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He glances down at the hand on his shoulder, then up at her, the gears behind his eyes clearly still turning.
“ It’s nothing urgent, ” He lies, habitually. A beat of silence passes before he speaks up again.
“ But I appreciate the ask . Not a lot of people notice when
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frost perks up ; brow furrowed , placing a hand gently upon @ForTheShield ' s shoulder . gently squeezing to get his attention .
ﾞ i can sense something 's on your mind , mister rogers .. can i help ? ﾞ
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Steve hears her before he sees her—light steps, easy confidence, that voice with just enough teasing to put someone off balance if they’re not ready for it.
He turns only slightly, posture still straight, arms still crossed. The shield isn’t on him, but the weight of it never
: starter for @ForTheShield
she spotted him across the room, posture perfectly straight, arms crossed like he was guarding national secrets even at a casual gathering. she walked up with a smirk, hands tucked in the pockets of her jacket.
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— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. retweeted
Golden rays filter through his window as eyes open to greet the day with a sense of 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲.
He rises with the sun itself, bare feet meeting the cold hardwood floor as he moves to stand, and neatly straighten his sheets afterwards.
It’s a good morning.
— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. retweeted
— An entry for #𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄
— An entry for #𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄
— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. retweeted
his feet even touch the floor.
Old habits.
There’s no mission today. At least, not one anyone’s told him about. No Hydra, no world-ending threats. Just a cruise.
Steve stands at the balcony, shirtless, coffee in hand, watching the ocean glimmer.
— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. retweeted
Steve Rogers wakes with the sun already high and the gentle roll of the ocean beneath him. The sheets are crisp, the room quiet—save for the distant hum of the ship and the occasional laugh from the upper deck.
He sits up slowly, the instinct to scan the room hitting before
Steve Rogers wakes with the sun already high and the gentle roll of the ocean beneath him. The sheets are crisp, the room quiet—save for the distant hum of the ship and the occasional laugh from the upper deck.
He sits up slowly, the instinct to scan the room hitting before
his feet even touch the floor.
Old habits.
There’s no mission today. At least, not one anyone’s told him about. No Hydra, no world-ending threats. Just a cruise.
Steve stands at the balcony, shirtless, coffee in hand, watching the ocean glimmer.
// Didn’t expect the amount of love I’ve received on this account after returning but thank you and I’ll try and get to responses as soon as I can.
Cap steps back just enough to give her space, hands lowering but eyes sharp with concern. He doesn’t press her, but he doesn’t dismiss it either.
“Not often,” he admits, voice steady.
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