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[Independent RP blog of an OC character. Multi-verse, multi-ship. Tracking: #heroesshadow]

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve chuckled softly, trying not to show how much Ajax’s reaction moved him. “You like being able to tease me about letting Natasha get a kick in.” He huffed softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"Well I’d rather it be her than someone who really wanted to hurt you," Ajax smiled and returned the squeeze. "We’ve finally found one another. Not about to let you slip away. Not again."

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"There are people like that," Steve said softly, a gentle warning. "Recent bruises have been from Natasha, but…most of the marks we’ve shared haven’t been from anything as benign. I wouldn’t…" he shook his head, "Good to have someone to fight to get back to."

“Bound to be people like that, especially in our line of work,” Ajax sighed. They worked for SHIELD, they were bound to make enemies. The last sentiment brought a small flush to his cheeks, “Glad that I give you something to fight for. Um, maybe it’s early in the dinner, but after this do you wanna, you know, go somewhere? I’ve got an apartment…”

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Alpha

heroesshadow

Send ‘Alpha’ for a starter where mine is the alpha.

[oh jeez I really don’t see Steve as alpha so let’s see where this goes]

Steve rested one hand on the other’s shoulder, dipping down to sniff at the crook of his neck. “Seems you forgot your scent suppresants, agent.”

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve chuckled softly, trying not to show how much Ajax’s reaction moved him. “You like being able to tease me about letting Natasha get a kick in.” He huffed softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"Well I'd rather it be her than someone who really wanted to hurt you," Ajax smiled and returned the squeeze. "We've finally found one another. Not about to let you slip away. Not again."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve took the other’s hand gently, stroking a thumb over the back of it. “I wasn’t, no.” He soothed, squeezing the other’s hand. “I’m not going to make googly eyes at a sttranger on our date.” He promised firmly, “And I wouldn’t have anyways. No, I wasn’t ‘into’ him.”

Ajax smiled, “Sorry that… Must’ve seemed weird. Just he was looking at you and I felt something.” Was that what having a soulmate was really about? Did some part of him know before he’d even gotten to really know Steve. Ajax focused on their hands, holding like lovers even if they were barely more than strangers.

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"No weirder than a waiter checking out a customer without provocation. I won’t hurt you if I can help it." He murmured softly also looking at their joined hands, "You worry enough about scars."

"But they're your scars and that makes me proud to wear them." Ajax admitted with a small smile, "I'm glad I'm giving you a chance... I think you've waited long enough."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve took the other’s hand gently, stroking a thumb over the back of it. “I wasn’t, no.” He soothed, squeezing the other’s hand. “I’m not going to make googly eyes at a sttranger on our date.” He promised firmly, “And I wouldn’t have anyways. No, I wasn’t ‘into’ him.”

Ajax smiled, "Sorry that... Must've seemed weird. Just he was looking at you and I felt something." Was that what having a soulmate was really about? Did some part of him know before he'd even gotten to really know Steve. Ajax focused on their hands, holding like lovers even if they were barely more than strangers.

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superserumsteverogers

Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"You were worth it." Steve said firmly, "This is worth it. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to wake up to new scars every day wondering if I was alive, wouldn’t have wanted to leave anyone behind while I was in the ice."

"I’m flattered but… You don’t know me Steve. I know we’re supposed to be for each other but we just met a week ago. Let’s just take things slow?" The waiter came by, and Ajax ordered for himself, glancing at Steve. "Whatever you like. My treat."

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"Not being alone is worth it." Steve said softly, but nodded with a forced smile as Ajax put some distance between them. "Of course, my apologizes." He ordered lo mein with another polite smile, bristling slightly at the obvious way the waiter ran an assessing gaze over him; recognized or no, the soldier got a fair amount of attention.

Maybe he was overreacting, but the moment the waiter ran their eyes over Steve Ajax's eyes narrowed. He wasn't even sure why, just didn't like it. And once they were alone again the reality warper put his hand on the table, a subtle gesture that Steve could choose to take. "You, um, weren't into that waiter right?"

