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A Pink C*cktail For A Blue Lady
« on: December 05, 2012, 09:56:32 AM »
The first thing Steve did when he was through with his little chat with Fury was head to the S.H.I.E.L.D. mess hall to rustle up some grub for himself and the sleeping Lucy. Military food was only fractionally better than prison food, but at least S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ was better staffed and stocked for meals than some of the military camps Steve had been attached to in the past. He'd garnered a little attention in the mess hall, mostly in the way of furtive glances and whispered remarks, but no one seemed daring enough to approach or challenge him, and it wasn't long before he was making his way back toward the quarters he was temporarily sharing with Lucy until morning.

The meal of the evening was something called a Sloppy Joe, which consisted of ground beef and onions in a tomato sauce served on a hamburger bun, along with French fried potatoes, and boiled green beans. There was also hot coffee and an unidentifiable dessert Steve thought might be brownies. All of this was balanced on a tray that Steve set on the small table inside his room, the scent of cooked food quickly filling the room. He hadn't been gone more than an hour and a half, and it appeared that while he was gone, Lucy hadn't budged. Steve frowned at her as he set the tray down, unsure if he should wake her or go ahead and eat dinner without her.

There are some things that even the weariest person can't deny, however, and one of those is the smell of hot food. As Steve set the tray down, Lucy stirred in her coccoon of blankets and sheets, curling tighter as she sniffed the air. A moment later, her arm emerged, sweeping the constriction of the blankets away to her waist as she rolled onto her back, stretching with feline grace in one long, slow undulation before her dark eyes blinked slowly open. She'd been asleep just over an hour and a half, and felt fresh as a daisy, especially when her eyes fell on Steve. Her lips curved in a warm smile. "You survived, then."

He smiled in return, saved from making the choice between whether or not to wake her, and relieved to see she seemed in good spirits. And why shouldn't she? She seemed rested and he'd returned bearing gifts. He left the tray where it was and made his way to the bed, where he took a seat at her side, reaching over to brush her sleep-mussed hair away from her face. "Miss me?" he asked as he leaned close to kiss her cheek.

"Mmmm, heartbroken without you," was her lazily murmured answer as one arm rose to loop about his neck, drawing him down into a slightly less than chaste kiss, given how very unclothed she still was. It didn't last too long, however, after her stomach growled, necessitating a break from his lips before she laughed into his mouth. "I smell food."

He returned the kiss, which at least momentarily reignited the heat of desire, but he resisted for the moment. There would be time for that after she ate and he shared what he'd learned from his little chat with Nick Fury. "It's not exactly the Ritz, but it's better than some of the stuff that passes for food." He moved to his feet, knowing that if he lingered on the bed too long, the food would more than likely go to waste. "Better get it while it's still hot."

"You're always hot," was her teasing response, but like him, she was more concerned with food right now. As he moved away, she pushed herself to sit up, leaning over the side of the bed to grab his discarded t-shirt and boxers from the floor. A little wriggling under the sheets later, and she crawled out, smoothing her hair back from her face, to stand upright, swamped by his clothing but decent enough not to be too distracting. Her eyes focused on the tray. "What on earth is that?" she asked in amusement.
 
He smiled over at her as he waited by the table for her to join him, thinking she looked adorable in his t-shirt and shorts, as baggy as they were. He pulled out a chair for her, like a proper gentleman, eyeing the sandwiches and other fare with amusement. "What's the matter, Doctor? Has no one ever introduced you to a Sloppy Joe yet?"

"A what?" Lucy laughed as she moved to join him, folding herself down onto the chair with one knee drawn high against her chest comfortably. "That sounds decidedly rude, Captain. I hope you're referring to the food, though, and not some randomly kinky sex game you'd like to try." If he'd hoped she was going to stop being quite as blunt, it was a vain hope. Blunt was something Lucy was quite at home with.

