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@strongheartedrogers
Oh, thank you. I just lost track of time and I had this meeting that I already missed…I might need to sleep more hours. [shakes head] I’m sorry, but have we met before? [whisper]
You should sleep, its bad if you don't get the hours you need. [raises a brow] I don't believe we have, honey. I'm Sarah Rogers.
Hm, yes, I think I might be lost?
Well you're on 5th avenue if that helps.
To tell, or not to tell? “Steve Rogers.” She could’ve said Captain America, but nah. That name was too widely known.
"Steve Rogers?" She chuckled lightly, nodding her head. "Well he is my son."
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Been a while, ma’am. It’s me, Bucky. James. Steve’s friend?"
"Bucky... You're the chap Steven would play with, right?"
"Hm, oh nothing you can do for me hun, except look pretty."
"Oh... Well thank you. Could I ask what you're doing here though?"
“—Right… Arrivederci, Signora.”
"Goodbye Mrs Stark and good luck."
”Actually— I’m going to stay out of it. I just hope you keep your promise and don’t speak a word of my little visit today.”
"I'm a woman of my word, Mrs Stark."
strongheartedrogers
"—-…you look…a lot like my uncle…"
"Your uncle? And who would that be, little lady?"
“For starters, Miss Rogers, you look as young as I do— but instead you’re supposed to be older than my husband.”
"I'm sure you would do desperate things to help raise your sick son."
"Do I have to prove to you he's my son? Or are you just going to ignore that and name me a 'fan'?"
”Some fans have been known to take things a little too far—”
"You cannot be serious... You're trying to tell me that I'm not the mother to my dead son? Do you not have any empathy at all?"
" Nothing, you said two blocks away? Thank you."
"Its.. Not a problem."
“Well— you claiming to be a dead man’s mother is a tad… Worrying.”
"... You think I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true?"
"I know, just to keep yourself safe."
"Excuse me?"
”Si, mi dispiace. It’s a bad habit… Ya’know, I think I’m starting to regret coming here—”
"Did I do something wrong?"
”No, just… Questo giorno mantiene sempre più strano—”
"I'm sorry? Sorry, I don't speak.. Italian is it?"
He was frustrated and hurt that, after all this time, she was still alive, and he’d never known. Steve had gone to war, had all but died in the war, and had come back to a new time, thinking he had nothing and no one left in the world. He let out a soft cry and slid his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “I won’t let you go again,” he whispered roughly. “I missed you so much, Ma. I thought I’d lost you.”
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her. She understood his pain, she had watched him from far, so desperate to see him and yet, she couldn't. It almost killed her but she ventured on. She ran a hand through his hair, the other smoothing a hand over his back. "I missed you too, baby. More than you realise." She murmured into his ear, a smile growing across her face. "You have made me the most proud woman in the world. I am so proud of you, Steven."
