“ You're right—your right, Fury. You tried to, and I do not know, hack it, see who is doing it. Can you do that knowing a guy” Angelina asked?

He shook his head.

“ You're my guy. Honey. I figured it out. Who is blowing up your phone” Fury asked with an eyebrow bend?

“ A friend. She wants me to come over. But maybe we can chill and stay in—play monopoly. Like we used to do,'' Angelina said, putting her phone down.

Bucky came in before stopping.

“ You wanted to see me,” Bucky said.

Fury looks at Angelina, then at Bucky.

“ Yes, Yes. Honey. Go over and be back by 10. I need to talk to Bucky,” Fury said. With a nod, she salutes Fury and walks out.

Fury waited a second before walking over to his desk and sitting down.

“ So James. Have anything for me” Fury asked.

“ No, Sir. Nothing,” Bucky said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

He nodded and hummed to himself. On his desk were a picture of him and Angelina and a woman in her forties.

“ Keep an eye out. I am doing a lot to make sure no one knows about what happened before. It would be a lot harder if people knew where exactly you were for those months,” Fury said.

Bucky sighs and rolls his eyes.

“ Yes, sir,” He said, then left.

“ Still think I am the worst Fury, Jamie,” Angelina said, waiting outside.

“ No, that bastard you called dad to be that. We gotta talk,” Bucky said.

She smiles and wraps her arm around Bucky’s neck and plays with his short bit curly neck hair.

“ And what is that?” Angelina said playfully.

Bucky looks at her lips before pushing her away.

“ Steve. He might know,” Bucky said.

Angelina's smile got brighter.

“ Know what, Bucky,” Angelina asked, hand on her hip.

“ About us,” Bucky said, flicking a finger between the two.

“ No, he does not. What if he does. We can be friends. Or this about the two of you. Little fun you two have now and then. Does Bucky want to have him join? We both know you two love each other. You probably bit more than him. Maybe we can kiss and tell,” Angelina teases.

“STOP. I'M NOT GAY. ANGIE. WE HAVE TO STOP TALKING. BEING AROUND EACH OTHER,” Bucky hissed, holding onto her bicep.

She pulled away and looked at him.

“ Do not worry. So afraid of Steve. What can he do, Bucky? You are a bipolar Winter Soldier. Could you not talk to me at the party? I don't particularly appreciate talking to you when you're like this,” Angelina said and walked off.

Bucky slid down the wall and pulled his head between his arms. If only she knew how dangerous he could be.

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Party was starting to get lively when Angelina walked in hours after. Peggy had more than a dozen handwritten notes in her locker. She had to tame her before it could get worse. She was already inching to release the next rumor.

Streamer and unwrap condoms fell from the ceiling and plaster over the walls. Drake boom from the nearby speaker. She walked against the sea of people looking for Peggy but found MJ with Peter in the kitchen.

“ Hey Angelina over here,” MJ shouted over the loud music. Peter had his arms wrapped around her shoulder, bopping his head to the beat the best he could.

“ What up, Jones Parker? So this is a Marvel High party,” Angelina asked, standing across the pair.

“ Yeah. I know, juvenile. Peter here, though, has to make an appearance. He is popular now. Congrats on the nomination. You got me and Peter vote,” MJ said, taking a sip.

She nodded her head and looked around. Her eyes slowly stop at a pair of brown eyes. Who spotted a similar look, one from her past often used. A chill covers her bare shoulder.

“ Hey, you cold,” a voice said from behind her.

Steve stood there with Bucky and Peggy right beside her.

Angelina looked back to see the pair of eyes had left.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Nice party Peggy. Guess you're more than a pleasant voice and nice boobs,” Angelina said nonchalantly.

Bucky sip on his drink and smirk.

“Well. You will be surprised by the many things I know how to do,” Peggy said.

Steve looks at her, and she must be still mad at the slip-up he had in the car, he thought.

“Did I hear a bitchy voice? I knew Angelina had to be nearby,” Tony said, walking over to toss an arm around her shoulder.