He laughed at her reply, leaning over to brush a second kiss against the opposite cheek before moving to the chair across from her. Though he had yet to sleep, he seemed in good spirits - a far better mood than the one he'd been in before he'd left to talk to Fury. "It's a sandwich. I think it was invented in Iowa or somewhere. I haven't had one in..." In years, he thought to himself. "Not in a long time." He wrapped his hands around the sandwich, smiling playfully over at her. "The real trick is eating it without the filling ending up in your lap."

His renewed high spirits - higher than she'd seen yet, to be honest - were refreshing to her still tired body and mind, revitalising her as she watched him settle into a seat opposite. "Should I wear a bib, do you think?" she asked, her lips parting in an enchanted grin at the sight of his playful smile. It really suited him, she decided. He didn't smile enough. Reaching out, she made a creditable attempt at wrapping her own, much smaller hands around her own sandwich, already dropping filling back onto the plate as she lifted it. "Oh lordy ... I should eat this in the shower so you can hose me down when I'm done."

"You get one drop of tomato sauce on that shirt, and you're in big trouble, missy," he teased with a tiny smirk on his face and a playful twinkle in his eyes. What the hell had Fury told him that had put him in such a good mood? Not all of it had been good news, but just having some answers seemed to have relieved the tension. "We can do that later," he teased further, the smirk widening a little, as he picked up his own sandwich, leaning over the plate and taking a bite. As soon as his much bigger hands squeezed the roll, a dollop of meat mixture hit the plate with a plop, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
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Re: A Pink C*cktail For A Blue Lady
« Reply #1 on: December 05, 2012, 10:00:34 AM »
Lucy's jaw actually dropped open in amazement as he picked up her tease and turned it back around on her. So much for the shy boy who blushed at the sight of a bare thigh. "Who are you, and what have you done with Steve Rogers?" she asked him through her own smile, leaning far over her own plate to take her first bite of the strangely named, oddly constructed sandwich he'd provided her with.

"Maybe I'm a monster from outer space who's switched bodies, but I'll never tell!" he exclaimed. He hadn't had much time to catch up on history or pop culture and once he did, he might be surprised how many science fiction movies had been based on that very concept. "What do you think?" he asked, interested in her personal assessment of said sandwich, taking another rather large bite of his own messy meal.

She snickered at his response, chewing thoughtfully as she assessed her first wandering into the myriad world of American cooking. "It's ... interesting," she told him after she'd swallowed, catching a stray trickle of tomato on a finger to suck into her mouth. "Nice, but not something I've ever come across before. But then, I suppose you have no idea what Toad in the Hole is, do you?" Her eyes twinkled at him over the top of her sandwich as she took another bite of her own, somehow managing not to lose any of the contents this time around.

He lowered the sandwich to offer a puzzled look her way. He'd spent quite a bit of time in England during the way, but had never managed to come across anything called Toad in the Hole. "No, it sounds disgusting. What is it?" Admittedly, it probably sounded no more disgusting than "Sloppy Joe". He watched as she sucked a bit of tomato off her finger, trying to keep his mind from wandering to subjects that would only make him blush again.  

She chuckled at the look on his face. "Sausages baked in batter," she explained cheerfully. "The same batter they use to make Yorkshire puddings." Not that she had any idea if he could follow that line of thought, either, but at least she was offering some form of comparison. "If you think Toad sounds bad, try Spotted Dick." Now that was a filthy laugh. It was just as well she muffled it in another bite.

Steve almost choked on his next mouthful of Sloppy Joe. While he recognized the slang word, he had not expected it to come out of Lucy's mouth, and he'd never heard of the dish she seemed to be taking great relish in mentioning. That particular word had rarely if ever been spoken by the superhero, though he might have thought it once or twice. He coughed once, dislodging the roll from his throat so that he didn't choke.

"You are going to be the death of me," he said, leaving his sandwich on the plate so he could take a sip of coffee to wash the bit of sandwich down.

Lucy, utterly unrepentant for making him do battle with his own food, grinned at him around her own mouthful, stretching out the leg that hung down from the seat of her chair to gently stroke her toes against his shin as he reached for his coffee. "What?" she asked, somehow managing to be innocent and filthy all at once. "It's just a pudding."

