#putsthecapincaptain

[imxthexhandler]

Happy 98th birthday Steve!

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Amelia had two sets of presents set up for Steve, one for his little head space, the other for the adult self. Early that morning, she quietly placed the gift bag for his little self into his room before she went about finishing things up for his birthday.

She had the Tower decorated for his birthday (as well as the Fourth) and baked a cake with additional cupcakes and brownies for the whole team. She had cooked up a storm, with some help from Sam, and though she was tired, it was well worth the effort if it gave Steve a good birthday.

For his little self, she had gotten him two pacifiers, one that was a lit-up blue one and a simple red one, a big storybook with fairy tales, three lollipops in red (cherry), white (lemonade ice), and blue (blue raspberry), a new, soft blue blanket with white stars, and a plush Bucky Bear to sleep with. The card for that one had puppies that barked.

For his adult self, she bought him a couple of Humphrey Bogart movies, a Frank Sinatra album on vinyl, new drawing pencils and erasers, and a framed photo of when Steve played baseball with the school kids.

[firstdirector-blog1]

“Spread your legs for me.”

Peggy nodded and as Steve told her do, and she spread her legs for him. She propped herself on her elbows as she watched him. 

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[youngphilcoulson-archive-blog]

"I got you something, honey," Steve smiled, handing over a small box. Inside was a rather expensive and lavish pajama set, monogrammed with Phil's initials. "Just because," he explained.

Phil opened up the box, eyes widened at the site of the pajamas. “Oh my god, Steve. These are beautiful!” He ran his hands over the pajamas, then looked up at Steve. “Can I put them on now?”

[snarkybillionaire-blog]

putsthecapincaptain replied to your post “//My mom is pissed off at me because she was hovering too much and I...”

oh my god i know that feeling so bad, friend. I'm 20, and my parents just keep hovering all the time when I'm home for the summer like... chill?

//Sure my mom and I are close but that doesnt give her the right to hover. She gets very clingy sometimes also. She’ll come into my room and sit on my bed and start asking who Im talking too. No, that is none of your business. If you’re going to barge into my room (I pay half rent) and sit down, you are not going to get all up in my business. Id love to put a lock on my door sometimes when I need alone time since it’s usually when Im not in a good mood that she comes and hovers. I’ve mentioned it to her and she gets pissed off. 

[dontcallmepepper]

Steve padded into the living room, hair mussed sleepily, rubbing his eyes. He blinked around the room for a moment, before seeing her on the sofa, making a beeline to her and curling into her side.

Gin was stuffing her face with her milk and Oreos when she felt Steve curling up into her side. “Hi, handsome” She grinned, her words muffled by a full cheek. 

[youngphilcoulson-archive-blog]

How do you feel about Steve?

“He’s amazing. I grew up with stories of Captain America. The greatest hero America has ever known. But when I met Steve...I knew his history. Of course I did. I know everything about Steve the future hero. But getting to know Steve the man has been one of the greatest experiences. He truly is as pure and loving as all the history books say, and even after being Captain America and being trapped in the ice and everything, he’s still so pure.”

[firstdirector-blog1]

@putsthecapincaptain ;; Continued

“I slept very well, that you.” She smiled, and kissed him again. 

[firstdirector-blog1]

Steve rolled over and poked his head from beneath the blankets, smiling like a moron as he took in her form lot by the early morning sunshine as she rifled through the drawers for clothes. "Good morning, beautiful."

Peggy smiled to herself when she heard Steve’s words. “Good morning, darling.” She replies as she turns around and makes her way back to the bed and kisses him quickly.

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