Curving her lips a bit, she bit down the never-ending need to roll her eyes.

“ Hey Tons, the only way you hear a bitch is by tuning up for tool R,” she said.

“ Cute. Well, Peggy Steve, I’m bored. Let’s play a game” he stops and looks around at all but one confused face. “Who's up for a game?” Tony asked, tossing his Tom Ford navy blue blazer over Angie. “ Sweet Peggy, be a host and get some more drinks,” Tony said, taking a sip of his drink.

“ No, I do it. I do not drink anyway. Peggy, which way” Angelina said, pushing from the counter.

“ That way, it's in the wine cellar,” Peggy said with a bit more sass.

Angelina rolled her eyes. Peggy really can not be mad at her for still getting nominated. Before she could cross past Peggy, she blocked her way out and gave Steve a passionate kiss on the lips. She was smudging her Bésame 1946 Red Velvet lipstick across his pink lips catching the whole room in shock.

“ He mines Bitch. Just like Prom Queen. Trash Bitch” Peggy hissed into her ear.

“ Whatever. I do not want him or care for the title. You're just a sad excuse, little girl. Soak it up. Because you are popping baby number four before you're 21,” Angina said toe to toe to Peggy.

Peggy frowned that it was something she confided in Angelina when that first night they were together. She was not even mad at her but the man she had just kissed. She always envies Angelina. Angelina knew that very much and always used it against her.

Angelina looks at the crowd around them and flips them the finger.

“ FUCK PLAYING GAMES WHO UP FOR TRUTH OR DARE,” she shouted out.

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Steve watches from across the circle at Angelina laughing at Peter trying to do the Unlock it ( Lock it) dance. He tried to talk to her, but Peggy was extra clingy.

“ Hey, have you heard from Sam?” Scott asked.

“ No. I haven't; he is not here?” Steve asked.

Peggy snorted at Sam's name.

“ Poor Sammy, baby. Now he is a boy I should have fucked. I bet he got a big fat dick,” Peggy giggled into Steve's sleeve.

“ She's just drunk,” Steve said, grabbing Peggy up.

Angelina stops and looks at the two.

“ Need me to lay her down?” She asked for a brow bent with suspension.

“ No, she's fine. Can you grab me some water” Steve asked?

Peggy pushes past Steve rocking back and forth.

“ I do not need a man or woman to help me. I fucking Marget Carter. You all should bow down and worship me. I am everything you losers are not. With a snap of the finger, I can end you,” Peggy said on baby deer feet.

Taking her arm, Angelina pushed back everyone.

“ Peggy, shut the fuck up. No one is trying to do anything to you. She is drunk. MJ Nat help,” Angelina said with others walking behind her.

Tony started to slow clap, laughing. “ One hell of a bitch, but damn, that demanding tone makes it even harder for me.”

Brock started to laugh with a bent-over wheezing laugh.

“ Follow me,” Steve hissed into his ear when everyone decided to watch Halloween instead.

Brock waited a bit and followed the golden prodigy to the garage. As soon as the door closed, Steve’s elbow was against Brock's neck. Eyes dark as the midnight sky, Steve pushed a bit harder.

“ You know, when I was younger. I had a pet dog. I loved that dog. Skippy was his name. He and I were unbreakable. Everywhere I went, he went. All until one day, Skippy decided to chew my GI Joe action figure. Even at my weakness, I still was able to snap that bitches neck into two. You, I do not like you. So what stops me from snapping this neck and tossing you beside Skippy” Steve said with a wide grin.

With one hand, he pulled a baggie of Brock's drugs and flicked it back and forth.

“ My sweet angel. As spicy as she is. She is a good girl. No drugs or liquor. Smokes only organic. She is perfect but if she likes anyone else who takes this she will be…. Well, fuck up. I want you to slip these into her drink and take some up-close pictures. Maybe one with a dick. With your phone this time. You got until the last person leaves this party if not. Before you even reach your car. Cops are up to your ass,” Steve said.