"They could have just called it Yorkshire or something. Trust the English to call it something dirty." He set his cup of coffee down, all too aware of the bare toes that were now caressing his trouser-covered leg. He narrowed his eyes at her warningly, though they still twinkled with amusment. "If you are going to distract me everytime I turn around, I'm going to run out of energy and be no good to anyone, least of all you," he told her, pointing an accusing finger her way, though he didn't seem angry at all.

It was mostly an empty threat. She knew better than anyone that he had boundless energy, but even Captain America had limitations.

She shrugged one shoulder, her own eyes glittering with cheeky sweetness as she met his twinkling gaze. "It does you good to flatten your batteries every now and then," was her emminently practical response, refusing to take the warning at face value. "What's wrong with Spotted Dick, anyway?" she asked, enjoying the fact that he'd been so shocked by what was, essentially, a very mild piece of slang these days. "I, personally, find it delicious." Her tongue swept over her lips as she held his gaze with impish intent before she burst out laughing again, suggesting she wasn't talking about a pudding any longer.

"First of all..." He leaned forward, rising to the challenge, assuming she was purposely trying to get a rise out of him. "Mine is not spotted. Freckled, maybe. And secondly, we have these chocolate bricks for dessert, so you'll just have to stifle your appetite for..." He fumbled over the word for just a moment before continuing. "For dick, until later." To his credit, he only blushed a little. He was raised a good Catholic boy, and if he'd ever used that word, his mother would have washed his mouth out with a bar of soap.

"Oh, baby, you're going to have to get used to these words sooner or later," she warned him with affectionate amusement. "There's a whole world of words out there just for that purpose." Her toes found the hem of his trouser leg and dipped underneath, stroking against skin for a moment before retreating. "I am intrigued, though," she added, looking down at their dessert curiously. "Do you think those bricks melt?"

He frowned a little, realizing the world was a very different place. Not that he had led an entirely sheltered life. After all, he had been in the military and had certainly heard just about every crude word ever invented, but he rarely, if ever, repeated any of them. "I think they're brownies, but I'm not sure." He poked one of them with with a finger, but it didn't seem to budge. "Aren't you going to ask me how..." He broke off again as her toes found his leg, but retreated almost as quickly. He only looked at her a moment, as if trying to read her thoughts.
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Re: A Pink C*cktail For A Blue Lady
« Reply #2 on: December 05, 2012, 10:04:30 AM »
She paused as her foot tucked back beneath her chair, knowing what she had distracted him from asking her. And the truth was that, yes, she was curious, but at the same time, she wasn't sure she wanted to know what he'd learned from the Director. She lowered the last part of her sandwich, reaching for the cup of coffee he'd set out for her. "Yes, I am going to ask," she said after taking a slow sip, lifting her eyes to his once again. "How did it go with One-Eye Snooty?"

"Name calling doesn't really become you, Lucy," he admonished mildly. He had a feeling Lucy and Fury were never going to be close friends, but that didn't mean they couldn't at least show each other a little respect. She might be Tony Stark's sister, but that didn't mean she had to emulate him. "It actually went pretty well. He asked me to remind you that feeding him his eye patch could be hazardous to your health." He couldn't help but smirk just a little as he told her that, picking his sandwich back up with the intentions of finishing it off.

Something flared in her gaze for a moment when he scolded her, however lightly, rebelling against being told off in whatever form it came. But that was just a part of her fierce nature, and for his sake, she knew she'd try to keep her petty moments to a minimum. "All right, all right," she murmured, lowering her eyes to her food as he went on. The warning passed on through Steve actually made her laugh, one hand hurriedly going to her mouth to keep him from seeing the mouthful she was trying to chew at the same time. "Oh my God, the man has a sense of humor!"

He smiled at her realization, only having just realized the same thing a short while ago. "Apparently, he's as human as the rest of us. He also told me the sooner we're married the better and made sure I understood he was talking about you and not Agent Croft." He finished off his sandwich and took up a French fry, using it as a utensil to scoop up some of the sauce that had dripped from the roll.