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"You were worth it." Steve said firmly, "This is worth it. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to wake up to new scars every day wondering if I was alive, wouldn’t have wanted to leave anyone behind while I was in the ice."

"I'm flattered but... You don't know me Steve. I know we're supposed to be for each other but we just met a week ago. Let's just take things slow?" The waiter came by, and Ajax ordered for himself, glancing at Steve. "Whatever you like. My treat."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"Right." Steve said softly, expression fond and warm. "I’d love to spend time with you, to see if this will work. Maybe you’ll be able to keep me out of trouble," he teased, "And you won’t have to wear as many of my bruises."

"They’ve kinda grown on me," Ajax admitted, smiling, "I think I kinda like being pockmarked. Shows there’s someone out there who’s not afraid. And I’m not afraid anymore either, to do this."

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Steve smiled warmly, “After the serum, I woke up with a handful of scars and bruises from you and I almost cried.” He said softly, “I was so glad I had a soulmate, that you were alive. I’m so glad I’ve met you.”

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long, thinking you weren't meant for love. At least now you know?" He smiled sheepishly, "And know how much of a klutz I can be."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"Right." Steve said softly, expression fond and warm. "I’d love to spend time with you, to see if this will work. Maybe you’ll be able to keep me out of trouble," he teased, "And you won’t have to wear as many of my bruises."

"They've kinda grown on me," Ajax admitted, smiling, "I think I kinda like being pockmarked. Shows there's someone out there who's not afraid. And I'm not afraid anymore either, to do this."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve threw himself into training the next day, carefree to the point of not even reacting when Natasha landed a kick to his chest. She’d shoved him out of the gym, telling him to take the day off, and then it was time to meet his soulmate. He wore a fitted pair of dark jeans and a pale blue button up shirt, sitted at the restaurant and sipping at a glass of lemonade.

Even without the uniform, Ajax could pick out Steve a mile away. No one else had the same broad shoulders, same sparkling blue eyes… He’d worn jeans as well, and a pale green button up with. Even gone through the effort of trying to tame his hair for the evening. He grinned and slid into the seat across from Steve, “The chest? You let her hit you in the chest?” Ajax teased gently.

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"No one lets Natasha do anything." Steve replied dryly, "And it was a kick, if that makes anything better." He wanted to reach across the table and press a palm to the mark on Ajax’s chest, to reassure himself that he was his, that Steve wasn’t alone anymore, but he remained still, smile fond.

Ajax chuckled, "Believe me she's got a reputation around here." He studied Steve for a moment, watching him curiously before speaking again. "I... I've been doing some thinking. I can't really explain it but I'm happier than I've been in awhile. Whether that's because of you or something else I don't know, but... I want to give this a try." He smiled, "We're supposed to be perfect for each other right?"

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve threw himself into training the next day, carefree to the point of not even reacting when Natasha landed a kick to his chest. She’d shoved him out of the gym, telling him to take the day off, and then it was time to meet his soulmate. He wore a fitted pair of dark jeans and a pale blue button up shirt, sitted at the restaurant and sipping at a glass of lemonade.

Even without the uniform, Ajax could pick out Steve a mile away. No one else had the same broad shoulders, same sparkling blue eyes... He'd worn jeans as well, and a pale green button up with. Even gone through the effort of trying to tame his hair for the evening. He grinned and slid into the seat across from Steve, "The chest? You let her hit you in the chest?" Ajax teased gently.

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"I want to learn more about you," Steve replied, voice pitched low and fond, "You choose."

Something in that voice made Ajax smile. Which was crazy because he barely knew the guy. “There’s a place on seventh, serve great Chinese. Think that’s alright for dinner?” Dinner together.

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"That sounds lovely." The man returned easily, licking nervously at his lower lip. "I’ll see you then at seven thirty or so?" He asked, hating the hesitation in his tone.

"Seven thirty works great," Ajax found himself smiling into the phone, "Thanks, for giving me another chance. See you tomorrow." That done he hung up and went about his nightly routine. Tomorrow he had a date with the man who was supposedly his soulmate. His grin widened in anticipation.