Brock's eyes grew ten times big.

“ You fucking stupid. That fucking jail time. I will be someone bitch. Fuck that. Angelina strong you think she will allow me to slip her a pill, you crazy man” Brock said, pushing Steve.

“ Did you forget? You are only one person bitch, and that my bitch. And I am ten times crazier than anyone you are ever going to meet,” Steve said, letting go and flicking the bag of drugs to his feet.

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She watched from the corner as MJ and Nat both gave up and left. Peggy had locked herself in the bathroom about five minutes ago, which led her to now pick the door open.

With one hard push, the door swung open.

“ You do care,” Peggy said with her arms wide open, mascara running.

“ That is a stupid question. You know I do. I shouldn’t with the crap you pulled down there. You were about to spill it. All we have done down the fucking drain,” she said, shaking her head.

Angelina looked at her and sighed, then got on her knees and put Peggy's cheeks into her tiny hands. Her ruby red nails gently rub her cheek.

“ You know I care. I didn’t know about the prom thing. I didn’t. It doesn’t matter if that’s why you're upset, don't worry, it’s just some silly contest. I used to be like you. I look at all the wrong reasons for validation. It became a drug I feed on. In the end, it was that same thing that ended up almost destroying me. “ Angelina said softly.

Peggy pushes at her and frowns.

“Nothing wrong with me. I got you and Stevie. We are going to be remembered for decades after we are gone. I heard something that can make us go to the next level,” Peggy whispered, pulling out a small baggie.

“ You shouldn’t depend on anyone. For most men. They only care about themselves. When I was younger, I learned about the 1st boy who showed me attention. I gave them a part of my sanity. To get it back, it cost my peace my soul” she stopped talking and touched her back “ Alright. If you feel it’s big, we put it in for the next one. You remembered how I taught you” she asked. Peggy went to grab her phone when there was a knock.

They look at each other. Angelina hushed Peggy's giggles and went to the door. Peaking out, she saw two glasses of water and a thing of pills. Picking up, she started to turn when someone startled her, making her drop the glasses on the floor.

“ Fuck. Really” Angelina said, pissed off, bending down to pick up the glass.

Brock smirks down at her.

“ But come on. I got you a little something. Think of it as a white flag. I surrender to you peaches,” Brock said, blocking the door.

Looking up, Angelina rolled her eyes, “ Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone. That would be a perfect parting gift, Olgar”.

“ Now I’m down for pet names, but that won’t do,” Brock said with a snap of the finger. A group of guys came out from a room and quickly grabbed her.

Music got loud, bumming through her body. She lands a few punches knocking a few of the men screaming. Times like this, she wishes she didn’t leave her bag in the car. Brock's laughter overpowers the music. She is not sure how it happened, but out of nowhere, someone forced her to take some pills. She tried throwing up, but between fighting them off and stopping from snatching her, she couldn’t stop the feeling from taking over.

A familiar rabbit hole started to come to focus, and the world around her began to melt in the walls.

“ No, “ Angelina shouted, pulling up her hands clawing at anyone coming close. Her hands were bloody from attacking, and the glass found its way back across her body.

“ Damn your one wild kitty. I know I’m supposed to be a gentleman to you and all, but you're too damn good to pass,” Brock teased.

“ Fuck you,” Angelina said wobbly.

Guys around her laughed as she kept trying to stand her ground. More she tried to fight the weaker she felt the world was bright lights and circles. Music started to flip words coming into her ear backward. Floors began to cave in. With one last warrior cry Angelina passed out.

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Steve waited downstairs by the rest of the guys listening in and out of whatever conversation they were having, putting in the bare minimum. He was over the whole thing till something caught his attention.

“ Man, she is one hell of a fighter. DAMN I hope Brock allows me a turn after he is done with her. I always wanted to fuck a black chick,” Jeffrey said, coming down with the rest of the Strike Gang.

