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[ text: steve ] Usually you are up and out for a run by now. [ text: steve ] Why not this morning?

[ text: Diana ] Rough mission last night. [ text: Diana ] Decided my morning was better spent in bed while I’m nursing a couple slightly-broken bones.

[devotedspy]

But I Made Pancakes - Steve & Diana

“The first step is the one you believe in…The second one might be profound,” Steve sang softly while standing over the stove with a spatula in one hand and a bright blue potholder in the other, protecting his hand from the hot cast iron frying pan. He watched carefully as the tiny bubbles in the pancake batter popped while the down side cooked. “I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm…Don't worry I'll keep you warm…I'll follow you down…” With a flick of his wrist, he flipped the trio of pancakes over to finish cooking, pleased with the golden brown of the smooth side. “Can I cook, or can I cook.”

Another few minutes, and he slid the finished cakes onto Diana’s plate at the breakfast table. The kitchen was flooded with warm sunlight. Outside her could hear the cries of the gulls and the rolling of the waves hitting the beach and rocks. It reminded him of the island, and he hoped she felt the same way. A new home to replace what she’d lost by coming with him. That was guilt he’d always carry—no matter how much they loved each other he could never give her back her mother and sisters.

“Diana!” he called out, his strong voice carrying through the beach house. “Breakfast is ready. Hurry up or your pancakes will get cold.” He left the frying pan on the stove and sat down at his plate, dabbing some butter on his own stack and then drenched them with just the right amount of boysenberry syrup.

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He stepped forwards a bit and sat down to her, blue eyes staring at the beach and the waves crashing on the shore. He put his hands on the back of his neck, one gently undoing the slicked back hairdo he wore on a regular basis. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it either, but we have to,” he sighed, looking away from the water. Steve’s hand reached out to hold hers, fingers interlacing with Diana’s. “I’m human, you’re not. I’m going to die someday. It’s how life works.” 

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“Indeed it is.” Aella replied as she closed the book she was reading, shut, for she knew the chapter she was up to and placed the book on the bedside table and turned the torch she was using off as well. “Fine, but you should know that it is my favourite book and I will and read it forever, if I can.” She declared, trying to avoid her mothers question for as long as possible and debated as to whether or not tell Diana the truth. After a few minutes she caved in. “Truthfully, I had a nightmare...”

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     “ look at you. ”   he replies in a low voice, eyes filled with admiration as he gazes upon his daughter. she was the spitting image of her mother, with a little bit of him mixed in, of course. the last he’d seen her, she was just a baby that he was FORCED to leave behind to keep her safe. and he was forced to be away from her. with ares now defeated, he was free to be where he pleased, with who he pleased.   “ you’ve become a hero, just as i knew you would. ”

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“Hi, my name is Angie I’m gonna be your server today.” Angie smiled at the woman sitting at the table. For a moment she lost her voice, realizing how gorgeous this woman was, but she mentally slapped herself. C’mon Martinelli. Don’t. “What can I get for you to drink?” She put the pen to her notepad and smiled at her. 

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Peggy was used to being the only woman sitting at the table and she was used to fighting for her voice to be heard. And she was becoming more agitated as the other woman kept being interrupted. As yet another man tried to talk over her, Peggy slammed her hand down on the table. “Ms. Prince has gone through the trouble to give us intel from behind enemy lines; you’re all going to sit down, shut up and let her speak, no matter how that might bruise your unfortunately fragile egos!” she insisted firmly before turning back to the woman. “Ms. Prince, please continue.”

[charminglydeceptive]

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                     “I don’t understand. What made you leave such a wonderful place to come here?”