She blinked, somewhat thrown by that last comment. "Why would he think you thought he was talking about Croft?" she asked in no little confusion, licking her fingers clean before she, too, turned to the rest of the contents of her plate, chasing sauce around with fries rather than go for her fork. "Did he say anything about being able to call Liv?"

"Even better," he replied, hoping to give her the good news before he gave her the bad news. "Croft is escorting us to the portal so we can go fetch your sister and her boyfriend for the wedding, but before we go, we have to decide on the details." Church, guests, if any, and whatever else went into arranging for a wedding. He realized suddenly that he hadn't given it all that much thought and didn't even have a ring.

The smile that rose on Lucy's face was Liv's smile, the softer, little girl smile that only ever rose when she was promised the company of or in the presence of her twin sister. "We can go and get her ourselves?" she repeated, genuinely pleased with this prospect. "No big men in dark suits going to scare the hell out of her first, just us?" It was difficult to fake pure pleasure, and Lucy was positively glowing with delight at the thought of being able not only to tell her sister everything in person, but of being able to introduce Johnny to Steve and watch him go fanboy. "What sort of details does he want?" she added curiously. "I mean, I assume this isn't going to be a big deal. All we need is a venue, a priest, a pair of rings, and somewhere to have the wedding night." The more personal details, such as clothing, she thought she could handle on Rhy'Din.

He mirrored her smile, pleased by her reaction to at least this bit of news before he got to the more serious stuff. "Yeah, we can leave as soon as we're rested and ready to go." It seemed Director Fury was not as much of a tyrant as he at first seemed. "He wants us to stay the night, make sure we're rested and recuperated before we head out. Your things are being sent to my apartment in Brooklyn. Croft is going to be our chaffeur." Since Steve had left his bike back at his apartment, and he wasn't planning on taking it through the portal this time around.

He shrugged his shoulders as she continued. "It can be as big a deal as you want, Luce." He didn't really care either way. He had no family and he just wanted to be married, but he also didn't want to cheat her of a big white wedding, if that's what she wanted. It was ironic how now that it came down to it, the question of a wedding wasn't as simple as it had at first seemed. He idly ran a french fry around his plate, chasing a bit of elusive meat mixture. "I just want us to be together, that's all."

"I don't need a big white wedding," she told him, hard on the heels of his assurance. "But I'd like to do it properly." She hesitated for a moment before going on. "You know, you can get almost anything made in Rhy'Din at short notice. I think all we really need to ask S.H.I.E.L.D. for is the church, the priest, and a hotel for Liv and Johnny. Everything else, we can do for ourselves." She paused, reaching across the table to curl her fingers around his wrist. "But only if you want that, too, love," Lucy said firmly. "It's your wedding, too."

"Fury suggested using S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ for the wedding, but I think we should get married in a church. Is that too old fashioned?" he asked, though from what she said, she seemed in agreement. He lifted his hand as her fingers reached for his to twine them with hers, repeating what he'd said only a moment before. "I just want us to be together, Lucy. I know marriage is probably an old-fashioned notion, but I want to do things right. I want to make you my wife."

She smiled gently, squeezing her fingers between his. For an old-fashioned fellow, he didn't seem to mind the fact that his fiancee was wearing his underwear and little else, and was pretty set on spending every night in his bed with him before the wedding and after it. "It's only old-fashioned to the people who don't have something special to share," she said softly. "And you're right, we should get married in a church. If Fury wants us in a S.H.I.E.L.D. installation, then he can build one and have it consecrated."
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« Reply #3 on: December 05, 2012, 10:09:15 AM »
"There's a church in Brooklyn, not far from my apartment. We could get married there. I've met the priest. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to do it." Steve knew there was a certain protocol to be followed in the church, but maybe once he found out who he was marrying, the man would be willing to bend the rules a little. He smiled a little at her remark regarding Fury's suggestion. "I think he'll be fine with a traditional church wedding, though I have a feeling we may have a few escorts."