He looked around for Angelina. Nat did mention that she was checking on Peggy, but how could Brock get a hold of her. Maybe giving him free rein wasn't the best idea.

“ Hey, have any of you seen Peggy?” Steve asks, looking around.

Everyone either shook his head or said no.

Taking each step by, too, he called out for Peggy but was looking for Angelina.

Little far up, he could see an intoxicated Peggy slowly walk out.

“ Where have you been?” Steve asks.

“ I don’t remember Fury was there, and she left. I came out, but Brock was with some chic,” Peggy snorted.

“ A girl,” Steve asked.

“Mmm,” Peggy said, playing with her nails.

Steve pushed past Peggy and into the room she had just come from. Brock was on top of someone grunting like a wild beast's hand around one's throat. Closer, he got more; he could see his poor Angel. Her eyes were close, but he could tell she was afraid tears would roll down her face, and her hands would come up to try to attack him time and time again. Anger grew by the minute. The more he watched, the angrier he got.

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Steve shouted out aloud.

Brock slowed down a bit and turned around to him; out of breath, he smiled, “ Getting my award.”

Steve jumped on Brock and started to attack him left, right, left-right. Even past the sound of bone cracking, he did not care. He was furious at himself. Punches after another until a sound breaks. Like a sweet violin, her cry broke. Slowly finding his footing, he stumbled to her, who was half undressed, dry blood covering across her body. With a bloody hand, he wiped the sweat off her face and gently picked her up bridal style, and walked out.

People surround the pair as he walks down the stairs. No matter how loud they tried to get though to talk, he didn’t answer. He didn’t listen. He just walked her out. To them, he was a hero without his plan work, without a doubt.

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- 2 and ½ weeks later -

“ And I knew. I had to do what I was born to do and protect my people. Steve stopped and thought about it, then scratched on his flashcards. Angelina was still out, and he decided to wait, asserting that she was his girlfriend.

“ I had to do the right thing. No one should have to go through something so horrible” Steve smirks at that one.

“ Mr. Rogers. Principal Fury is ready to see you,” Secretary said.

Fury was standing by the window, looking at the front of the school.

“ I am proud of my values. Work I put into this world to make it a better place, but what happened to my girl. Have to excuse my tardiness. I would have talked to you before today, just priorities. I should have protected her more,” Fury said, looking out.

“ Sir, I promise you that you did a hell of a job. They said she put up a fight, and they're going to find Brock soon. I’m just happy I was there,” Steve said.

Fury looks back at him and frowns.

“ Still, thank you, Mr. Rogers. We want to invite you to our house for dinner—you and your family tonight. Monday, I was hoping you could come back, and we can discuss your future. I have connections that can take you far,” Fury said.

Steve looks down and smirks. Life has been great; Angelina was on his side since she was in the hospital. Steve made sure to visit her once a day. Every day he would come by and leave her homework for her and even make her a unique blend of soup. With that, they grew closer. Everything was perfect, just a few things out of place.

“ Thank you, sir. I am there,” Steve said, getting up.

Peggy was waiting for him right at the front door in her cheerleader uniform.

“ Took you long enough. You know I never thought it would take me to have to hunt you down to talk to my boyfriend literally,” Peggy said, walking behind him.

Steve laughs and continues pretending she wasn’t there already thinking about his and Angelina's 1st kiss. Peggy ran up in front of him, blocking his view, her arms across her chest.

“ What, Carter?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“ WHAT I TELL YOU WHAT, STEVE. I DESERVE RESPECT, “ Peggy shouted.

“ What is this about?” Steve asked.

“ Maybe I should tell them what I know. It looks like everyone forgot all that I can do what I’m capable of. I bet that bitch and your little friend Sam learn their lesson, “ Peggy said

Steve stops and looks back at Peggy. The parking lot was still crowded, full of eyes and ears.

“ Come, let’s go to Lover Lane later. Like how we used to,” Steve said, holding her side.

“ Really ?” Peggy asked, rubbing his chest.

