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your good will: 35

the big wait

a/n: what's up guys. I'm stressed and exhausted out of my mind rn from school and work, even though so little is left of both. I've come so far and yet these last few stretches are the very hardest. I just want to lay in my bed all day and write this series or watch shows and movies…. I'm so exhausted from life. Anyways, here comes the liveaid chapter. Maybe i'll split it into two, i'll see how long it'll turn out to be. I'm so excited about this chapter, it's nearly the same excitement as if i was going to a concert or going to actual liveaid (god knows i want nothing more than that. Where's my time machine??). So i hope i write it good, i hope i justify my hopes for writing liveaid with the party and steve and such. Happy reading :) let us have a quick wait for volume 2. enjoy!

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The rest of Steve's Thursday the 11th of July is as busy as he expected it to be. He goes round to Dustin's, where he meets not only Dustin himself, his make-shift little brother, but also Mike and Lucas. Steve tells them about LiveAid, realizing only then that he already threw the idea at Dustin before, but he's glad the rest of the guys get to hear the invitation vocally, too.

He's glad to see the kids sort-of back in their usual moods and spirits. They're hanging out again, though now without Will, and they seem cheerful and annoying (as teenagers are) as they usually are. Steve soon feels out of place because he doesn't play DnD and only knows so little of all the guys' mythology–within the came and beyond its borders. So after he has lunch that Dustin's mom made and insisted Steve to stay for, just a little longer–one meal won't hurt the boy who's protected her son, right?–Steve drives away from Dustin's and instead heads towards Robin's house.

It's around the same area in Hawkins as Max's house, though the two girls are far from being neighbors. Steve drives up around to the back of the house, where Robin's window faces outwards, and he honks a couple times in hopes of making Robin appear in the window that way. And after a few more honks, she does. She looks asleep and messy as anyone, as she did all those mornings Steve would pick her up before work at Scoops, and he laughs at that. Two pm during the day and she was still–or already–asleep as a log.

Steve sits in the car, waiting for Robin, and lets his favorite radio station play as he does so. His thoughts drift away much like the leaves blowing on the grass and pavement due to the soft summer breeze. They drift away towards the past–the good and the bad–, and the future–also the good and the bad. He thinks of Maggie, as he always eventually does. He thinks of her past, he thinks of their shared past together. These seven months… He couldn't imagine them without her.

And he thinks of her future. And of their future, which hers undoubtedly impacts. Her moving away with her family to Maine… Her leaving Hawkins. Her home, her boyfriend, her friends, her life. The thought of her not being here, not being around, of her not being a drive away from him, suddenly hits his heart very painfully. And it nearly drives him to tears. His breath stops and he just rests his face hard in his hand as he looks out at the empty road ahead. She's gonna be far, far away from him.

Can he survive it?

“What is it now, Dingus?” The smash of his car door closing and Robin's raspy voice disrupts Steve's painful train of thought, and he gasps in slight fear. He turns in his seat immediately to her and rests a hand over his chest once he realizes it's just Robin. “Oh, no, did I interrupt something really… emotional?” She asks in an inquiring and nervous voice.

Steve has to take one or two moments to collect himself, his eyelids flutter and he tries to find words to say. Then somehow everything clicks into place and he revs his car engine again. “N-No, not at all,” he says dismissively, “sorry. And hey,” he shoots Robin a quick smile as he adjusts the window cleaners on the front panel, “hope I didn't steal your beauty sleep. Oh, wait… you don't have any of that left.” Steve teases with a deadpan face.

Robin gives him a sarcastic, fake smile and shakes her head. “Nice to see you, too,” she says, “so. What's the occasion? You taking me to daydrink with you?”

Steve scoffs, “of course.” He responds and makes a turn onto one of the main streets in town. Robin's curiously glancing around herself, alert. “I… am going to make us rich. For a while, at least.”

“Oh?” Robin raises her eyebrows. “How so? You find a green leprechaun and his golden bucket?”

“Yeah, on my Lucky Charms cardboard box,” Steve says, “a really smart woman I know told me we can get some money from our… higher-ups at Scoops because we lost our jobs to a third-party, and nearly lost our lives, as well. It's actually crucial that we include that.”

“A really smart woman–who? Your mother?” Robin chuckles and Steve gives her a certain look with those brown eyes. It hits Robin. “Oh, the other smart woman you know.”

“Are you keeping count?” Steve asks. Robin shrugs her shoulders, a faint smile on her dark lips.