Lucy snickered softly. "I'm not sure I want to consider how many of the agents here will fight tooth and nail to come to Captain America's wedding," she laughed quietly, finishing off the contents of her plate and licking sauce from her fingers once again. "I just hope it isn't too many. Livvie's not good with crowds of strangers, and, uh ... well, it's our day, not something for other people to be able to say they were there."

"Whatever you want, Lucy," he replied, tangling his fingers with hers, watching as she wiped her plate clean. "I'm not sure who's going to... you know..." He broke off, furrowing his brows. He had no family and had made very few friends since he'd awoken after his long sleep. The only people who knew well were his teammates, and other than for Tony Stark and Nick Fury, they were mostly scattered. The thought of either of them standing up for him seemed unlikely, considering Lucy's feelings toward them both. That left either Agent Croft, whom he'd just met this morning, or Johnny Storm, who he'd yet to meet.

"I'd be happy if it was just you and me in a puddle of mud," she assured him, her own frown rising in the wake of his. He didn't have any family, and though she had Liv, that didn't make a wedding party. Who would stand up with him, she wondered, and hastily squashed the traitorous hope that it wouldn't be Tony Stark. Her preferences didn't come into that side of things. She tipped her head to one side, swallowing her prejudices to speak up. "You know I don't mind who you have standing up with you, right? It's not them I'm marrying."

"I know," he admitted with a faint smile. He wasn't really overly worried about it. He'd find someone to play that role. All that was really important was that they made sure Lucy's sister was there to share in the most important - and happiest - day of their lives. "You don't think we're rushing things?" he asked, needing to make sure he wasn't pushing her into anything she wasn't ready for. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted her, but he wanted to make sure she felt the same.

Lucy's gaze was completely steady as she looked across the table to him, meeting his eyes with absolute confidence. "No," she assured Steve in a calm voice. "I don't think we're rushing anything." And from someone who had spent their whole life deliberately not giving out her heart in a hurry, if at all, that was the greatest vote of confidence he could have asked for. Her lips curved in a faint smile over the rim of her coffee mug, a glint in her eyes that seemed to be inviting as much as teasing. "Do I need to prove it?"

His brows lifted as she seemed to hint at them having a go at it again. How many times had it been already today? "Again?" he asked, obviously surprised, but not unpleasantly so. "Don't you ever get tired?" he continued, pleased she could keep up with him, but wondering how she did it. As far as he knew, she was just an ordinary human, albeit the daughter of extraordinary people. "You don't have to prove it. I think I've seen proof enough." He smiled a little nervously, but it wasn't her flirtation that was making him nervous, it was something else. Something he'd discussed with Fury and hadn't told her yet, but he wasn't quite sure how to bring it up.

She laughed at his surprise. "For you? I think I could stay up indefinitely." One eyelid flickered a wink toward him as his smile turned nervous. She was beginning to get used to that look on his face, but it didn't seem as hunted as it had before when she'd flirted with him. If anything, he seemed to be searching for something. "What is it?" she asked curiously, lowering her cup to the table. "Is something wrong?"

Steve glanced at the mostly empty plate in front of him and the french fry he had started pushing around in the leftover sloppy joe sauce, averting his gaze from hers for some reason. He didn't like keeping secrets from her and wanted to fill her in on what he'd found out from Fury, but didn't want to spoil the moment or her good mood. "No, nothing's wrong," he replied, uncertainly. Maybe it was better to just come out with it. It was going to eat at him until he did, but he wasn't sure how she was going to take it. "I asked Fury about your mother."

It was just as well she'd put the cup down. Her hands clenched reflexively, her other foot rising from the floor to settle her heel against the edge of her chair as she curled up, watching him over her bare knees with haunted eyes. She should have known he'd ask, and given the way he was approaching the topic, she had a feeling he had been given the answers Fury had been so reluctant to give her. "And he told you?"

"Yeah, he told me," Steve continued, feeling a little guilty that he knew a little of her family's history when she did not, but it was better than being kept completely in the dark. He lifted his gaze to meet hers across the table, wishing he was holding onto her while he was telling her and wondering if he should have waited, but there was no right time for telling her this, and she had a right to know. "I think he might have told you, too, if he wasn't worried about upsetting you."