Steve nodded and bent to kiss her roughly on the lips with a quick look at his watch as he hopped on the bike. He had wished the next time he came here was with Angelina on their third date, one he would eat her out for the first time. Well, at least with her awake, not knocked out from the soup he made. Not like this. He could not worry about any exes or people trying to distract each other.

“ Steve,” Peggy repeated.

He looked at her, still sitting in the passenger seat. It was darker now, and he forgot how much time had passed.

“ You said something earlier about Sam. Do you know anything? Steve asked, turning around, so he was facing her.

Peggy smirks and folds her arms over her chest.

“You used to take me dancing,” Peggy said, looking out the window.

“ We both used to do a lot. I'm asking you something, Peggy. Do you know who is in charge of this stupid blog” Steve asked once more?

“ You used to look at me like I was your one only, but I knew once that girl came back. I lost. You always talk about the one who got away. Never a name, but I knew. I hated that bitch. Now it hits. It was her. The worst thing is I can see why. I want to be better than her '' Peggy said more to herself.

Steve looked at Peggy like she had three heads.

“ Dance with me,” Peggy said, getting out of the car and into the cold car.

His hands were as white as snow from the tight grip he had. What was she talking about?

Getting out, he followed her to the edge of the cliff, “ Peggy, I think we need to talk.”

“She never wants a freak like you. It doesn’t matter how much you try. You're still a loser. I think I don’t know, but I know. I know everything,” Peggy hissed to Steve.

His eyes widened at Peggy, who was having a belly laugh. She was laughing at him, just like the way they used to. He didn’t even realize he was doing till he felt a tap. His arms were tight around her neck. She tried calling out for help, but it didn’t matter. Slowly she dropped to the dirt ground. Still, Steve squeezed tight. Eyes wild.

“ You are not doing anything to me. I'm ALPHA. You will not take away all the hard work I have done!!”Steve whispered in her ear.

After her heart started to beep, he held her tighter like a rag doll and danced with her under the starlight. He imagined his and Angelina's 1st dance.

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Brock trips over his left foot as he leaves his safe house, a bag full of crumpled 20s and 1s mixed with drugs poking out.

He has been on the run for two weeks now. When he first went to Steve for help, he was quickly dismissed. He tried to put his case, but it didn’t work. He was screwed. Not only up for second-degree rape but drugs too, it wasn’t good. He had to get out and make it to fucking Mexico.

Popping the truck, he dropped the bag onto the ground and looked in terror. At least ten cop cars pulled up as he continued to look in.

“FREEZE” they shouted out.

Brock slowly turned around pulled out a gun, “ It wasn’t me. It was STEVE ROGERS. I DID NOT KILL HER”.

After a few seconds, Brock started to fire back, trying to run away. POW POW

Brock stops running, drops money and drugs, now painted with his blood. A couple of inches from the car inside, a glass eye corpse of Peggy Carter was there.

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“Suspect is Down. Repeat Suspect is Down,” a voice said over the COP RADIO APP.

Steve smiles and fixes himself in the rearview mirror.

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Angelina tilted down to look at him, trying to get his attention. She had her hair down to the side in a fishtail braid dress in a white lace summer dress that went to her knees. She bit the corner of her lip as she waited for him to roll the window.

“Hey, huh, just warning you, my dad is in a bad mood. So please don’t take any offense to it. Now that over, it’s only going to be the two of us till he gets out of his study, “Angelina said, lending to the side.

“Oh really. Is that so? Principal Fury on the warpath. Think I need to bring my shield with me” Steve asked, flexing his muscles.

Angelina smiled and hit him on the side.

“Alright, the caption settles down. Come on, I’m freezing my tits out here,” Angelina said, rubbing her shoulder pushing her boobs together without notice.

Before Steve could respond, Angelina was already walking inside, swaying her hips a bit.

He thought having a taste of her would be the death of him but coming home to the smell of a home-cooked meal and Angelina in the kitchen might be it. She bent down to take out the roasted chicken. Across the kitchen island were different dishes and an apple pie in the center in a glass case. He could hear Fury from his study cursing and screaming at someone.