“Just to remind you how lucky you are to have them in your life.” She says. Steve makes a sonder smile at that, a nostalgic expression crossing his face as he looks out onto the road. He is lucky to have Maggie, and Robin, and Nancy, and his mom in his life, he is, that's true. Robin notices, and she's alert again. He hasn't looked quite… present these three minutes that he's driven her and himself to the town center. “What are you thinking in that big-nested head of yours?” Robin asks, curious about his slightly sour mood, and she even pokes Steve's shoulder with her finger.

He gives her a momentary glance, but his eyes are back on the road soon enough again. “Just the, uh, women I'm lucky to have in my life,” Steve answers truthfully, breathing out a heavy huff with his words. They and the thoughts behind them feel heavy on his chest, almost straining his lungs. As if he subconsciously doesn't want to tell Robin how he feels. She blinks as she keeps watching him, waiting for his response, “one of them will be leaving soon.”

“Your mom got a better job somewhere?” Asks clueless Robin. Steve laughs at that proposition, since that'd be quite the delight. Maybe he could move away with mom to some other town… Sounds like quite the piece of cake.

“Yeah, I wish,” he says quietly and now pulls his car to a stop in front of a corporate building, killing the engine. A place he and Robin both remember–it was where their job interview for Scoops Ahoy was held. Steve looks down at his hands in his lap, the car keys jangling quietly between them, “for clarification, I'm sure she would have told you this herself, but since you asked, and since I don't think it's any easier for her to tell you than it was to tell me, I'm just… gonna say it.” Wow, that's a lot of words, and a complicated sentence structure. Steve's really bummed out about this, whatever it is. Robin watches him breathe a heavy huff through his bird-like nose, and waits for Steve to say more. “Maggie's… gonna be moving away from Hawkins. With her whole family.” Steve finally says in a quiet, hurt voice, and gives Robin a glance to just register her reaction. See what this news means to her.

“Ohhh,” she simply says. She slowly takes in what that type of circumstance means to Steve. She's known Maggie and Steve were a thing since their very beginning, practically. Maggie's in one year at school with Robin, they share some classes together, and occasionally talked while at school. Robin would like to say they've gotten closer since this whole… interdimensional monster ordeal, closer than they were before. She likes Maggie, and she's seen how happy she is with Steve. And not only at school. Steve's actually much more bearable since he's been with Maggie, to Robin, at least. Her moving away is going to be hard, “do you know when?” Robin can't think of anything else to ask.

Steve shakes his head, his lips pursed. When doesn't really matter when just the fact of leaving is strict and certain. “She doesn't like it either, and, uh…” Steve sighs deeply, “that birthday party of mine you'll be planning together is gonna be the first and last for quite some while,” he breathes a lifeless chuckle. Robin can see clearly how upset Steve is with this news. “Because I don't know when she'll be leaving–and she doesn't, either–I just want to spend as much time with her as possible. But also… with everything that's happened, I don't want to keep her all to myself, either, you know?” Steve shakes his head. “I'm probably not making any sense.”

“No, no, I can understand,” Robin denies with sure nods of her head. Steve gives her a look of slight and humored disbelief, “you wanna savor all of her up until she leaves, so it wouldn't be… as hurtful and… lonely, too?” She guesses.

Steve makes a funny face at her assumption. “Okay, the way you worded that is… a little uncomfortable,” he says, “but for the most part, you're right, yeah.” He assures Robin, and she nods with a smile on her face now. He sighs. “It's probably selfish, but what do I know?” He chuckles airily once again. “But uh…” Steve starts to say, and clears his throat so he'd be or at least seem a little sobered-up, “I don't know, maybe don't… tell anyone now? Her brothers don't even know yet.” Steve requests, his eyes looking into Robin's wishfully. “Can you keep that secret?” He asks, just for confirmation.

Robin's face breaks out into a wide grin. “What do you think?” She teases, her eyes looking into Steve's. She sort-of searches them for connection, for realization of what she means. And after a few seconds of looking back into her eyes, he does. He cracks into a real chuckle at his own forgetting their faithful conversation in the cinema toilets that one night, and he shakes his head.

“Sorry,” he says after chuckling. Robin's cheeks rise as she grins wider.

“Wasn't sure you could keep my secret, but here you go forgetting it,” she says with a shake of her head, “you're unbelievable, Harrington. And you're gonna be even more unbearable once Maggie leaves.” Robin remembers the time before Steve was with Maggie. It's like he was a completely different person.

