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it’s such a shame that marvel doesn’t know that steve rogers is bisexual someone should tell them.
Nah, they’ll only pair him with the wrong person and give Bucky a farm.
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recoveringrace:
[She forgot, in her excited rambling, that Steve Rogers is an artist. A fairly good one, at that. Some of his work hangs in the Smithsonian exhibit chronicling his life, and now Grace is embarrassed she ever brought it up.]
“Oh, God, uh – yeah, I do. I try to keep up with it, but I’ve gotten really rusty in the last year or so. Went through kind of an expressive slump, with everything that happened. But I still draw between sessions, or at the park down the road sometimes.”
[Suddenly realizing why he’s looking around, a lump rises in Grace’s throat. He actually wants to see? Uncertain hands open a desk drawer and pull out a sketchbook, placing it anxiously on the surface. Inside are most of her drawings from the last year – which should say enough, since she used to buy a new book every month, but now hasn’t had the energy to fill its pages – sad little doodles of women waiting for coffee, yawning into their hands and tentacles slipping between ringed fingers. Fat men with tusks and walrus tails. Babies on the playground being circled overhead by vultures. Creepy, Grace.]
“They’re not very good anymore. There is, like, one actual portrait in the back. It’s my guy, Mason. It’s from an older book, but I like to keep him close, so I transferred it over.”
[Steve thumbs through the book, eyes widening. Grace has talent-- real talent. Her art is full of Lovecraftian images, things bordering on paranormal. It was so different than styles he was used to seeing that a broad grin bloomed over his face.]
“These are great! Your style is so different, I love the way you combine realism with surrealism. Do you ever display or sell your work?”
[He’s honestly interested, and he’s extremely impressed. He can’t believe she’s never been noticed as an artist before. His fingers trace her lines, following the curve of a tail and the bend of an elbow, flipping further through the book. The portrait of her fiancee makes his smile soften-- the way she draws him makes it clear how much she loves him.]
“Really, I’m seriously impressed.”
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“your bucky” “mhm, my bucky. yep”
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imstillnotkatniss:
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“Steve–” Clint mused, plopping down on the couch, feet tucked beneath her. “I know you’re trying to find Bucky…and I know how worried you are.” She began, pulling a file from her bag and setting it on her lap.
“Please don’t freak out when I tell you that I found a lead.” She smiled slightly and raised a brow. “He’s somewhere in Africa. A small village, famous for its precious metal. And Fury asked me to go retrieve him.”
Steve startles when Clint sits down next to him, setting down his book. He’s been so absorbed in his reading he hadn’t even heard her come in.
“Hey,” he says and immediately cuts off. Bucky. She ‘s found him. After months there’s a lead and how the hell did he miss it? He gapes at her like a fish for a few moments, then his jaw snaps shut with a click.
“I’m coming with you,” he demands, “When are we leaving? Why the hell didn’t Fury send this to me first?!”
recoveringrace:
“Did you have to walk barefoot in the snow uphill both ways, too?”
[She desperately hopes he knows she’s just ribbing. The easy familiarity that washed over her in a rush made her feel like she’s known him a really long time. Hopefully he doesn’t get offended if she offers back her own anecdote of a similar nature.]
“When I was nine or ten, I used to draw portraits of all the boyfriends my mom brought home, and sell them back to her for five bucks apiece until I could save up to buy myself a portable CD player with anti-shock protection. It was so cool.”
“In a blizzard. It was awful, you kids nowadays have it so easy.”
[He snickers, because they must be about the same age-- she can’t be older than him and she’s definitely not younger. He’s only in his twenties, after all.. It’s easy to talk to her about things like books and childhood, he finds. She’s not a bad person, and the more they talk, the more he relaxes. ]
“That is an excellent business plan. Did you keep up with your artistic career?”
[He glances briefly around her office to see if can spot any drawings, curious is she actually had kept it up. It’s unusual for him to meet people with an art hobby in their line of work.]
recoveringrace:
“Okay, so maybe I exaggerated a little bit, but those movies are so pretty to look at! Plus have you ever seen an Elven king as cute as Lee Pace? Come on.”
[She’s reverting all the way back into her geeky teenage self over this, the girl who filled entire sketchbooks with her self-insert original character, an Elven princess who was so beautiful the king locked her in a tower, but she escaped with only her wits and stole a battle axe and had purple eyes. She looked nothing like Grace, but it was the strong, powerful, beautiful girl Grace always wanted – needed – to be. Now, though? She almost gets wistful as she considers.]
“I’d love to be a Hobbit, actually. Nice little hole in a hill, fat happy Hobbit babies who didn’t care if their mom had hairy feet, and a chubby Hobbit husband bringing me baskets of flowers every night. That would be amazing. But I’d probably get bored really easy. But it’d be nice.”
“Yeah, okay, Lee Pace was pretty hot as Thranduil. I suppose they weren’t completely awful, but honestly I was so disappointed when I first saw them.”
[He smiles to himself and remembers reading the book with Bucky, one copy between the two of them and two bookmarks-- his usually ahead, since he had far more time to read than Bucky ever had. They’d compare notes at the end of the day about it and once or twice argue over it when they both wanted it at the same time. It’s a good memory.]
“I read the Hobbit when it was published, you know. Cost us sixty-nine cents and that was money we had to save up.”
markofwinter:
“It’s a different kind of talking.”
Bucky hated it for the sheer fact that he was forced into it. He didn’t want to talk in the first place, never mind about his problems – but it’s easier to unload on someone who has no preconceived opinion on you aside from what they’ve read in your psych file.
“I know I’ve said things in those sessions I’ve never said to you.”
He frowns. He tries very, very hard not to take it personally because he knows there’s shit Bucky hasn’t told him, probably will never tell him, and that’s okay. He gets it. But sometimes he forgets that Bucky isn’t just his anymore, and they’re no longer inseparable.
“Yeah, but-- I’m fit for duty. This whole thing is just a waste of time!”
He’s sure he’s fine in the field. But overall? No. Definitely not. But that isn’t the point.
“If they’ve read my file they they have a hell of a lot of preconceived notions, and we both know it. Everyone thinks they know so much about it, and--”
He breaks off in frustration, biting the inside of his lip angrily.
recoveringrace:
“Oh, come on, I know they weren’t to-the-letter with the book, but the Hobbit movies were still pretty fun, considering! And they added a girl, I loved the girl! I would’ve loved if she were in the book when I was a kid.”
[This has officially become one of her favorite sessions of all time. She’s started beating time on her leg again, but this time because she’s a little bit excited. No one’s ever this nice to her, especially not during their first session.]
“Would you rather be an Elf, a Human, or a Hobbit? Be honest, it’s okay, no judgment. But you have to say why, and there’s gonna be a quiz later. Just kidding.”
“Not to-the-letter? Grace, Peter Jackson just went and made two films worth of bullshit up. But yes, I did like Tauriel. She was cool. The only good thing about the films, probably.”
[He laughs and finally relaxes into his chair, the tension seeping out of his shoulders. If this is what the next seven sessions will be like, he’ll be just fine. Of course, he’s not naive enough to think that, but he can hope a little bit.]
“You know? Seven meals a day and a nice little garden are really, really tempting. But I think I’d stay in the Race of Men, just because... it’s what I am, I guess. I’m not good at sitting still.”