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"I want to learn more about you," Steve replied, voice pitched low and fond, "You choose."

Something in that voice made Ajax smile. Which was crazy because he barely knew the guy. "There's a place on seventh, serve great Chinese. Think that's alright for dinner?" Dinner together.

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"Ajax?" Steve asked, perking up. "No, not a bad time. Just filling out some paperwork for Fury and Coulson, but I practically always am. I..how are you?"

He smiled slightly, “Better than you, if the bruises are anything to go by. Should I ask how often you spar with Widow?” It was a light joke, hopefully to lighten the mood. “Listen… I was a jerk. Both when we met and for not calling. I just never quite pictured it this way. Never really thought it would happen. Just wanted to say I was sorry.”

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"Once a day, if our schedule allows." The blond replied, grimacing, "More, if either of us is stressed." He fellt silent at the apology, sucking in a sharp breath. "It’s alright, Ajax. I waited seventy years; I could wait a week. Dinner, tonight?"

"Sure," Ajax took a deep breath and spoke the word. At the very least, what would dinner hurt? "Anywhere you wanna go?"

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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"Ajax?" Steve asked, perking up. "No, not a bad time. Just filling out some paperwork for Fury and Coulson, but I practically always am. I..how are you?"

He smiled slightly, "Better than you, if the bruises are anything to go by. Should I ask how often you spar with Widow?" It was a light joke, hopefully to lighten the mood. "Listen... I was a jerk. Both when we met and for not calling. I just never quite pictured it this way. Never really thought it would happen. Just wanted to say I was sorry."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve ran an assessing glance over the other, “Finding you would be worth the pain, Ajax. I’ve been waiting seventy years. And I don’t know you yet, but I relish the chance to prove that ‘someone like you’ is all I need.” He glanced at a clock and cursed, “I need to get my uniform to repairs before I face Natasha, so I’ll see you…after you call?”

"Yeah I’ll… I’ll see you later I guess." Ajax smiled and turned to head to his own work, shoving the business card deep into his pocket.

It would sit there for nearly a week before he found it again, sitting at home one night and turning it over in his hands. “I’m out of my mind,” he grumbled, reaching for his phone. Eight buttons later, and the line was ringing.

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"Captain Rogers." Steve said over the line when he picked up, giving a critical glance to his latest bruises and wondering if Ajax had noticed them - and if he would even care. "Who is this and how may I be of assistance?"

"Is this a bad time?" Ajax glances down at his arm, watching the latest bruises. Maybe it was his imagination but they seemed to be happening more often this week. "I can call back if you're busy..."

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Whoever it was, they'd gotten hurt again. This time it was the left shoulder, right near the collarbone. Ajax didn't want to think about how much it must've hurt to get it in the first place. They must be someone in a dangerous line of work, because Ajax had more of a stranger's injuries than his own by this point. Not that that was saying much, considering his own job. Speaking of which... he sighed and grabbed his shirt, heading into the hallway. Working for SHIELD was really a 24/7 job.

Steve stalked down the hallway, SHIELD agents backing away from him because of his stern expression and the dark bruising and row of stitches over his shoulder. His shirt was ripped and clingy with blood (thankfully very little of it his own) and he winced as he - literally - ran into an agent. “My apologizes.”

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Steve ran an assessing glance over the other, “Finding you would be worth the pain, Ajax. I’ve been waiting seventy years. And I don’t know you yet, but I relish the chance to prove that ‘someone like you’ is all I need.” He glanced at a clock and cursed, “I need to get my uniform to repairs before I face Natasha, so I’ll see you…after you call?”

"Yeah I'll... I'll see you later I guess." Ajax smiled and turned to head to his own work, shoving the business card deep into his pocket.

It would sit there for nearly a week before he found it again, sitting at home one night and turning it over in his hands. "I'm out of my mind," he grumbled, reaching for his phone. Eight buttons later, and the line was ringing.

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