Steve's head raises quizzically at that statement. “Thanks?” He says and makes an amused scoff afterwards, at least that's what the sound is closest to. Robin fails to read the subtle expression of hurt on Steve's face as she watches him turn away and then open the car door. The conversation has clearly been put to an end. “Let's go get our money.” Steve simply says before he exits the car, leaving Robin in it for the next few seconds. She contemplates what she said and suddenly feels like it was the wrong thing to say. Was it? Did she sound mean or hurtful to him?

She has the rest of their money-acquiring ordeal to think that over thoroughly. But Steve doesn't seem to linger on it as much as she is. Maybe she's just over-thinking too much and reading his expressions wrong again. He's not as talkative as before, that's for sure–and maybe it's a sign–but maybe the news of Maggie leaving has really hurt him, and that's why he's not talking as much and as lively as usual. Robin can't decide, but her mind also can't rest.

Maggie's Thursday and Friday go by pleasantly, not too slowly, not too quickly. She's pretty excited for Saturday and LiveAid and seeing everyone in a much more relaxed and every-day setting. She also spends Friday evening baking the kitchen full of things to eat, both for her family and for the kids and Robin tomorrow. She's made a brownie, a cheesecake and lasagna. The lasagna she purposefully made more than Joyce usually would, so that it would last at least a week in the house with everyone taking a bite once in a while. But now she turns out to have made much more than she anticipated. Kids will be happy, though. Will loves her lasagna, and so does mom–they've told her multiple times already.

And when Eleven comes into the kitchen in her pajamas already and looks at the sight of Maggie rushing about, a smile creeps onto her soft face. El just inspects her make-shift older sister before she makes her way over to where she stands. Pots and pans and bowls everywhere–empty as well as filled and dirtied–music playing from the small radio apparatus on the window sill, the kitchen filled with light smoke and the smell of multiple meals. Maggie has on a baseball shirt that looks a little bigger than her own size–probably Steve's, and she's wearing shorts. Atop all that she has an apron on, the strings tied around her waist and on the back of her neck. Her hair is falling here and there from the up-do she put it in, it's defying her wishes of being tamed very much.

Eleven slowly comes up to Maggie and leans in close to what she's working on, her face close to hers. It nearly spooks Maggie, but she notices Eleven before that can happen, and only smiles in relief at the girl. “Hey,” she greets her as she continues her finishing touches on the lasagna.

“What are you making?” Eleven asks, and leans against the kitchen counter to face Maggie and also see what she's doing at the same time. It's something so distinctly hers about the way she always has to see the face of the person she's talking to. Maggie wonders what's behind that.

“Lasagna,” Maggie answers, going over the last layer of noodles with her tomato sauce spoon, “made much more than I'd planned to, actually,” she admits with a chuckle, “have you ever tried it before?” She gives El a side glance. Eleven shakes her head. She's seeing this wonderful meal that looks very yummy for the first time in her life, and her eyes are widening with every second that she takes the sight of it in. “Let me put this in the oven and I'll give you a piece of one of the finished ones, okay?”

Eleven nods at her question as she looks into Maggie's eyes. She watches the older girl smear tomato sauce, beef on the lighter-colored layer, and then sprinkle the very top with short cheese strands.

“I'm not surprised you haven't had lasagna before,” Maggie admits, “Hopper never was good at lasagnas or similar meals.” She then states, and it takes El's mind away from the kitchen filled with dirty dishes and half-empty bowls of all different kinds of things. “He was always better at deserts.” Maggie chuckles and makes a sigh of effort as she slides the lasagna tray into the oven and closes it. She presses the right buttons and stands up straight again. El sees her apron for how it is – totally dirty and probably ruined. There's chocolate, cream and tomato sauce all over it. She chuckles as her eyes meet Maggie's. Eleven knows about how Maggie knew Hopper so well, they both have told her a lot of stories over these last nearly two years. Yet there's still gaps left to fill. “You probably know the Eggo Extravaganza very well, that he made.” Maggie says with a smile. Eleven nods. “Yeah, well, I didn't.” She sighs out and leans her body against the counter as the oven begins working again, baking the third lasagna now. “We made plans so he'd teach me how to make it, but…” Maggie shakes her head with an empty look in her eyes. Eleven doesn't need to hear the rest of the sentence, because she knows what's there to say. Something neither of them want to really open up about, even though they trust each other a lot. It's a wound they'd rather let heal than rip open again and again all the time.

