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We’re not that bad.

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But you’re—-

Or you were uh

Babies. Screeching, pooping, wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night babies.

She's easier. Or will be, rather. I'm just a bad seed.

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What

Woah what.

We're not that bad.

#suckmyteke

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#She got Dad’s eyes the lucky brat. #Emma Keller

Emma…. Keller?

Kiden, wh-

#She got Dad's eyes the lucky brat.#Emma Keller

Nothing, Mom!

Spoilers!

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He’s never really cared for the fireworks.

#((wow this is really late sorry :/ ))#scarletmaximoff

There's a long moment where Kiden can't breathe, but when he does, James fills his senses. Yes, this is good, he needs this.

I wish I could tell you a story of something better, something more than the war...

The words he follows with hold so much more power.

All I have are my memories of you before it happened.

"And dreams of what we want once it's over..." he says softly. A family seems far off. They don't even know if they're going to make it back, or where they'll be going back to, so it's irrational to think of something so difficult already that it would be impossible should the war continue. Flinching at the sound of another firework outside, the red light coming in through the closed blinds, Kiden wriggles from James' arms, stripping of the sweater and settling again.

"A little boy with my smile, your stamina..." he mumbles, more to himself. Something within him denies that it'll ever happen. Not unless the future is changed, or they don't return.

"Will you stay with me?" Kiden mutters into the pillow that his face is half-buried in. "If I never get better? Will you stay?"

It's a stupid question, but something broken in the man needs to hear it. Needs to hear that James will still love him despite physical and psychological damage he'd endured.

#((kiden feels below the cut))#scarletmaximoff #((tagged for mention))#((but repliable))

Of all the times to be fucking jumpy.　

#I know it's Cap's birthday but I don't think I canhandle the fireworks today...#Not this time...

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-He stops what he’s doing, running his hands through his hair and sighing.-

I was thinking I might talk to Nana… See if she knows anything. Might just be one of those things that you don’t recover from, as much as I hope it isn’t.

There has to be something that can be done. All else fails, we know telepaths, trusted ones especially. I’m certain that, if you end up needing that level of help, we could place you in the capable hand of, say, Betsy Braddock.

We’ll figure this out. Somehow.

-Kiden smiles a little, though not entirely reassured by his father-in-law's words-

True…

-looks up at him- About the night terrors. And the not sleeping.

Yeah, a bit of it. I’ve been looking through SHIELD records, talking to doctors, trying to see if there’s anything I can do to help you with them. No luck so far.

-He stops what he's doing, running his hands through his hair and sighing.-

I was thinking I might talk to Nana... See if she knows anything. Might just be one of those things that you don't recover from, as much as I hope it isn't.

There was an accident, it was life or death, I did what I could, my partner did the rest.

Some pockets, yeah.

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-frowns, looking angry but mostly worried-

And the rest of it?

She's okay, I promise. We were... hit by an air strike. I landed, but she went down. It was the only way to get her out of the wreckage.

Mostly human all the way through. Metahumans, like Dot? They were given a choice.

If anyone could, I could. They are my specialty, after all. And considering half the time we have an army of high-metabolism superheroes eating with us, I need all the leftovers I can get.

<Stops in his tracks, brows furrowed, watching the younger man.> Told me what exactly?

True...

-looks up at him- About the night terrors. And the not sleeping.

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Definitely not shocked.

You can run laps with Dottie.

Laps as in around town, or around the house?

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How’s high school? You always told me it was a drag.

Defs a drag, even though I’m a cheerleader, so apparently I’m not supposed to say that?

Summer’s been fun so far. Training and occasionally hanging out with my significant other.

Are you still with James where you’re from?

I was leading a team in high school, so I get that feeling.

-laughs- That even a question? We're staying with his family.

-comes downstairs, unable to help but grin- You know, throwing them at me wouldn’t work, right? I mean, it might end in telekinetically separated burgers, so that could be a success, depending on who you’re asking.

Hey, as long as they end up in your general vicinity, we’re golden.

<Gestures to the small pile of leftover burgers on the stove.> Made too much again. I keep doing that, accidentally. Keep thinking we’ll get a few extra speedsters, I suppose.

Pretty sure America's Super Soldier could make a burger a weapon... Speedsters are pretty good about leftovers, in my experience -opens the cupboards, reaching for a plate to fix himself something to eat-

So... I take it James told you?