GET BACK UP.

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     “ — you really think that’s for the best?” steve liked to think he was one that could let things go. sitting in the middle of battlefield, surrounded by enemies and driven mad by ghosts at night made for an atmosphere where you learned to let things go. ( sometimes, all they could do was share a drink and leave their troubles for another day. ) yet the world was different now; the people around had taught him to be different — to push when necessary, to not make light those difficult things. “you know i’m here, clint… for when you’re ready.” 

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     HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS. it was that spot where one was neither hero nor hardship; it was that place between breaths, where one could simply exist. home was rare, and it was easy to forget when they were in battle — when their fists were bruised and their lips bloody. it took him a moment to remember, to hear her words and understand them. ( remember that you are not titans; remember that the serum in your veins did not remove the fragility of your humanness. ) steve looked at bobbi and blinked. 

     HOME IS WHERE LIFE IS. he did not tell her that it was not the four walls that rooted him, that made it easier to breathe. he did not tell her that it was not the tiled kitchen or the yellow curtains that made him feel safe. ( and wasn’t that a funny thought — that it was someone like her that made him safe instead? ) home was… well, it was something else. 

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     to this day, steve still wasn’t sure how to feel about halloween. children donned red, white, and blue in tiny versions of the AVENGERS, and adults whispered their fears into the smiling faces of pumpkins. yet with so much focus on costumes and scares, the request for the avengers to make public appearance had never been higher. sometimes, it felt back how it was before the war — back when he was just a pretty face for the screen. god knew he felt like a dancing monkey again. at her words, he flashed her a half-grin, trying hard not to roll his eyes. “ — are you just tellin’ me that to get me to go?” 

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     now those were words he knew better than most. he had seen history play out and repeat itself in cycles time and time again. war and injustice on one side; hope and strength on the other. he had seen heroes rise and fall through it all. ( hell, scarlett was proof enough of that. ) to hear the words from someone so young, with so much of the world ahead of her, made him smile. kids these days were a helluva lot smarter than him. “that’s why it’s important to stay in school — you gotta learn about history to learn from it.” 

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     when steve was a boy, he’d look in the mirror and see POTENTIAL that was lost on most of the world. he’d see fight, he’d see rage, he’d see justice in the curl of his fist. when steve was older, when his name had been shed in favor of a symbol, he’d look in the mirror and see that potential realized. he’d see battle, he’d see war, he’d see a shield. ( when, someone might ask, did he ever just see himself? ) at her question, he thought of these things, these subtleties of reflection and truth. it was not a good question to settle on their shoulders; they had done too many things, made too many mistakes. heroes were the pinnacle of all things human, in hope and in loss. 

     “depends,” he finally settled on, that little truth-telling kind of smile on his face. “in the end, i guess it doesn’t really matter. you have to push on regardless — that’s our job.”

          Hope had run DRY. Any thought of trying to fix this, or for the VERY least, try to carry on, to move forward, to take a step into what was next, had WITHERED away, just as the everyone around him had. For once, Tony was beaten and down. And for the first time, that’s where he wanted to stay. But Steve’s words had came to him like some kind of seed that  had the potential to grow into something more. And yet, in order for that to happen, their needed to be some DESIRE, and Tony couldn’t MUSTER up the strength to continue to fight. Not right now, at least. “Steve I— I can’t. I don’t—” words were falling short. “—Peter—” he said, suddenly feeling the rush of TEARS in his eyes. He embraced Steve once more, NEEDING some kind of affirmation he couldn’t find on his own.

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        there  was  a  dark  look   about her. with the PAINT on her face, black like the blood in her veins, she could almost be mistaken for one of the villains currently reigning havoc on the city. except for the way she strode up to captain america as if she did so everyday. but lexa worked ALONE or preferred to, but sometimes a job was too big for one enhanced human - not a hero. maybe captain america was a hero but lexa walked the thin line between justice and v e n g e a n c e too often to accept the term for herself. she did what was necessary to achieve victory, even it dirtied her hands in the process.          ❝  looks like you could use a little HELP, captain.  ❞

     they were becoming more common these days --- heroes of mask and circumstance, heroes that were not given the name but took it for themselves. it was not surprising to see one; it was surprising for one to be so BOLD, to approach him as if it were he that were the vigilante. more surprising still was the fact that she was RIGHT. help was needed in whatever form it could come. “i wouldn’t say no to some,” he returned. no, she was not familiar to him. “i only got one rule for heroes taggin’ along: follow my lead.” a pause. “ --- what’s your name, solider?”