“I can… show you,” Eleven proposes. That suggestion makes Maggie turn her head to look at El, “it's not… complicated. If I can do it, so can you.” The younger girl says, a nice little smile etching into her lips. Maggie smiles wide and brushes El's cheek momentarily with her thumb, like El has seen mothers do to daughters on TV, and in real life. That gesture makes her smile.

“Sure thing,” Maggie says, “we can do it sometime next week. Now, about that lasagna…” Maggie looks over the mess that is the kitchen counter, and then the continuous mess that is the kitchen table. El follows her eyes, and now nearly feels out of place for seeing all this. She feels strange because she feels Maggie doesn't want her to see the kitchen this way, especially if it's her doing to make it so messy. Maybe El shouldn't have come in at all.

But another thought crosses her mind. “I can… help you. Clean up,” Eleven suggests, which again makes Maggie look into her eyes.

“That's nice of you,” she says, “Will or Jonathan never want to, and mom would just tell me to clean up the mess I've made myself, so okay.”

Eleven smiles. “You can tell me what to do.” She says, and Maggie nods. It starts out a little awkward, like most things that you do for the first time in your life start out, but the girls workshop around it pretty well. Maggie teaches El how to do the dishes, how to properly dry all the cutlery and ceramics, and where they store each category in the Byers house. Eleven seems willing to learn, and she does learn very well, pretty fast. It might sound silly, but Maggie's proud of her for that.

Maggie doesn't know what the exact plan of either of their lives is, even for the next year, so she doesn't know what might come in handy for El. Learning everyday things like the dishes, making food, cleaning the house can never hurt, though, so it's good practice that Maggie helps her learn everything now. With El's powers gone and all of them moving away from Hawkins, who knows what's in store now?

The dishes and cutlery sit clean in their assigned places, and Maggie and El finally sit down at the kitchen table to try that lasagna she promised. “Here you go,” Maggie hands El a plate, a small cube of lasagna on it, and a fork at the side. She glances at the one in the oven, and deems it's not ready yet. Eleven looks over the piece and feels her stomach grumbling. Because Maggie's and her eyes connect, she realizes Maggie heard her tummy, too. And both the girls have a warm laugh over it, “you ate lunch! What's the matter?”

El shakes her head and delves into the lasagna piece. She chews and swallows the first bite before she speaks, “I think… I'm more hungry because… I lost my powers.” She admits, and shoots Maggie a troubled look. The older girl nods.

“Maybe,” she says, “I don't know what it's like for you, but… that could be an explanation.” She nods again. “But hey, maybe they're not completely gone.” Maggie suggests with a shrug. “Maybe you can get them back. Somehow.”

Eleven's eyes fall to her hands. “Something's… wrong. I can't… feel them anymore.” She says. “I tried.” She looks at Maggie again. She nods again, understanding the girl's peril.

“Well, even if they are gone forever,” she starts to say, “there's more to you than your powers.” Maggie gives El a smile, and lays a kind hand on her shoulder. El nods with a shy smile, her mouth full of delicious lasagna.

“Max said… there's more to life than stupid boys,” El says as she remembers it. Maggie makes a whole-hearted laugh at that, and the expression and genuinity of her laugh make El smile wider, lasagna nearly spills past her lips at that.

“That's also true,” Maggie confirms. Her thoughts tilt towards where that could have come from. Mike and El broke up, and Max was there to comfort her and teach her a few things. Maggie gives El a side-eye while a smile sits on her lips, “you think you'll be coming tomorrow? To watch the concert?”

Eleven shrugs. “Sounds fun,” she admits and pushes her plate a bit forward, signaling that she's done. She ate the piece and feels pretty well. Though she could eat more, she feels that, “will Mike… be there?”

Maggie gives her a nod in confirmation. El grows visibly anxious, even if just a little bit. “But you don't have to talk to him, or… or sit with him. You can… sit next to me.” She suggests with another shrug. Eleven looks at Maggie, a slight smile on her features.

“You'll be with Steve,” she says to Maggie, her voice sounding like there's no other way around this.

“Yeah, but… all of us are gonna be there. I won't be only with him. You're all my friends, too,” Maggie gives El a playful smile. Eleven nods, “it's a party, so I'm gonna be with everybody. So what do you say?” She pauses. “We're gonna have to wake up early, but it'll be okay. There will be some slower songs playing on the stage, so we'll be able to sleep later if we'll have to.” Maggie shrugs.