“You get used to it. Settle down in the dining room. I will be out with the food in one second, “Angelina said, putting the chicken on the counter.

“No, I can help. My mom would have my butt if I don’t help out the lady of the house,” Steve said, rolling his sleeves up.

“I’m sure if your mom were here, she would be trying to arrange our wedding. Haha, god, how is Sarah doing anyway” Angelina asked, fanning the food.

Steve came a bit closer and leaned over her shoulder, taking a sniff of her shea butter shampoo and sweet potatoes. Angelina looks back at him and moves away, taking a couple of dishes into the dining room.

A frown on his face went to the stove, turned the burner on low, and put his hand on it, trying to control his urge.

“Rogers, can you get the chicken? I’m going to check on Fury,” Angelina called out from the dining room.

She’s yours now; he thought to himself as he went and grabbed the chicken, without mittens, and walked out the kitchen.

Angelina was gone, probably checking on her father, so Steve decided to check around. Everything was perfect, from the spotless surface to the pictures of the two. He liked one more than the other. It was one of her in a pink tutu giving younger him a kiss on the cheek.

“Crazy how much time has passed, huh,” Angelina said, walking back in.

Fury was right beside her this time.

“Sorry about that. Steve sometimes comes home from work. Sit, let’s eat. Where is your mom?” Fury asked.

He could be honest and tell him he never told her; instead told her he was with Bucky and Thor.

“She’s working, “Steve said, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

“I packed a plate for her dad. Can we start? I’m sure Steve has better things to do on a Sunday night,” Angelina said.

“No, I told you I don’t mind being here. It’s the protector in me,” Steve said, pulling the seat out for Angelina.

She nodded and sat right next to him. Steve sat down and placed his hand on the back of her chair. After a prayer, they started to eat. Angelina not so much just kept playing with her food nodding at Fury stories. After a heated discussion on war fury and Steve vs. Angelina, Steve went on to help clean up. He watches her closer as she moves, looks, and speaks. The righteous bitch she could be was gone, and all was left was his Angel.

“So, how are you doing? “Steve asked, looking at Angelina’s hand, trembling a bit as she cleaned the dishes.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles at him, “I would lie to you, Rogers, but I don’t think I have it in myself. He has me stuck here only to see a few people, mostly you “she stops to look at soap slipping through her hands and picks it up to the light “Like any sanity I have is slipping away from me. What are you without that” Angelina said, shaking her hands clean?

As if it was an open invitation, Steve came up and held her hands. He gently rubbed his thumb against her hand look deep into her eyes, and, taking a deep inhaled, the scent of her perfume and the rest of the pie on the counter. For a glimpse of a second, he saw the little girl that adored him that followed him around and called her Ms. Steve Rogers with a strawberry flavor ring pop holding heavy on her ring finger.

“Let’s go then. Anywhere you want. Let me keep that promise I made when we were kids. I take care of my Angel. I’m important now the strongest person ever. No one can hurt you say the word,” Steve said, touching her cheek, warm to the touch.

Her thin lips parted a bit before she moved back to the sink and braced herself firmly with her hands holding tight. “Sorry, Rogers, that girl isn’t here, and she left the same day you stopped caring. Now help me clean up a big strong man,” Angelina said, poking her finger into his chest.

“I’m not giving up on Angelina Fury,” Steve said, coming close, looking down at her.

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Angelina slows her pace as she walks through the hallways. Everyone was looking at her and Steve, who would leave her side since that night. Everyone was whispering but about what. The grip around her waist got a bit tighter differently leaving bruises among old ones from a past life. Felt like a twisted mirror all wrapped in a bow.

“Maybe I can just meet you later,” Angelina said.

“What no. Don’t worry. We are almost at the locker, “Steve said, smirking down at her. His eyes sparkle glee, at least till he stops to check his phone. “FUCK” he shouted.

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