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Sammy you got some ‘splainin to do...

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“Uh…” Damn her built in lie detector. He couldn’t really lie to Beth, hell, nobody could. Andy had tried once, only once. Sam took another sip of coffee before sighing.

“Beth… What I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this table…” Sam said, his tone becoming quiet and stern. He glanced around before leaning in close. “Beth, Clint and I… We’re part of a special team…. May have heard about us. The Avengers? Anyway, you didn’t hear this from me cause Clint keeps it on the down low. Needless to say, not the point of this whole thing.”

When she changed the subject, Sam was mentally thanking whichever powers that be had graced him in that moment. Hell he’d thank Thor if the Asgardian was present.

“Well, about a year now. And she makes me happier than anything has in a very long time.” Sam explained, his dread becoming replaced with pure and utter joy as he talked about Emily. “I want to do whatever it takes to make her happy Beth.”

Well, actually plenty of people could lie to Beth, and she was oblivious to it, but she knew Sam like she knew her own bones. It was a sister thing, even if they weren’t technically related by genetics. She watched him drink his coffee. “Seriously, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” She winked. When his tone changed and Sam moved in closer, Beth tilted her head. What he told her was possibly the last thing she expected to hear, and she sat back, honest to goodness stunned. “Shut...the...front door. It may not be the point of this Sam, but...oh jeeze. Jay’s gonna kill him, if you don’t get each other killed first.” There was a very real and terrible fear in her eyes. Beth had watched the News, had lived through the Battle of New York. If what had happened to Andy happened to Sam and Clint....she couldn’t even process that. With a breath, she forced herself to focus on his talk of Emily, it was a far safer thing. “Okay. Well. Wow. Alright.” A series of non-commital words. She rubbed at one eye. “Well. In light of that, I guess all I can say is... you go...and chase your Unicorn, Sam Wilson. But you have to get Jay to say yes. And invite your momma. And I guess you’re picking Steve as your best man?” Clearly, Beth thought that honour should go to her.

#Iwasntapilot #Darn you Sam

"Soooooo I talked to Jayden and I'd like your input on the matter... I'd like to propose to Emily"

Samuel. Thomas. Wilson. We are having a talk. You, Me. Jay. Morgan’s mornings. Now.

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1. Beth would literally do anything she could so long as she was capable of it, for Sam Wilson. She believes he is a good man, and deserves to be recognized for it.2. She envies Sam’s natural charm, and strives to emulate how chill he is about almost everything.3. Beth didn’t actually have to work the weekend Emily moved from DC back to New York, she just wanted them to meet and it was the most expedient way to do it without looking like she was playing Matchmaker. And some day, she hopes she’s rewarded with many beautiful dark eyed babies.4. Beth will always carry Sam’s guilt for him in her suitcase, and she stole his itty bitty man-purse when he wasn’t looking. Of all the people she could blame for the terrible things that happened, not just to her brother, but to everyone else whose ever encountered the Avengers, he’s the one who remains spotless and pure in her eyes.

5. Chicken wings and pool halls. That’s their version of ‘netflix and chill’. 6. There is only one person in the world that Beth would trust to drive Andy’s ‘65 Mustang. That would be Sam. Mostly because she knows he knows what it means to her, and she suspects he drives like an old lady.

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Distances

@iwasntapilot (your hurt meme ask) “It’s okay to hurt & breakdown. You don’t have to be strong all the time, Sam.” Beth glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “No one can.”

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The Language of Coffee (Closed)

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Prue blinked and then set her head on Sam’s leg. While she was a large dog, she was quiet and strangely polite.

Jayden on the other hand was a flurry of swift moves. Sam had just come in at the right time. the morning stragglers had just finished leaving and she wouldn’t hit another whirlwind of customers wouldn’t come till the afternoon. She made quick work of putting the latte together. She was done with it in under a minute. With a tall dark green cup in hand she brought it out to him.

“Schatzi, platz.” Jayden said setting the cup down in front of Sam. She leaned back a bit and crossed her arms. Prue huffed but stepped back and laid down next to Jayden“So other than Clint, what brings ya to New York sweeth’art?”

She was curious. He seemed familiar to her she just couldn’t put her finger on where she knew him from. Did she ever meet him in court? No, doubtful. Maybe on one of her many road trips. Nah, that couldn’t be it. Jayden would figure it out sooner or later. Still she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to the piñon coffee and a chocolate mix would go well.

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Sam had been on his way back to the helicarrier after investigating a supposed Hydra cell when he heard Steve over his radio. “Steve? Steve! I don’t know if you can hear me but I’ll be there in twenty minutes!” He replied turning around and diving off of the jet he’d been using. The agents called out to him, telling him to stop but Sam didn’t hear them as his gear deployed and he began flying to Steve’s location.

“Sam? I can hear you Sam. Watch yourself coming in, there’s smoke, debris all over the place.”

Steve looked around at the burning wrecks around him, not knowing where to even begin. There were some screams but they were too far away for him to pinpoint. The smoke was beginning to make him cough. He stumbled forward towards where he thought the ground zero was. He needed to make sure there was not going to be a second blast.

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Country Bar Talent Night AU Open (Open to All)

Martha watched as the owner of the bar set a stool for her on the stage, her guitar in her hands as she slowly stepped up and sat down. It wasn’t exceptionally crowded tonight, about half the usual. “Hi, um, my name’s Martha and...well...I’m gonna be singing Traveling Soldier. I hope you enjoy it.” She said quietly as she adjusted the mic and strummed the first few chords.

“Two days past eighteen He was waiting for the bus in his army green Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go..”

As she started singing though, her shy and timid voice became powerful and heartfelt with each word leaving her lips.

“So they went down and they sat on the pier He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care I got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of He said when it's getting kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang A man said folks would you bow your heads For a list of local Vietnam dead Crying all alone under the stands Was a piccolo player in the marching band And one name read but nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming

I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home”

As she strummed the last chord, she pushed a strand of her blond hair from her face and leaned towards the mic. “Thank you...” Quickly she took her guitar and made her way off the stage, her shyness taking over again.