Eleven looks at Maggie as she contemplates the choice. She doesn't want to see Mike because of everything that happened. But she also misses him, and she misses all her friends. And she wants to spend time with Maggie, because she's very kind, and she feels like a sister to her, almost. Someone very protective and loving, and she understands a lot of things that others don't. She might not be able to understand El completely and utterly in all aspects, because it's hard to.

El is just too different for anyone to understand her to the deepest parts, but there are people who have come close enough. Maggie. Hopper. Even Mike. And Will. And they each understand different parts of her, which kind of makes her feel like the people closest to her make her whole. And that's not particularly a bad deduction to come to.

“Yes,” Eleven finally says, “I'll come, too.” She says with a nod, and Maggie smiles wide. “Will Steve… come to get us?”

Maggie makes a dismissive motion with her hand. “Eh, no,” she says, “we'll just walk, and take all of this food with us.” Eleven gives her a certain look. Can we take all of this? “It's not that heavy. And Will's coming, too.”

El raises her eyebrows, pleasantly surprised, and nods. Will's sort-of growing to be her brother now. He's taught her D&D, he talks to her more than before, even if he's still kind-of distant. El likes Will, and she hopes they can be better friends, and actual sister and brother with each other. Maybe it's weird to hope that, but she can't help that silent hope. Maggie and her entire family have been so kind to El, and she thinks they're all very cool in each their own ways.

That's why next morning Eleven is not at all irritated to have to wake up early and go over to Steve's house. Maggie helps her pick out some clothes she could wear for LiveAid the night before, and so El happily wears them. Even though Maggie is older than Eleven by a couple years, their sizes are surprisingly pretty similar, and so Maggie's shirt fits El quite nicely. It's a shirt with a psychedelic Lord of the Rings design, one of Maggie's favorites.

And it earns Eleven a compliment from Will when they start their morning walk towards Steve's house, which makes Eleven smile. She didn't know Will liked the book series Maggie told her about, too. She has yet to read the books herself, though, and because they sound very interesting, she kind of can't wait to read them. She's not the best at reading by herself quite yet, so she also hopes that Maggie can read the books to her at the beginning, at least.

All three of them, the Byers siblings you might say, love how quiet and deserted Hawkins is on this Saturday morning. Barely any people in their path, except for the rare dog-walker and morning runner, and Earl, who's always up at whatever hour of the night or morning to water his garden out front. He gives the kids a wave, who wave back, and then he furrows his eyebrows at what they could be doing this early in the day together. With wrapped packages in their hands, too. He swears no kid is up to any good nowadays.

Though they may be sweating, Maggie, Will and Eleven finally reach their destination in one piece and happy. Two thirds of them are very excited for today, and so that keeps them happy enough. And, of course, it's Steve who opens the door to his house, to which Maggie smiles wide. It's hardly been two days, and yet she's still grown to miss him all the same. Steve cracks into a wide smile and invites all of them in. He pulls Maggie to his side for just a quick second, kissing her lips briefly as a greeting.

She smiles against his lips. “Hey,” she greets him properly and pulls away. She knows how awkward Will feels around her and Steve, and how El probably isn't feeling the least awkward, either.

“Hey,” Steve tells Maggie quietly, privately, and then looks to her siblings, “hey, guys.” Will and El mutter their own hellos at him. “Whatchu got there?” Steve points at the wrapped… things–they look like large plates?–in their hands.

Eleven makes a smile. “Maggie made lasagna,” she says and pulls back part of the cloth covering the lasagna dish in her hands. Steve's face lights up happily.

“And a cheesecake, and a brownie, too,” Maggie adds.

“She was in the kitchen all afternoon,” Will says with a grin and shake of his head, to which Maggie just gives him a look and chuckles. Steve's excited face doesn't drop.

“You are the best,” Steve gives her head another affectionate kiss and then rushes deeper into his house–for whatever reason… “you guys, Maggie made lasagna!” The three of them her Steve announcing to someone then, and they follow him quickly into his house. They stop beside him in a doorway, which reveals the Harrington house lounge area, where there's more guests. Lucas, Max, Mike, Dustin and Robin! Are all seated on and around the couch comfortably, their faces looking fresh as cherries. It is the morning, after all.

Maggie cracks into a wide smile at them all, and how they wave at the new arrivals with wide smiles and excited faces. She waves back. “Uh-oh, the final babysitter has arrived,” Mike jokes, and everyone laughs at that. It's funny, and it's true.

