Girls of the MCU

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@girlsofthemcu asked: ❝ Whiskey is a breakfast staple, anyone who says otherwise is fucking lying. ❞ (Mira to Calvin)

obscenely domestic starter sentences | Accepting

Unlike some holidays (*cough*AprilFools*cough*), Saint Patrick’s Day is one of those days when you ABSOLUTELY want to be around the Commandos, for it is a day of non stop shenanigans and partying.

There is usually a poll about how many times Dino will mention his “shillelagh stick” and then another on how many times he can mention it to Maria Hill without her punching him.

Reb and Junior spend the whole day quoting Boondock Saints (and occasionally Bex and Bucky join in).

(Addition: If either Reb or Junior manage to mention the “motherfucking rope” more than 50 times within a certain period of time, Jack ties them with exactly that to some random pole in the city. The location of said pole is disclosed to no one.)

Jack sits in the corner, very much enjoying the flow of beer and being surprisingly pleasant. Because he can actually admit the Irish deserve a nice day and hey…at least they aren’t American.

While green may not be Manelli’s color (or at least he believes it isn’t so), he’s the first one to get his nails painted green by a flock of pretty girls at the bar. For there is a bar. There are lots of bars. Day drinking is totally a thing.

Dugan, in a move that is surprising to no one, goes all out. Decked head to toe and singing Irish drinking tunes at the top of his lungs.

Bex puts green streaks in her hair and attempts to do the same to her brother. She may also end up with things like gold lipstick and green sparkly nails.

And the whole days ends with a party at Dugan’s place where he makes his famous Guinness stew and the Captain and Bex bring over beer bread and everyone sees how many desserts they can find that have Baileys mixed into them. And there is food. So much food. And even more beer. And all the drinking songs.

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Standing on a battlefield in Wakanda and staring down a wave of alien warriors, Steve couldn't bring himself to feel any particular anxiety about the coming fight. It wasn't the first time he'd stared down a wave of alien invaders, or androids, or Nazis. That part was familiar.

No, all his anxiety was reserved for the internal battle and what they were about to do. He'd spoken about it at length with Bex in the previous days, and again late into last night. The choice had been lingering for longer than Steve had been willing to acknowledge it. He'd first become aware of it during the war, but he hadn't really wanted to look at it until now. He didn't particular want to do it now either, but he'd accepted they were out of other options. Too much hinged on this fight for them to risk losing because he was a coward. Steve Rogers wasn't a coward.

He wasn't afraid of dying. What had him reaching for his wife, meeting her outstretched hand halfway without even having to look for it, was the fear that they wouldn't be themselves after this fight. There was something else living inside Steve, a power and a darkness that he didn't fully understand, and he knew that he couldn't until he accepted it. If he embraced it to defeat Thanos, would he still be Steve Rogers, the man who loved Rebecca Barnes, on the other side of it? He laced his fingers with hers, squeezing softly as he turned to face her. The other hand came up to cup her face, forehead tipped to hers. They'd already agreed, but he wouldn't be Steve if he didn't offer her one last out.

"You sure?"

Bex had been an awkward ten year old the first time she met an even more awkward Steve Rogers. But she had known, even then, that there was something...different about him. Something that tied to two of them together.

Soulmates. That's what the little old ladies of the neighborhood used to call them. Two souls meant to be one. And while Bex couldn't argue with that, it still felt inaccurate. Was there a level beyond soulmate? Cause that's what she and Steve were...

Turns out that yeah. There was. Something the two of them didn't really realize until there were in the middle of a war. Why was it death always seemed to follow Steve? How was it Bex seemed to know so effortlessly what plants would end a man's life if ground up and slipped into his drink?

It was all leading them here. To this moment. And a destiny greater than those two kids could have ever imagined.

With a small nod, she tilted her head up just enough to catch her husband's lips. Share one final kiss as the people they were. Before... Before whatever happened next.

"You jump, I jump. Remember?"