i miss thunderbolts so much and i can’t wait to see them again on disney+, so here’s a little thunderbolts blurb i wrote spontaneously..
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THUNDERBOLTS TOWER SHORT FIC: you got injured.
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It had been a week since your last mission—the one where you’d gotten injured pretty badly; a nasty cut to the leg.
You’d convinced the team you were fine, or at least tried to. But to no surprise of course, no one bought it.
They didn’t baby you—that wasn’t really your team’s style. But they had their own subtle ways of showing concern; someone always brought food to your room without you asking. John hadn’t nagged you about training in days. Bob made sure your favorite drinks always ended up in the fridge after his grocery runs.
Now, you sat on the edge of your bed, mentally bracing yourself to stand. You knew you were pushing it—the wound still burned when you moved the wrong way—but you couldn’t keep being dependent on the team. You had to get back to normal.
You grunted as you pushed yourself upright, pain immediately stabbing through your leg. Almost immediately, Ava phased through the wall. She didn’t even flinch as she gently pushed you back down onto the bed.
“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?”
“Walking?” You answered simply.
“What for?”
“I just wanted a snack from the kitchen, Ava. And didn’t we talk about knocking first—”
Ava immediately cut you off, “Nope. That went out the window the second you decided to violate your healing instructions. Didn’t Val tell you to rest?”
“And you just do whatever Val tells you to?”
“Y/N.” Her tone was flat now, her usual sarcasm gone.
You sighed, letting your head fall back in surrender. “Fine. Sorry.”
Ava smiled, and phased back through the wall, only to return seconds later with snacks in hand.
Your eyes lit up as she handed them to you. “How’d you know?”
“A thank you would suffice.” Ava replied.
“Thanks, Ava.”
Later that night, when the team inevitably found out what had happened, Alexei gave you a long, loud, exhausting rant about the importance of listening to your body, taking care of your physique, and not doing “reckless nonsense.” Bucky crossed his arms and just stared at you like a disappointed father. The worst kind of judgment.
You were sat on the couch as the team towered over you.
“Y/N, I will literally duct tape you onto your bed.” Yelena threatened as she rummaged through one of the cabinets for duct tape.
“You disrespected your body, your vessel! When I was your age, I fought with a shattered rib, in the coldest winter St. Petersburg had seen in decades. No food, no backup, nothing!” Alexei started, whenever he started ranting you knew it’d last atleast half an hour. You opened your mouth. He raised a finger.
“Don’t interrupt. I am educating you.”
You groaned into a pillow as he continued his rant.
But as you finally tucked yourself into bed, a quiet smile spread across your face. You didn’t have a biological family anymore. But you had them. The Thunderbolts.
And for once, that felt like more than enough. But dear God you were terrified of the possibility of being taped onto your bed by Yelena.
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omg.. finally my first writing post here i hope yous enjoyed that, english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry for any mistakes i may have made..
if you have any scenarios you’d want me to write about, do tell me :33 i love writing about my beloved found family
Do you know what fliks are? I didn’t until today! They’re fandomy songs - and this one by batsutousai is so much fun! Thanks for having the blanket permissions in your profile, so that I could create this cover!
Fill for the @stevetonygames - Free Space for Team AU.
characters: Loki, Sigyn Original female character, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thor, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Shannon Carter, Phil Coulson, Avengers 6
Chapter 1: Her Mother’s Daughter
Sigyn stood leaning over the crib, watching her baby girl coo at the mobile. Just as the nursery door closed with a click, her husband wrapped his arms around her from behind as he nuzzled her neck.
"She's beautiful," the elder princess remarked, drawing the prince's arms tighter around herself.
"Her mother's daughter indeed," said the prince of Asgard, Loki Odinson.
The just returned general pressed a strong kiss on his wife's hair before he let her go and picked up baby Eira. The young princess cooed and grabbed at a jet black stray of hair on her father's head, the proof without doubt that the baby girl was his. As Loki playfully bounced her in his arms, the baby's mother was not equally ecstatic. Sigyn chuckled at the heavenly sight and sighed sadly as she stroked Eira's cheek. Loki was too busy enjoying his new role to notice, and was caught much off guard when she spoke next.
"Almost makes me wish we didn't have to do what we have to do."
Loki now finally looked up at his wife, his brows knotted in worry.
"I don't follow, love."
