#askcaptainsteverogers

It's quiet.

Silence falls over both of them, the words of the Captain lingerin between them, slowly building up a wall that stopped everything. Stopped the closeness. Stopped the kisses. Stopped the warm touches and the good feeling.

It turns warm, mushy feelings to hatred. Hatred, against himself, against his own doing.

Of course it's not working. It's not working because he wrecked it, it's not working because he  did something wrong.

Seconds pass and Bruce isn't saying anything, just staring at Steve with a blank expression on his face, while the captain tries to form words, to explain, to tell him it's not his fault (when he knows it is), that they can still be friends, that everything can stay the same besides...

Well. Besides the one thing that keeps him grounded, the one change in his life that made it worth living to the doctor. Bruce only nods, he understands, turning slowly to walk to the door.

"It's okay.", he says quietly, voice raspy and eyes filled with tears, "It's... okay."

Those are his last words before he opens the door to leave, leaving nothing behind but his scent in the air and his glasses on the desk.

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

Steve,

I love watching you sleep. You're so peaceful. And yet you cling to me as if I'd be the only reason you sleep.... Am I?I don't know, yet I just sit here and watch you and you still cling to me.. It's adorable.-BB 

♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

David Cook - Right here with you

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

3: Nose Kiss

Cardiac: Your character starts showing the signs of a heart attack.

"..-!" The knife Bruce had been holding in his hand to cut some tomatoes fell out of his hand, down on the floor, the sound echoing from the walls as the scientist's hand flew up to his chest, pressing against it as if it would stop the excruciating pain that built up inside it.

Immediately, he started to pant as if he had been running for miles as fast as possible, cold sweat began to form on his forehead. He coughed, gasping for air as Bruce sunk down on the floor, not even able to cry out for help.