"That bad, hmm?" Strangely, Lucy was calm. She wouldn't have expected to be this calm when faced with the prospect of discovering what had happened to her mother, her real mother. If anything, she felt a little guilty that Liv wasn't here to hear it with her, but she knew she would rather give her sister the information herself. She knew how to spread out the shock with Liv so that no damage was permanent. Her eyes stayed steady on Steve as she considered this, finally deciding against making a comment about Fury and her perception of him in favor of cutting to the chase. "Are you going to tell me?"
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« Reply #4 on: December 05, 2012, 10:12:58 AM »
His thoughts drifted for a moment to his own family. He hadn't become an orphan til he was a teenager, but his father had died when he was still a boy, and his own childhood had been less than happy. Still, he'd had his mother and without a father or any other siblings, they'd formed a tight bond. He couldn't have imagined growing up without her, but at least the twins had had each other. It was better than being alone. "Yes," he replied simply, wasting no more time, telling her everything Fury had told her about her mother and father as gently as he could, leaving nothing out. He studied her face as he unravelled what he knew of the mystery of the twins' past, pausing when he thought she needed a moment, holding her hand so that she knew she wasn't alone and would never be alone again, so long as he was living and breathing.

She listened in near silence, letting him pick apart the weave of the story that had brought her to the beginnings she remembered until it was laid out in front of her. Part of her was furious, predictably enough, flaming mad with a man who had been so concerned with just one of his children that he had left two newborn babies to the mercy of a grandmother who really hadn't wanted anything to do with them. But mostly she was saddened, aching for the mother who had died through no one's fault, and the influence of her grandmother's generation that had made herself and her sister something to be ashamed of, rather than loved. Her fingers wrapped tightly into Steve's as he came to a close, hands unwinding from their grasp on her own legs to hold onto him like an anchor in a storm. And when he was done, she sighed, shaking her head a little, utterly failing to hide the sheen in her eyes. "Tony must be something special," she said eventually, though her tone was just a little bitter. "One in a million."

He saw the tears in her eyes, but he'd come too far to stop now. The story needed to be told, and she needed to know the truth - or at least, as much of the truth as he'd been told. He hadn't mentioned anything Fury had told him about Peggy, that she'd been told he had been found alive. None of that was relevant right now. What was important was that Lucy knew what had happened to her mother. "Your father was making plans to bring you and your sister to America when his plane crashed." He wasn't sure which would hurt more - a woman who was so ashamed of her own daughter that she had rejected her own grandchildren, or a man who had dallied with a woman half his age and died before being able to provide for them. Both of them had been at fault, but the real tragedy was that of Elizabeth and the twins. "This isn't about Tony, Luce. Tony didn't know. He was just a kid at the time." He wasn't trying to take sides, but he wanted her to see that none of this was Tony's fault.

"No, I know." And to her credit, she accepted that. She felt stretched under the weight of her family history, even knowing that this was only a fraction of it, but even she couldn't blame Tony Stark for his father's weaknesses. Drawing Steve's hand to her lips, she kissed his knuckles slowly, reminding herself in the most basic way that he was there with her. He wasn't going anywhere. Her eyes lifted to his. "Thank you for telling me, Steve. I know it can't have been easy." She swallowed lightly, dropping her gaze to their entwined fingers as the sadness that had borne her and her sister sank into her slowly.

"You have a right to know and so does your sister," he explained, knowing that as hard as it was for them both, he'd done the right thing. Maybe now, she could put the past behind her and move on, knowing that it hadn't been her mother's fault and that her father had been trying to do the right thing before his own life had been cut short. It probably wouldn't make up for the pain of her past, but at least, it would explain it. "My dad died when I was a kid," he continued, shaking the thought from his  head. Though his own story didn't really compare to hers, he wanted her to know that he understood a little of the pain she was feeling. "I'm sorry, Lucy. I'm sorry life has been so hard for you and your sister. I'm sorry for what you've been through, but all of that's over now. You have Olivia and you have me, and we both love you. You're not alone."