With her father's face turned away, Eira found new interest in her mother's heavy necklace, so Sigyn took her in her arms, allowing the baby to play with the chains as she and her husband sat on the couch.
"She's not safe," the mother said as she kissed her daughter's head and put her down on the floor.
"She is our daughter. She is MY daughter, the granddaughter of Odin, the princess of two nations. How could she possibly be in any danger?"
"The Celestials. They left my kingdom in ruins, and I am their only legacy. I sense them getting closer each day. Loki, if they find us. If they find Eira-"
"Their actions against you will be a sign of war. Sigyn, you are the last queen of Alynia, the princess of Asgard, any-"
"You do not understand Loki! You are as blind in love as your brother is in his pride" Sigyn's voice had risen, frustrated. Eira whimpered at her mother's angry tone, so her father picked her up, swaying himself to ease the infant.
"Eira's barely 2 years old, and her powers haven't been initiated. She will be the most powerful mystic, and she cannot protect herself. And we are not enough!"
The infant mystic finally let out a wail, frustrating her mother even more as Loki tried more to calm his baby.
"The best way for her to be kept safe, is for her to be dead."
"Sigyn!" Loki whispered angrily at his wife while still rocking the girl in his arms.
"I have barely the heart to say the words. I live and breath for her, I couldn't live if she didn't. But, no one could hurt her if they believed her to be dead. I can suffer her not being with us, not knowing us, but I cannot hold my baby girl in my arms without her-" all the courage she had built up to reveal her decision to her husband slipped out of her as her mind showed her images she did not have the heart to see.
As the tension built up in the nursery, thunder rolled outside the window, the lightning flashing the night as bright as day. Where normally an upset infant would have been more uneasy, the little princess laughed her baby laugh in recognition. To Eira, the thunder could only mean the best uncle in all the realms. To her parents, it marked the return of Thor and his company from battle. The first prince's returns had now also begun to be initiated by his niece, to whom Thor went to first, even before checking in with the King and Queen.
As if on cue, the giant green door of Loki's castle thundered open, the noise second only to Thor's roar for his niece.
"Princess! See what treasures your uncle brings for you!"
"We will talk about this later, love." Loki only had a second to whisper to his wife when his brother finally entered the nursery. Sigyn, the closest to the door, was the first to be greeted by Thor, in his characteristic jolly embraces, of course. The princess left to provide her services in the Healing Halls as Thor had his first glance at his niece. Skipping his brother, Thor swiftly stole Eira from her father's embrace and swung her wide and high in his own arms.
"What's this, my Elska? Has your father dulled you to the point of tears!" he taunted, noticing the trail of tears on her cheek. "Ah he is no fun now, all mature and responsible!"
"And I am the dull one? Brother, of you and I, I am the one with magic." Loki proved his point by whisking up a rattle out of thin air, which Thor grabbed to entertain the baby girl.
The father smiled at the uncle and niece playing, but then became reminded of the recent conversation he had left unfinished with his wife. Loki walked over to the fireplace, resting his elbow on the mantle as he stared into the wall corner, his brows all knitted up again.
"You are troubled, Loki?" Thor asked, snapping him out of his contemplations, and he smiled at his daughter.
"Ah, it is nothing," Loki replied, walked back to the duo with his arms clasped behind his back.
"Perhaps when you wed Sif, you may share my headache, brother." Loki poked at his brother's most probable near future, with the two having been betrothed in word since they had been born.
Thor laughed, as usual giving no importance to the matter.
"I believe Lady Sif will not be too fond of you calling her a pain, brother. As neither I suppose are you, Lady Sigyn?"
Loki spun towards the door, quickly realizing his older brother's trickery as Sigyn was still away, and Thor laughed at his brother.
"Your father may be the prince of Mischief and Magic, princess! But your uncle has a few tricks up his sleeve as well!"
Being referred by his title again brought Sigyn's words to the front of his mind, and Loki walked away to the window, distressed. This time, Thor payed serious attention to his brother's features and left the girl on the floor to play with her trinkets as he walked over to her father.
"This is not a marital woe."
"Sigyn fears the Celestials coming closer to finding her everyday. She fears for Eira, if they should find her or, or worse."
As if she had understood her father, Eira began to cry, but her uncle quickly went over and picked her up, swinging and laughing to put her at ease.
