Lets Start With Forever - MOVED ACCOUNT

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mcdanno as ao3 tags part one | part two | part three

You know what melted me? You two in the gazebo and you saying tell me a secret. And him going it’s risky. I was like oh my god tattoo it on my body. Like I loved that.  -Sophia 

I found it much easier to you know play um an emotional scene with you Joy…It’s not hard to make something real with you Joy. -James

"I really hope they'll let me borrow a horse..."

Lucas was happy to help, hoisting her up by her hand with ease and a good amount of swift movement she was ontop the majestic beast in one quick push. “Buttercup will look after ya. Plus, I’m close by.” Lucas winked playfully as he mounted his own stead, the horse giving a friendly huff at the woman as it followed Lucas down the pathway. “So, do you make a habit of treking out into the forest by yourself for help?” Lucas asked, he was making conversation but there was a hint of genuine care for her safety in his tone.

Myrkr, of course, knew who the other was - Steve Rogers/Captain America - but he guessed the guy was tired of hearing people fawn over him. Besides, Myrkr really saw him in the cinema; perhaps the guy was catching up on media. If Steve remembered, he'd realise now that it was him telling the complaining ones to shut the fuck up.

Steve was completely caught off guard when the man complimented his obvious embarrasment at the mention of the cinema. Steve would be irritated but at having a sensitive display pointed out but Myrkr had such an aloof and charismatic tone that Steve couldn’t help but smile a little in turn. He cleared his throat a little as he felt a tightness in his chest all of a sudden, “Sure, waffles sound nice.”

Steve felt the words wash over him, he was glad that Tony was accepting his words and not recoiling like had done before in the past. There was a irritating voice in the back of his mind, pushing him to say what he really meant but the blonde held his tongue for a moment. A knowing smile appeared on his lips at the mention of Tony’s ass being ‘bubble like’ Steve was mostly a gentleman but he would be lying if he said he didn’t notice. “Heh...maybe.” Steve followed the shorter man as he continued to speak, “Uh,...yeah a drink would be great.” He let out a tired sigh letting his body relax as he clearly wasn’t hiding it as well as he would of liked. “That obvious, huh?”

Shit. Steve should of been prepared for the smartest man in the room to be questioning him on his obviously unsual behaviour, because clearly he was being as smooth as an elephant in an elevator, Steve sat at the bar bracing his arms on the edge and rocking a little into it, trying to appear relaxed. Dropping his head with a smile before looking back to the other man, “-Heh, and here I thought I was being my usual stiff self. I guess, I should leave the undercover ops to the professionals.” Steve remarked as his gaze drifted to anything but the man in front of him. After a second or two he rarranged himself into a more control sitting stance. “It’s a complicated matter, If i’m honest, I’m not sure what I would even ask.”

“Glad I could help.” He said softly, throwing in a little salute that he immediately cringed at after and wanted to mentally kick himself over doing such a thing, he wasn’t even a solider. “I’m probably going to regret this.” He mumbled

“Hm. Perhaps it is the beard. Although, it’s stuck to a face that looks uncommonly uneasy right now. Did something happen?” Steve asked, taking a step closer his tone sincere. “Ha, you know, with everything that’s happened these past few weeks, I think I’ve actually missed your teasing.” Steve said with a fond smile, but with eyes that said I do recall all the jokes but instead of being frustrated he now looked back on them with fondness.

"I'm not touching that stuff again, for as long as I'm alive." Steve said firmly but he still sounded fond of the memory nonetheless.

“So, it’s made with eggs and therefore is called eggnog? I have to admit, it doesn’t have the most charming name. I’ll give it a go though especially if it’s alcoholic.” Leo said as he settled down in his seat, eggnog was just one more thing on his checklist to try.

“Oh.” Leo looked down at the cup in his hands, the smell was something else. Was he about to pollute his palette with something named as silly as egg-nog? yes, yes he was. He decided to throw it back in one go, a barely audible groan left his throat as he slapped his lips a little at the taste. “That is...something.”

AVENGERS: ENDGAME dir • anthony & joe russo