#convo || steve

[amomentxofhappiness]

@troublesomemix cont. (steve & persephone)

Steve was surprisingly relaxed while he drove the to the pier and enjoyed their conversation--he was glad that the craddle robber feeling was fading thpugh the smallest part of him was worried about that, deep deep inside. The thing was--and gosh he hated himself for justifying himself with that, she felt and sounded older and he couldn't shake that feeling, not that he mind when she smiled at him.

"Oh I am so not," he admitted with a deep chuckle as they made it to the restaurant. "I just really like this place, they have good food so even if I mess up big time, the food may give me an edge you see?" he joked but was fully true. Plus he felt comfortable there, he was a regular and no one asked for selfies or cared about who he had been not that long ago.

"So, they have great tacos here, but that's probably not date-appropriate food is it? The pasta isalso great," he explained as he waved at the people behind the counter and one told him that his table was ready. Leading the way to one near a window where they could see the marina, he held the chair for her.

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@fatedtragedie​ the awfully domestic slow burn continues

Steve had picked up the twins from school, gotten them a healthy dinner (pizza COUNTED as a healthy dinner since it had veggies on top), got them to complete most of their homework--history and math went okay, the rest... well, Wanda could deal with it tomorrow and  had left an entire pizza for Wanda and he for when she came back.

He had his own place not too far from there but he had Pippin with him at Wanda’s place and the kids loved him--plus he wasn’t about to leave the kids home alone while Wanda was running some errands. He was glad to be trusted enough by her to pick them from school and be liked enough to be ‘uncle Steve’ to them. If felt good to feel needed for something other than tumbling governments or helping refugees. It felt nomrla. He really loved this normal. 

So after making sure the twins showered and were settled in bed, he opened a beer and got a slice of cold pizza, watching some show on Netflix when he heard the door, Pippin’s ears perking up and his tail getting excited. “She’s home, isn’t she?” Steve pet the top of the dog’s head before getting up. “That was a lot of errands. I got them fed, showered and 60% of their homework done. I’m pretty sure they’re not asleep yet but getting there. How did it go?”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@xgoldxnhour​ liked for a starter from steve

       Steve hadn’t been back for long and he was still adjusting to his surroundings, jet lag hit him too, serum or no serum, and as much as he loved helping Thor settle the refugees in New Asgard it was tiring work. All he really wanted was to have a beer and maybe get a cheeseburger and sleep for a week but for some reason he couldn’t sleep and everyone knew his ability for cooking was limited to cold sandwiches and rice. 

       With that in mind he packed his sketchbook and headed out to his favorite place--it wasn’t too far from home and it was quiet enough or well, at least people didn’t stare at him and he could just be Steve there. It was nice. It was normal. He missed normal and that’s all he really wanted to get back. 

        Walking into the place he waved and smiled at the person behind the counter and sat on his usual table. “Hey there,” he greeted setting the backpack next to him. 

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@darksidedgirls​ the wandavision show thingy

Steve knew Wanda could do this by herself but she didn’t have to. He wasn’t Pietro or Vision but he was her friend and he was going to be there for her, holding her hand or just standing 3 feet away from her while she visited the place Vision had bought for them before all this shit came to pass. Vision was gone now but her pain was palpable and he truly hated there wasn’t much he could do about it. 

Once they made it to the little town he got out of the car with her, checking out their surroundings--decades of looking over his shoulder both in and out of war weren’t going to go away that easily--but there was nothing threatening about this place. It actually seemed like a pretty little town to raise a family in, almost out of a christmas movie. He liked it and wondered if Wanda and Vision’s plans were close to his own--his own before the snap happened, before Natasha had died for all of them. 

“Ready?” he asked softly giving her a quick hug before letting go of her but staying not 6 feet away from her as they made it to the spot the house that was never built was going to be in.

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@chingcna​ this is called ‘im being lazy and not changing a thing’ (cont.)

Steve was far too worried about Tommy’s black eye and who was goddamn responsible for it to care much about propriety but he did give the teacher his name and ID so she could check he could take the kids home. Tommy swore he had nothing to do with it but it was hard for it to make sense–Tommy always got into trouble while Billy was like their mom, in more ways than their behavior. “So you didn’t start this?” That’d be a first but the teacher also said as much.

“Is the kid suspended? Are they getting detention? Is that even a thing in elementary school?” he asked a little confused before the boys moved from the teacher to either side of him, already excited about their funday with their uncle. “I’m sorry, I’m Steve. Hi. This whole black eye situation killed my manners, I apologize.”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@thecassnova x steve x nikki

     Steve had thought that the blind date had gone well, at least he had been on his best behavior and he was almost sure he had made Nikki laugh and according to one of his friends, that was a good thing. The date had been a few days ago though and he hadn’t gotten the nerve to text her or call her or mail her and he was sure the more time wet way the weirder it’d get to do it and well, maybe she didn’t want him to either. Self-depreciating as always, he headed out to one of the art classes he had signed up for and somehow messed up with the buildings, ending up in the psychology one and bumping into no other than Nikki. 

     “Hey, I--How are you?” Steve attempted to try and sound like a norma human being with no social anxiety but failed. “I swear I’m not stalking you, I just messed up with the building I think. How--how you’ve been?”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@oldmcncy steve & amira

     Steve LOVED being on uncle duty. Some people would probably hate it but he had the spare time and he loved spending time with Wanda’s kids. He loved hanging out with them and help them out having a normal childhood (or as normal as possible considering their circumstances). So when Wanda called and asked him to pick up the kids from school he had already planned at least 5 things for them to do together (the first being getting cheeseburgers because the kids loved them and Wanda wouldn’t let them).

      As he made it to the school, he was waiting near other parents and waved eagerly at the kids when he saw them getting out, even though one had a black eye that made Steve frown and take a few steps closer to them and their teacher. “Hey, hi. I’m Steve. I’m their uncle. What happened?”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@freedompersonified​ multiverse of madness ft. earth hopping

      Steve was on a mission: he had to get the Steve from this earth and try to fix the mess the old man steve had made on his own earth. Steve hadn’t fully understood what Peter and Bruce attempted to explain a hundredth times already but he got enough to know that if they didn’t stop Strange and Wanda from the old steve earth things would get much worse for all earths. Apparently they had the wrong idea, they thought that whatever the old man Steve had done had splitted the universe into a multiverse but the people on Steve’s own earth knew better. They knew there were parallel earths, that time was linear and that by staying in the past that old steve asshole had triggered too many paradoxes but that they couldn’t be stopped by magic. And he also knew that Wanda was in pain--that Wanda was going through House of M, only, they didn’t have mutants on that earth, did they? Bruce wasn’t entirely sure of that but they had seen what happened when Strange pushed Wanda (his Wanda) to the edge and it wasn’t pretty. He couldn’t let that happen again, even if this Wanda wasn’t his Wanda. She was still a Wanda, a mom wanting her kids back. A person that had been through the ringer again and again. 

      So he was going to get this other Steve, who seemed to be functional enough to deal with all the shit he was about to throw at him. 

       He found the super buff blonde Steve in a coffee place, pretending to be lost in his drawing but he knew better than that. “So, hi. I’m gonna cut to the chase cos I know you know I followed you here and I really don’t wanna start with the wrong foot and get stabbed with that pencil you got there,” he started looking at the other guy. “My name is Steve. Rogers. Formerly Captain America. I’m from another earth and I’m here because Wanda needs your help. We all need your help.”