"Do not cry, my princess. Your uncle will hunt down the monsters and slay them all!" Thor promised his niece just like he had promised her father when they had been boys.
The baby laughed with her uncle and held on to his bicep to keep herself up, but soon her tiny hands became encircled in golden white smoke. Both niece and uncle stared at the form, and Loki, seeing its reflection in the window, quickly turned around, walking over interestedly. The cloud grew over Thor's arms and Loki quickened his pace, reaching just as the cloud vanished with a spark and Eira was thrown from her uncle's embrace, luckily to be caught in her father's arms. He pressed her head to his chest in a protective hug, and when she was turned around again, Eira's gaze was stuck on her uncle's upper arm.
"I suppose this means the princess just got her powers?" Thor stroked the baby's hair, who moved her head back to be able to still see what she was looking at.
"What's that you're looking at, elska?" Loki asked her, bouncing her up in his arms as he and his brother followed her gaze. Thor tilted his arm inward to take a better look at the shape that had formed on his bicep, a tiny starburst.
"Oho princess! I had tasked myself by getting you a star first, but I see you beat me to it." Thor stepped closer, letting the infant reach for the mark on his arm as he reached for her other hand. The whole of Eira's hand wrapped around his one index finger, and he flipped it over to show her the same starburst on her wrist.
Eira still held on to her uncle's finger as her head drooped into her father's neck, clearly drained by her first magic. Loki smiled at his tiring baby and shifted her so her head laid in the crook of his arm. Thor drew up his finger, with the tiny hand still latched on, and kissed her hand goodnight.
"Dream well, my elska," he lay her hand in her father's who bundled her up tight, and patting his brother on the shoulder, Thor finally left to see his parents.
"L-Loki?" Sigyn stuttered, shocked to find her fiancé with her mortal nemesis.
"Oh, evening there, S- your Highness! Hope you don't mind me just passing through. I believe you're blocking my seat?"
"The throne's not yours. It will never be!" Frigga declared with a puffed chest.
"Won't it? When I'm wed to the prince of Asgard?"
"You've got the wrong one." Sif motioned.
"Would you rather I have the right one, Sif?"
"You can try, bitch." Sif replied, her sword at the ready.
"See, Loki?" Lorelei sweetly turned to Loki, enticing him. "They have no respect for you. Wasting your potential while they hand their realm to a complete buffoon. Show them what you are."
Loki smirked and with a whirl of his hand, a dozen more soldiers beamed up into the room and Sif led the Valkyrie into battle again.
Lorelei proudly marched through the chaos like nothing was happening, but was met by Frigga's blade.
"Your plan is flawed, Lorelei. You will not have Asgard!"
Lorelei casually stepped back and wished a blade in her hand.
"Is it, really? Well my men are searching for his Sleepiness as we speak, and have full orders to kill on sight."
Sigyn, listening to their conversation nearby, took notice of her words and caught Loki heading towards Odin's chamber and snuck after him.
"And as far as your first born goes, whenever he does make the decision to come rescue his family, he'll be met by me."
"I'll have your neck before then!" The ever graceful queen threatened and engaged Lorelei into battle.
Being family, of course Loki knew exactly where his father was kept during his powerful naps. Hence he powerfully marched through the hall cleared of guards, and burst through the door, only to find it bare.
"He was moved," he scoffed to the floor, recognizing his tail.
"Contingency plan. Of course he was. You don't suppose we'd lay him out for anyone to kill?"
Loki chucked knowingly and turned.
"Heimdall."
"Stop it, love!" Sigyn begged, daring to come close.
"Break out of it, you are Loki, sorcerer supreme. Snap out of it! You don't think I know? You want the throne with or without Lorelei. You forget that you already have one, with me!" She came close enough to cup his cheek and Loki glowered. "You will be king of Alynia!"
Loki pushed her away and turned from her.
"And how could I be happy being king of nothing! You don't know me well, Sigyn!"
"You'd have me! Our family! You once said that mattered more to you than any crown ever could! Do you not remember any of that! Do you not remember this morning?!" Her puppy dog eyes did nothing to break the spell he was under.
"Where is Odin, Sigyn?" Loki asked stiffly, unaffected by her pleas.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Your stalling won't save him from what's to come. Where is he?!" He emphasized with green flares encircling his hands.
As much as it killed her to, Sigyn wasn't slow to put up her own defenses, but she knew, as did he, that she couldn't.
