#assembledtm: steve

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❝ I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in? ❞ (Steve to Sarah!)

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“It’s my job as a mother to stare at you, sniff out trouble,” Sarah shoots back playfully, but she obeys her son and comes nearer to put an arm around his broad shoulders. She isn’t sure if it’s the emotional upheaval of being thrust into the future or the antidepressants she’s been instructed to take while she’s adjusting, but her alternating highs and lows have brought more frequent highs lately. Artificial or natural, she’ll take what she can get. She hugs her son close and leans down to kiss his cheek, relishing the ability to be close to him, a second chance when she once thought all her chances were run out. “So? You’ve not been up to mischief, have you?”

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“This is the third time this week I’ve woken up at 5 for a healthy breakfast and a morning run and not wanted to kill myself,” MJ says, as if describing a series of symptoms that could only possibly spell out a deadly illness. Sure, he ran circles around her this morning, but you kind of get to expect that from Captain America. “You may not be the worst of all possible role models, but you do get up the earliest.”

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“i’ve lost so many people. i can’t lose you too.” STEVE @ MJ YOU WILL NEED TO STOP ME PLS

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“Eurgh, I’m awake, please, enough with the...talking,” MJ moans. While she was up to this point clinging to the edge of wakefulness but not climbing out of the pool, Steve’s voice had slowly brought her back to dry land. Anesthesia still clings to the back of her face, eyelids drawing together like they’re magnetized to one another, eyes drawing up into her head with every slow blink. 

She doesn’t remember what happened, but it was apparently pretty bad for Steve to be in this kind of state. Probably not a routine appendectomy, then. Nothing hurts, but, well, drugs. Mm. Can’t focus on theories for too long, it’s making her sleepy again. “Ehhn,” she exhales loudly, rubbing her eyes, voice fading more with every word she speaks. “Can you...dad, can I have a smoothie?”

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❝ How about we just never mention this again? ❞ (from Steve to mj! )

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Moments like this are when she misses her parents, but also appreciates Steve, the most. For the most part her periods are normal, but every few months she has what Dad would lovingly refer as a real doozy, huh? Laid up in bed with cramps like you wouldn’t believe, she’d begged Steve to please go to the store and get her ‘period stuff’ because she was too embarrassed to be more specific. That was her first mistake. He came back with a Diva cup and a two-liter bottle of ginger ale, sweet guy did the best with what she gave him. So she asked, no, please, like an industrial strength heating pad and, you know, pads and stuff. Again, her fault, not specific enough. The heating pad was fine but she was pretty sure he accidentally bought pads for adult incontinence in his hurry. Finally she just dragged herself out of bed with a hot water bottle she found under the bathroom sink hugged to her middle and went with him.

So here they are, at the Target self-checkout, with Always Infinity pads, extra strength Motrin, a heated blanket, and a new pair of pajama pants for good measure. Her heart shudders a little when she notices a bag of Dove chocolates at the end of the little conveyor belt that she didn’t pick out.

“Probably for the best that we don’t,” she agrees, and leans a little more of her weight against his side.