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Porcelain doll is not a term of endearment
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”—— What’s the safest way to set a car on fire?”
"From a distance?"
He kept staring, but it was a lot more sad now.
"….please?”
She pushed the plate over, sighing as dramatically as a hunger teenager can sigh, and stared at him instead.
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Teen Stucky Daughter OC
Teen Stucky Daughter OC with brittle bone disease
Steve is the mom you can't tell me that shit ain't true
Not like the uterus mom, he's just the more maternal one
Will rp with anyone (though is semi-selective on following and such)
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"What brings you to Charles Xavier’s School for the Gifted Youngsters?"
"I don't suppose saying 'I was in the neighbourhood' would suffice, would it?"
"Pretty sure Iron Man denies not being Iron Man when he’s Tony Stark."
If that even made sense to anyone other than him.
"Well--wait, what?"
"..."
“No.”
The response is strong and immediate.
"You have no idea how dangerous that would be."
"Wha-" She shouldn't really be that surprised. She just sighs.
"Yes, I have no idea.....so why don't you show me?"
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He’s totally staring longingly at your food right now.
"Are you pregnant?"
"Pff—Wha—How—-."
Keep calm, keep calm.
"Nope, not pregnant. That would mean I’d be doing things to get me pregnant, and I hardly ever get out, so I can’t possibly be doing anything that could possibly get me pregnant so there’s no way of me getting pregnant ever or at least until I start doing things that could get me pregnant if I’m not safe but I’m always safe so I’m not pregnant."
She takes another deep breath as it all tumbles out of her mouth.
"Rebecca, I just have a feeling there is something you’re not telling me."
He said, taking a spot on the edge of the bed to sit. She seemed different, she looked different. Her skin felt different, and for some reason, she was eating and dressing different, and that answer… that answer did not make him, not even a little bit calmer about everything. He just tried to maintain calm, not to scare her into lying about it.
"I won’t be mad, you know."
"You're my dad -- I'm pretty sure at this point that feeling is deadset into your bones," she teased lightly, trying to not to think about what she'd been up to while he was away on a mission.
She was a teenager -- it was practically expected of her to make bad decisions, right? Well, that's what she went and did. She wasn't pregnant or anything. She'd checked at least four times. But even so, she was pretty sure that her father didn't actually want to know whether or not she'd had her oh so fragile cherry popped. Or that she may or may not have cracked a rib in the popping of the cherry.
"I swear I'm not pregnant."
"Whoa, okay, hold up. My father is Steve Rogers. It’s- it’s probably just a coincidence, you know, Rogers is a common name-"
"My mom’s name is Peggy Carter. She’s- not really."
"Peggy....."
"Is he tall, blond and really buff? Big blue eyes and incredibly patriotic?"
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"I told you I was sorry. Time travel isn’t an exact science.”
"I’m just doing a semester in Latveria. Just two hours away by quinjet."
"I have maybe three actual friends, and you're one of them. You're gonna be off time travelling with your creepy Uncle and I'm just gonna be stuck here with my damn cat."
Like this if you would like to be listed in the relationship page as dad/mom/bestie/buddy/godfather/godmother/kind of boyfriend type thing (we totally made out this one time)/etc
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"What? No. No I won’t accept that… who gave it to you…?"
"Uh, the nice woman doctor at the clinic I went to?"
"Are you pregnant?"
"Pff--Wha--How---."
Keep calm, keep calm.
"Nope, not pregnant. That would mean I'd be doing things to get me pregnant, and I hardly ever get out, so I can't possibly be doing anything that could possibly get me pregnant so there's no way of me getting pregnant ever or at least until I start doing things that could get me pregnant if I'm not safe but I'm always safe so I'm not pregnant."
She takes another deep breath as it all tumbles out of her mouth.
Send me "Are you pregnant?" Or "I'm pregnant!" For my muse's reaction!
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"How long are you gonna be gone this time? Or can’t you tell me that either?”
