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“You lost your job at SHIELD because of Rogers and now you lost it at the CIA because of him again? Honestly Sharon, you need to stop letting men influencing your life in such a way.”

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“ dreams are sweet until they’re not. ”

HADESTOWN, BABEY | STATUS: yes

              “ YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT IT? ”    probably not, but there’s no harm in asking, right? you offer her a little smile, a shrug, and raise your brows,  “ i’d offer to buy you a drink, but... ”   @tredecium

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❝ you could drown in those eyes. ❞

I’M LAZY | STATUS: nah

          “ you think so? ”  you ask, glancing down for just a moment before you look back up, meet the other woman’s gaze, just a hint of a smirk playing at your mouth,  “ i gotta say, i don’t see it. ”  @tredecium

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     “So... niece, huh? That... explains a lot.”

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♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚

[ASLDKFJALSDJF. THANK YOUU!!! <3<3<3]

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Steve had just finished chatting strategy (yes,  chatting and not talking because for once things were less serious and perilous than usual) with the former director and gave Maria Hill a friendly hug  in passing. This was a woman he admired and  respected greatly, and felt connected to as he does with all soldiers.  When he looked up again at the milling professionals and former agents cleaning up and reminiscing a  familiar head of blonde hair caught his eye and there was a twitch of a smile.  “Nurse Carter, back on the front lines,” He narrated as he stepped up behind her, pretty rudely interrupting  whatever bad joke the curly haired gentleman was trying to tell her. He didn’t seem to mind.

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five times kissed? (also i read that as all compliments must be submitted in writing instead of complaints )

five times our muses kissed :( accepting but selective )

i. 

    her face was soft nestled between his palms. his fingers brushed back tresses of amber    hair from her face. calloused hands, worn rough from war, were too strong to touch her.    but it was his first mistake to believe that he was capable of breaking her. when he kissed    her, he didn’t think of crumbling cities and smoke filled skies. the air raid siren which had    bellowed in the back of his mind of so long was silent for a moment. 

   steve knew it was too good to be true. 

ii.

   she said it was a coincidence. s.h.i.e.l.d. picked her to be his liaison because she was the    best one for the job – not because of their history together. he wanted to believe it. he even    wanted to keep it honest and professional. but she was his match in every way. elated and    joyful, he was walking on air as he spun her around and kissed her. thoughtlessly, holding    her close as if he had any right to. 

   and that had been another mistake. 

iii.

   in the eyes of the public, all he did was make mistakes. standing up for his fellow heroes    had marked him as a pariah. but when he sees her on the rooftop, he can’t bring himself to    worry about the people who are after him. she kisses him over and over again until he forgets    everything he wanted to say to her – but she doesn’t forget why she agreed to meet with him. 

   the night ends too soon. 

iv. 

   he had seen the small dot of light before he felt the bullet pierce his skin. another came when    he hit the steps of the judicial building. people were screaming, swarming to get away while    others were frozen in place – staring as he blinked up toward the sky. he whispered for her    to make sure everyone got out of there safely. he couldn’t stand for more innocent lives to    be lost. 

   she held his hand and even though he was fading, he could feel the press of her lips against    his palm. 

           ‘ sharon… so pretty… you take my breath … ‘ 

v. 

   he had been reborn once only to be reborn again. he stared at the ceiling, the world spinning    as he came down from another nightmare. he couldn’t escape what he had seen in death.    every time he closed his eyes he was met with another terror. he tangled his arms around    her, fingers tracing the long scar across her belly. he kissed the back of her neck, not wanting    to wake her. 

   he had done what he promised he never would. 

   he had broken her. 

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(cause your wonderful and a lovely writer)

[You’re way too kind. We’re writing about Steve ballet dancing. I never thought I’d see the day... pffft.]