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        ‘ Steve, ’ she nearly sighs, ‘ I’m hearing your voice. I’m fully aware of how good it is too have all my auditory faculties right about now. ’ She chuckles, a near full belly laugh, causing the little one inside her to kick once again. A gasp almost escapes, but she holds it in, knowing he’s so in tune with the conversation that he would notice if something was off. A firm hand, proceeds to rub up and down the vast planes of her stomach, eyes fluttering closed as she lulls their son, and her own thrumming heart rate.                ‘ If it’s any consolation, I wish you were, ’ she mulls slightly, provoking a near moan, but she gets it together, over the phone is not the time or the place to be provocative. ‘ I miss you so much, ’ she proceeds, steering herself away from the sultry thoughts lingering in her mind. This is on the tamer side, and yet still passionate, her heart nearly aching to be free, threatening to burst if she’s not back in his arms, asap.  ‘ I didn’t know I could miss someone this much, ’ she admitted, ‘ I should have never laid eyes on you, Steven Rogers. ’ Of course she’s teasing, another giggle erupting after the words escape, so that he knows it’s merely a joke. Her life would never be the same after seeing the captain; although it was never about his looks – those were just a plus.

          ‘ I know you can’t tell me where you are, ’ she continues, ‘ but I’m trying to fantasize that it’s a nice place, and that you are safe. Don’t tell me if I’m wrong, I’m tired of thinking in that negative, dark space. I want to imagine being somewhere where the sun is shining, and we’re together. Go there with me, sweetheart……I just want us to finally be free. ’ It was a fantasy of course, and she knew she was going to cause herself more pain later, but for now she could dream, for now she had Steve’s voice to carry her into the stars. He is her human shield ( sort of speak ), he is her safety, he is her home.

   ‘ i wish i was there too. but you know how it goes. duty calls. ’ he tries to make light of the fact that his volunteering so long ago has caused this. he can’t be with her all because of a pledge he’s made over forty years ago. had steve rogers knew what he has gotten himself into, he wouldn’t have made any other decision but. he’s thought about it. life without the serum. that, though, it meant death far before finding his god given second chance, sharon. if anyone knew the struggle of how ‘work’ interfered with everyday life, she would know. but this career of sorts, for the captain, it’s become A WAY OF LIFE. 

    if he couldn’t save himself, he’d save others. that’s just the way it’s been all these years. for the last two, she has been his saving grace. there’s no other way he’d want it to be frank. ‘ i miss you too. endlessly and always. ’ he makes sure to say the words. a habit that just sprung randomly but one that hasn’t been questioned since the first time he’s said it. he can’t quite remember when it was but he couldn’t forget her reaction. it was an eye roll with an upward smile that could outshine the sun on the hottest brooklyn summer day. he had been told that it was cheesy but she liked it. it’s stuck ever since. ‘ i’m glad you stared at me. i wouldn’t change it for the world. ’ another jab of teasing tossed her way. yet he recalls when he first saw her. it was at her aunt’s funeral. the say solemnly haunts him for all the reasons he’ll forever hold near and dear. without that day, however, he’d probably still be alone. religion wasn’t a forte of the captain but he has to say, god can work in mysterious ways.  

          she was sitting in the tub, a big, vast, claw-foot, the porcelain so pristine and kept up with, as if it had never been bathed in. She imagined it hadn’t, that this type of headquarters had no rhyme or reason for such a thing to exist, and yet here it did. Agent Hill had mentioned wanting to provide Sharon with ‘ small comforts,’ while they watched over her in Steve’s absence. This however, was a HUGE deal to the redhead, it was downright a luxury, something she’d always fantasized about, but never had all to herself. Of course, she’d stayed in fancy hotels, but her own apartment was rushed and incomplete, the life of an agent wasn’t glamorous, and her belongings mirrored that style. 

