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[isavethem]

"Hi, sunshine boy," Sarah's voice was soft, tentative as she stepped into the room and faced Steve fully. (celticspitfire)

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Steve looked up from what he was drawing, flipping a blank page over it quickly. Between the asthma attack this morning and the sound thrashing he’d gotten after standing up to some boys in the afternoon, the young blond was about over the day. “Hi Mom. How was work?”

He hoped, somehow, that the room was dark enough to hide his busted lip and black eye. Though he doubted it. 

[rightisntalwayseasy]

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A long day made even longer by the run in on the street with paps yelling at him about Tony, about Bucky, about Thor and Bruce missing, about anything under the sun. He’d just gone out for groceries and had had to fight his way back into the Tower where he was staying while he was in New York on Avengers business. The compound was nice, but sometimes he needed to be in the heart of the city. He headed in, greeting Friday as he walked into the main room, walking straight to the elevator to go to his floor. What he wasn’t expecting was a pretty blonde in his apartment, looking at his things with her back turned to him when he got there. He was immediately defensive, not realizing Tony let strangers this far into the tower. “You shouldn’t be here, ma’am,” he said, setting his bags down as he waited for an explanation. “Tony doesn’t like visitors, and this is a closed floor.”

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