"I wouldn't if you pleaded." Sigyn said bravely.
Her courage twitched when he was instantly upon her, his grasp on her waist not at all endearing.
"I won't be the one begging." With a tug, she was glued to him, her arms pinned between their chests, which he took advantage of.
With a bubbly green substance dancing between his fingers, he tapped two to her forehead, sending the green spell shooting inside her mind to retrieve her memory.
Blood trickled down her nose and his heart burned. Even under Lorelei's spell, he was unable to hurt her. He immediately let her go, and she fell to the floor.
"You are not aware. You are not important enough to know." He correctly assumed that she did not know, and walked away from her, determined to complete his orders.
"You're still there." Sigyn whispered. "Stop, Loki. Lest you regret for eternity."
"And you're strong enough to stop me?" He turned and teased.
Sigyn rested her hands on the floor, holding her head and his attention. He drew closer, interested to see what she could do. He was caught off guard when she shot a white energy beam at him, sending him flying into a column behind. The pillar cracked on impact and Loki lay in the rubble as Sigyn proudly strode his way.
"I asked you to stop." Her hair was mystically up in the air as white smoke circled her hands.
Loki only scoffed at her show of strength and got himself standing. His cunning smile only lasted a second longer before he tossed a dagger at her from thin air. Even with her eyes glazed over, Sigyn brushed the dagger aside and shot at him again, which he dodged this time. Their quarry went on for some while and the student and teacher were proved to be evenly matched, till Loki found a cruel loophole.
Having managed to be in her personal space, Loki grabbed her arms and drew her in for a kiss, stunning her to loosen the control of her powers. With her brain unable to send orders to her hands, she wasn't aware when Loki had clasped a magic binding cuff to her hands. He pulled back and smiled cunningly into her golden eyes before roughly pushing her away.
"I seem to have the inability to kill you. Lorelei must be so disappointed in me. In any form, we can't have you in her way, off you go!"
Loki whisked his hand at her and with a cloud of green smoke, Sigyn was no longer in front of him, instead locked away in a cell where magic was of no use to her. With Sigyn dealt with, Loki fumed as he stormed back to the court where the battle still raged on.
The soldiers worked to keep Frigga away from their momentary Queen as she sat watching amusedly from the steps to the throne. Loki's reentrance from behind her only distracted her for a short second, but he had fully caught her attention when Loki waved his mother away from the fight.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She groaned, strengthening her control on him.
"They'll stay out of the way. Odin's not here." He kept walking as he spoke, not startled by Lorelei's magical appearance by his side.
"Heimdall." She cursed, realizing Odin was moved.
"You'll waste your time. We'll find Thor."
"Not with his better half we won't."
With that reminder, Loki finally stopped and turned to find the Goddess of War between the battle. When she finally came in sight, he managed to throw a spell on her eyes even with the great distance between them, and Sif fell to the floor, the clanging of her sword the last sound before the battle seized momentarily.
"You killed her?"
"And have her ghost haunt me? Please, she still fights, and it will surely take her a long minute to find herself displaced."
Lorelei cunningly smiled and wrapped around his arm as they walked out the court room. They had one step out the door and the magically drafted soldiers vanished in the wind.
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*Punch*
There's not enough time. I've gotta pull into the water.
*punch punch*
You wont be alone.
*undercut*
She's coding!
Oh God! This guy is still alive.
The links snapped like twigs as the bag spiraled off and landed with a heavy thud. Steve undid and rewrapped the tape around his knuckles and went for another. He had gotten it over his shoulder when he sensed her presence and let the bag slip behind him. He finally sat after a long workout session.
"Stalker by trade?" He asked the shadows as his head hung between his legs.
"Assassin, agent, mercenary...by trade." The voice replied cockily and Natasha Romanov sat beside Steve.
"Natasha Romanoff."
"Steve D- Rogers." Funny how he used to catch himself saying his real last name. By now it was the other way around.
"Can't sleep?"
"Last time I did that... went for 70 years." He pushed off the bag and stood catching his breath.
"Your... sister's not in 1950s Atlantic. Medicine's gone up since your nap."
Nat scoffed as she walked beside him and Steve smiled at her.
"What?" He shielded his eyes from the daylight as they stepped out onto the deck.
"There was... There was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice."
"I'll bet you they weren't as surprised as me." Steve said smiling a second before agent Coulson joined them.