Slowly, this sank in, too, urging her out of the contemplation of her mother's predicament and the grandmother who hadn't wanted any of them. She lifted her head, smiling a little at his constant reassurance. "I'm glad," she told him softly, uncurling one hand to stroke his cheek, wondering vaguely when he had moved so close. She hadn't noticed, too caught up in the sorrowful litany. "Thank you for asking him. And I should thank him for telling you sometime, too. Even if he is a pain in the arse." There was a flicker of her usual humor in her eyes as she said this, a determination to set what she had been told behind her. It didn't, ultimately, reflect on who she was and where she was going, after all. "I can't promise I'm going to play happy families with Tony," she confessed quietly. "I don't know if I can separate him from his - our - father. But I'll try."

"He doesn't know, you know. You're going to be just as much a shock to him as he was to you." He wasn't trying to play devil's advocate exactly, but he wanted her to see it from Tony's point of view, as well as her own. Maybe if she could do that, they could make peace with each other someday. "From what I've been told, Howard wasn't exactly the most attentive father. I don't think Tony's childhood was much happier than yours. At least, you had Olivia. When his parents died, he had no one." Steve could certainly relate to that, being an only child himself. He'd taken his mother's death hard, but life had gone on. "Tony's not the easiest person to get along with, but down deep, he's a decent guy."
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Re: A Pink C*cktail For A Blue Lady
« Reply #5 on: December 05, 2012, 10:15:16 AM »
"We'll see." She wasn't making any promises, which was surprisingly wise for someone as impulsive as she had become over the years. Perhaps Steve was rubbing off on her. All she could do was promise not to purposefully make trouble for her ... her brother. She sighed softly, stroking her cheek against Steve's hand. "All one big happy dysfunctional family, hmm?"

At least you have one, he thought, but the words didn't pass his lips. He wasn't going to minimize her pain by sharing his own. What was past was past, and there was no changing it. "I think Peggy might be able to shed some more light on things," he remarked, unsure if she still wanted to go with him to England to meet her, unsure if it would only make matters worse. It seemed it might be a way for them all to gain closure, but he wasn't about to push the matter if she wasn't ready.

"Maybe," Lucy agreed softly. "But I don't want to drop it on her all at once. She doesn't deserve all the big surprises we have for her all in one go; it's enough to make anyone pause." Her smile warmed, appreciating his quiet patience with her. "I'm sorry I come with all these complications attached, love. It really wasn't intentional, I thought I was just ordinary boring me."

"There's nothing ordinary or boring about you, Lucy, and if anyone comes with complications attached, it's me." He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, needing her to understand just how much she meant to him and that he was never going to leave her. No matter how many times he said it, it never seemed enough. "I love you. I'm always gonna love you."

She drew him close, dropping her feet down to the floor in the same motion, to press her lips to his, fingertips gentle as they stroked against his cheek. "I love you back," she whispered back to him, her lips barely parting from his even to offer that answering reassurance. "I'm sorry I'm so much trouble, really I am." Not that she gave him a chance for rebuttle; her lips were already on his once more as she leaned into him, seeking and finding all the comfort she needed in the arms of the first and only man she'd ever loved.

He would have answered her, would have assured her she wasn't any trouble, even if she thought she was. Her past didn't matter, not to him anyway. It didn't matter to him that she was the daughter of Howard Stark and Elizabeth Carter, not anymore. She was the woman he'd fallen desperately and hopelessly in love with, and that was all that mattered. He didn't give her a chance to argue with him further. Whatever food was left on either of their plates was quickly forgotten as their lips met in an unhurried kiss.

He gently unwound her from him and moved to his feet, scooping her up in his arms even as his lips were pressed to hers. If he'd been in pain recently, that pain seemed all but forgotten now, his accelerated metabolism having taken care of that for him. She seemed as light as a feather, and he carried her effortlessly back to the bed they'd shared only a few hours before, intent on making her forget all about her worries and troubles for at least one more night. When morning came, they'd face the day and whatever challenges that arose together.

[size=9]((Many, many, many thanks to Steve's player!))[/size]
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