“How nice to see you all here,” Maggie says as she sets her bag down in the corner, still holding the other lasagna and the cheesecake in her hands. She glances at the TV in front of the kids and Robin, and sees a white stage and a sea of people in front of it, some band already performing for them.

“I already put the show on,” Steve tells her, “we've got about… thirty minutes until our one and only step onto the stage, so…” He looks hopefully at Maggie.

“Help me out in the kitchen?” She offers, a grin on her lips, and Steve nods. He's up for anything that isn't baby-sitting, because it's tiring work, honestly. But he never needs an excuse to spend time with his favorite person of all time, Maggie. So she tells Will and El to give Steve the rest of the dishes, and for them two to join their friends in the lounge while she and Steve gather everything up. “The party can start.” Maggie says to Steve as they both make their way back to the kitchen.

Steve laughs. “Well, it just about started when Dustin burst through my door singing We Are The Champions, but you always bring the party around, baby,” he tells Maggie. She chuckles.

“He did that?” She asks. “That kid,” she shakes her head as she sets the two dishes down on the island. And she notices everything else already on the table, “oh wow, you really did go shopping.” She says and traces her hand over the salad and vegetable packages. Of course, there's Cheetos and Lay's, too. Maggie shakes her head.

“Told you I would,” Steve says, “plus, I got the money from mom and also–me and Robin went to the office and got our… third-party-caused-loss-of-work compensation money.” He says as he starts opening all the packages. Maggie laughs at the naming of the money.

“Wow, you're a rich man now, Steve,” Maggie jokes, and that makes Steve laugh again. His cheeks blush up, too, so much so that she can't look away from him for a while. But she gets to unwrapping her dishes in a sec, “come to think of it, you and me haven't been to a party together. Ever.” She realizes. Steve raises his head out of what he's doing and looks at Maggie with furrowed eyebrows. They can both hear occasional laughter from the lounge, and they're glad the kids are getting along like they always have, at least.

“Really, we haven't? But–” he thinks back on these seven months with her.

“The roller rink doesn't count,” Maggie says, “and all those times we've danced to the radio don't count, either. I'm talking real parties, like the one, uh, whoever was hosting last Halloween.”

Hell, Steve remembers that party. He remembers it with a heavy heart, and would actually rather forget it. That was a real party, true. But he didn't attend it with Maggie. “Oh yeah…” he nods along and gets back to making himself busy with all the snacks. Partly to get something done together with Maggie, cause they know there's lots of mouths to feed, and partly to avoid thinking about that sad night, “so my birthday party's gonna be the first that we attend together… Although we're not really attending, we're hosting it, right?” Maggie nods. “Well, anyways. Our first real party together.” He says, a warmer expression on his face, and Maggie nods again. “Why haven't we gone to one before?”

She shrugs. “Dunno,” she slices a knife through the lasagna, “well, okay. I was kind of scared to go to one, and I was helping you study, anyway, this last semester.”

“Oh, right,” Steve nods and scratches behind his ear, “why were you scared? You never told me that.”

Maggie shakes her head softly and breathes a quiet sigh. She has the words she wants to say, but somehow they make her windpipe tighten up suddenly, as if they're hard to say. “I didn't want you to, like, think I was a goody-two shoes, that's why I never said anything. But you know… teenagers drunk at parties can be quite… dangerous and scary. And though I like the loud music, and I'm not afraid to drink, they've just always seemed so… dull.” She shrugs and places slice after slice of lasagna on plates. “Maybe this one will be better.”

“Because it'll be planned by you and Robin?” Steve suggests, a sneaky grin on his face. Maggie chuckles, but gives him a nod. That's exactly why. “Yeah, I think hardly any of those parties you and me were invited to had actual schedules or whatever,” he admits, “so this will be the best one.”

“Because I'm planning it?” Maggie looks up at Steve as he's now come up close to her, and he nods at her with a dopey smile on his face. She breaks into a blush, bowing her head down, and Steve takes that opportunity to pull her close again and lay a kiss on her head.

“You're the best, Mags,” he tells her, “I'll keep telling you that until… I don't know, it's not true anymore, but that could be about… Never.” Maggie laughs again. “Love you.” He lays another kiss on her head.

“Love you, too,” she says, “but we have about twenty minutes until REO now, so let's hurry up with the snacks.” Maggie pulls him down to reality, leveling him down from their wonderful moment together. Steve follows her suggestion, though he does it distractingly for Maggie and himself. He's just head-over-heels, neither of them can expect anything more.

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