"Nat. Captain."
Captain America nodded back.
"They need you at the bridge." He addressed Nat and off she went.
"I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping." Steve looked down on the guy walking next to him.
Coulson caught himself.
"I mean, I was...I was present while you were unconscious from the ice." He cleared his throat. "You know, it's really, it's just a...just a huge honor to have you on board."
"That guy belong here?" Steve nodded to the squirrelly little guy who seemed very unaware of his surrounding.
"That's Dr. Bruce Banner."
"Same guy trying to replicate the serum that was used on me?"
"A lot of people were. You were the world's first superhero. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula."
"Didn't really go his way, did it?"
"Not so much. When he's not that thing though, guy's like a Stephen Hawking."
Steve didn't get that reference.
"He's... like a smart person. Dr. Banner!" Coulson called out to the scientist as they approached his way.
"Oh, yeah. Hi!"
The Captain and the Hulk finally meet.
"They told me you'd be coming."
"Word is you can find the cube."
"Is that the only word on me?" Banner asked, wringing his hands.
"Only word I care about." Said America's most righteous man.
"Must be strange for you, all this."
Looking around the military flight deck, Steve shook his head.
"This is actually kind of familiar. I just hope I'm the man for the job."
"Oh, you are. Absolutely." Nat pitched a vote of confidence upon her return.
"We...uh... we've made some modifications to the uniform." Coulson informed. "I had a little design input." With pride.
"The uniform? Aren't the Stars and Stripes a little...old fashioned?"
"Everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashioned." Natasha Romanoff, the sentimentalist.
"We should head back inside soon. Meet you at the bridge." Coulson left ahead of them, leaving the avengers to talk.
"I thought Coulson was gonna swoon."
Steve Rodgers blushed in praise.
"Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"
"Trading Cards?" Even Sam wasn't that big of a fan.
"They're vintage, he's very proud."
The alarms went off, warning of imminent danger.
"Gentlemen, you may wanna step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breath."
"Is this is a submarine?" Asked the 90 year old soldier.
Banner scoffed and stared death glares at the land he was standing on.
"Really? They wanted me in a submerged pressurized metal container?"
"Who said we're going down?"
Captain and Hulk exchanged looks and walked to the edge of the airspace to have air gushed at them as the rotators pushed the ship off the water.
"Oh, no. This is much worse."
The boys looked up as the skies grew near and Natasha stood with hands on her hips like a proud mother hen.
The gym started off slow, so with the plenty down time, Steve and Kiera head over to the Witter's bakery for remodeling. Katie Witter agreed to all of Lindsay and Kiera's plans, even to the ones Steve didn't know of. The girls made the blueprints, and Steve and Sam did the construction while the brothers helped when they could. And by the time halloween rolled around, the student corner was ready for business. Steve made friends with old people and war veterans, and Kiera befriended the regular kids at the bakery.
"So, do we got any plans for halloween?" Kiera asked Steve as they cleaned up the gym after closing one night.
"Why? Do you?" Steve answered her question with a question.
"Katie's throwing a little party at the bakery. Obviously, we're invited."
"And obviously, you've already accepted the invitation." Steve knew.
"Not like we got anything better to do. Hey! I got a fantastic idea!" Kiera jumped of the reception desk.
"I'm not going to find it so fantastic on the get go, am I?"
"What if you went as Captain America! And Sam could be your, what were they?"
"Howling Commando?"
"Yeah, that. What do you think?"
"And people won't start to wonder if I'm actually Captain America?"
"Trust me, in this age, a lot of people aren't that smart." Kiera boldly replied as she helped Steve put away the last of the gym tools.
"While we're on the topic, did you ever have any girl Howling Commandos?"
"Well, she wasn't exactly a Howling Commando," Steve derailed, "but she was something."
"And something especially special to you?" Kiera prodded.
"Peggy Carter. She was my guide; moral, strategic. She owes me a dance." Steve reminisced as he sat on a machine.
"Steve, is she..." Kiera didn't want to say the word.
"No, no. She's still alive. That's what kind of makes it harder."
"If she's as good as you, how did she have a part in making an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D?"
"Believe it or not, S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't always that bad, it was made to reestablish the first war agency. The SSR fell off the tracks after the war ended. But I guess the 1940's were limited by society; a frail kid from Brooklyn couldn't be a soldier, a woman couldn't be a leader, or pretty much anything. That's one of the biggest reasons she joined S.H.I.E.L.D's founders. Howard Stark made sure she had the authority."