        submerged in warm water and bubbles, her hands rubbed over the tightening flesh of her overgrown belly. A palm massaged at the lower portion of the protrusion, a smile overtaking her features as she felt the strength of a kick. ‘ Quick, just like daddy, ’ she whispered of her unborn child’s movements within her womb.  The baby inside her brought her much comfort, and she’d felt less lonely. It pained her to lie to Steve, and yet she knew it was for the greater good. A month or so ago, when Natasha had seen her by accident, she’d begged her to keep the secret. The widow agreed, knowing it was what was best for everyone – there couldn’t be any complications, any weak spots – now was not the time for someone’s revenge. 

         nearly dozing off, Sharon heard the buzz of her phone on the tile of the area next to the tub. Reaching out, she hadn’t bothered to look at the number, even though it wouldn’t have been one she’d recognize anyway. No one really called her anymore, and this was a secure line. If it wasn’t one of the agents, or Nick, someone would have seriously been a wizard of hacking to unearth this cellular device.              ‘ Hello? ’ she breathed slowly, as she tried to sit up the best she could amongst the slickness of the porcelain.                                  His voice. Instantly she was secure.                     ‘ I’d say you have mighty good timing, Cap, ’ she teased, ‘ I’m in the bath – and I’ve done nothing for the past seven months but miss the hell out of you. ’

      TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE PASSING DAYS. that’s how long it’s taken for the world’s dear captain america to buck up and give in to the urging need to at least hear the sound of her breath graze against the speaker of a phone. the gall to at least think about doing so had been nonexistent. the danger of consequences always pushing rogers to forget the overwhelming thought of reaching out. the give and take of brushing fingertips along the green prominent call button of his secret cellular device had been programmed into his nightly orders like a ritual. the courage disappearing every night until now. 

    with determination, his thumb crushes into the send button while the digits of her contact stare back at him. her number had always seared his memory until all the chaos had ensued. the white slip of ripped paper crinkled in his palm. the foreign sequence of numbers not familiar but they would lead him home. he’s internally reminding himself to thank natasha later for her skills. her aid in helping him get into contact with the agent was appreciated since her repeated warning and opposition still stood. love is love, however. there’s no stopping the magnitude of its strength. 

     awaiting for the ringing on the end to cease felt like all of eternity and steve would know a thing or two about that. or something close. upon hearing her questioning opening words, steve’s heart is lifted. immediately, he can breathe...to a point. his lungs, they’re refilling with much-needed air but at the same time, hearing even the smallest word on the other line, thousands of miles away, there’s something dreadful about how this has to happen. how rekindling with his love has to be this way. again, not normal. it hasn’t been normal since 1941. many moons ago. but then again, perhaps steven grant rogers wasn’t destined for true normalcy. 

A Shar.on Cart.er Starter for @brooklynrelic // INFI.NITY WA.R

        he’d been dropping by less and less, to a point where he’d been becoming a figment of her imagination. She knew he was hiding out, still saving the world the best he could, but from a distance. He’d ‘disgraced’ a nation, that’s what was being said anyway, even though they knew the truth. No part of Stev.e Roge.rs’ actions could ever be a disgrace – they were never done out of malice or cruel intent. His heart was golden, and yet that could be used against him, as many things often did; including her. 

       sharon couldn’t see him now, even if she’d wanted to, it was too risky, too dangerous. She was not the only thing now, that could be seen as a weakness for the captain, not anymore. The world was ending, and it was coming from all over, all across the galaxy, everyone was a target, and agent 13, was not about to have any of that.           slender fingers slid down the expand of her belly, a small chill running down her back as she trembled with dread. He couldn’t know. A worried heart wasn’t the only thing he’d left behind seven months ago…..

        PROTECTION. a word that held so much worth in such a short give of breath. but that word, it meant everything to the solider. that was his duty: TO PROTECT & SERVE A NATION. his most prized nation, wasn’t the fertile soil under laced boots, or the concrete jungle’s busy streets where he was born and raised. in part, he would give his life to protect all that inhabited this planet and the million and one other places in the world, far beyond the atmosphere he was accustomed to. but his devotion would never falter where one was concerned. where SHE was concerned. for her safety, her complete safety where not a soul could lay a finger on her beautiful tresses of firey red, he would do anything to keep her alive. 

““You scare me, ’ he said. ‘Why?’ she asked. ‘Because I tell you things I can’t even tell myself.’”

— mysheriamour (via wnq-writers)