"Wait, Howard Stark? As in rich guy, technology industry."
"Yea that guy. What's so amazing?" Steve was perplexed.
"You were friends with Tony Stark's father! That is like, well, in the top 5 list of coolest things about you. So, is it okay I go dressed as Agent Peggy Carter on halloween?"
"If you think you could pull it of!" Steve teased her.
"And now that you know Peggy's backstory with S.H.I.E.L.D," Steve picked her up and sat her on the front desk, "what's yours?" he asked in all seriousness.
"Oh boy, here goes. Once upon a time, when I was 8..."
"Kiera, it's your bed time honey!" Mrs. Rickman came in the room as Kiera cleaned up her toys.
"Okay! I'm just going to put Polly to bed," the little girl replied as she tucked her doll in her bed.
"Here's your toothbrush. I'll be right outside if you need me." Mrs. Rickman lead Kiera to the bathroom with her new toothbrush.
"I'm 8 years old now, I'm a big girl. I can go to the bathroom by all myself."
The doorbell rang and Mrs. Rickman had to drag Kiera back into the bathroom. It was one of Kiera's 8 year old things to do, being the first one to open the doors to the bell.
"Now, don't you worry and stay right here and brush your teeth. Daniel will get the door." Kiera pouted and went back to the bathroom as Daniel came out the kitchen to tend to the door.
She ran the tap slow so she could hear what was going on.
"Hello, may I help you?" Daniel said as he opened the door
"Good evening, I apologize for the late hour, but we're here with a concern about your neighbor, Mrs. Evans." A loud, man's voice replied, and she heard cars in the background.
"Of course. Please, join me on the porch." That was the last thing she could properly hear before the door closed and she returned her attention to the task at hand.
As Kiera brushed her teeth in the bathroom, lights beamed through the blinds. She quickly rinsed and turned off the tap, and tip toed to the window. She crunched below the sill to see through the shutters.
It was dark outside, like always, but that night it just felt different. Like that dream or movie where the camera pulses towards you as if something bad was going to happen. The black was suddenly shattered by bright white headlights, and an engine soared through the silence as it shut off. It was a black van of some sort, but not one that looked family friendly.
As Kiera tried to focus on it, she could faintly tell the white-grey outline of a bird. She squinted her eyes to see better, but a person suddenly walked up to the window, his side towards the house. He held a big gun in his hands and wore a curling wire behind his ear. And on his bicep, was a white Eagle. There was a burst of noise from behind the man's ear and Kiera quickly hunched down to the floor, almost about to cry.
As the man stood his post, the voice through the wire became more clear:
"Mrs Evans' body was found on the site of a car crash. A semi truck crashed into a blue Volkswagen," the other voice said.
"Oh Lord have mercy. The bug sounds like hers."
"I have been made aware that she has left behind a little girl."
There was a pause.
"To the extent of my knowledge, her daughter was with her. They never left each other."
Mr. Rickman lied. She was hiding in their bathroom, but why would he have lied.
"You wouldn't mind if I came inside?"
"I'll take the liberty to say I've been a lawyer in my past life. And given the hour of night, I'm sure you can understand if I ask for some papers."
"Of course, I'm afraid I don't have them on me tonight. I apologize for the interruption, and I truly am sorry for your loss."
"The morning after, the Rickman's got my stuff from our house and they sweet talked me as they dropped me at a foster house. They used to write letters to me once in a while, but then I was given to a family. And then returned, and then given out again. But then 3 years ago, I decided that I wasn't a rag doll, and I left. Leave everything behind."
"Sometimes, the best that we can do is to start over." Steve quoted Peggy as he decided she would do a heck of a job as a Peggy Carter.
"So, we'll go costume shopping in the morning? I need an American flag basically, and you need a red Stetson."
"Honest to God, Steve!" Kiera exclaimed, reeling in from her sadness
"What? Captain America needs to have an American outfit, and what's more American than red, blue, and stars?"
"I was talking about the red Stetson!" she jokingly punched him in the chest.
"It was pretty in fashion in the 40's. Completes the badass "what're you gonna do about it" female super spy look,"
"Okay, okay. We'll go costume hunting together. And you are NOT wrapping an American flag around yourself."
