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          ‘ it isn’t your fault, you know. that i got involved. ‘ they were very different. brothers, yes, but looking for a different outcome in their lives. and yet he knew that, despite their differences, neither one of them had ever wished harm on the other. and neither of them had wanted to see another war. ‘ and you don’t have to keep worrying about me. ‘

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                   the cacophony of spells has finally ceased, bangs and whizzes and flashes of colored lights gone for the time being. the room is strewn with broken bits of furniture and bodies lying prone, yet alive. alec’s hair is a mess of ebony waves over his brow. his left arm still tingles, mostly devoid of any and all sensation as a result of whatever curse the jet of purple light that his his arm was, but he is able to push the hair from his eyes with his good wand hand as he shuffles over to his partner. 

USER :// @aurorskills​ INQUIRY :// “ we learn the hard way “ public string { i hope this reaches her in time } ; accepting

           steve can’t help but smile at that.  a few seconds with the muscles in place even have the soldier chuckling.  “ truer words, “ is more of a mumble to himself as he shakes his head.  his best friend might even argue that was the only way steve rogers knew how to learn anything.  the hard way.  refusing to give up when that was the more sane option.  or maybe changing an approach to something when the result wasn’t favorable. 

          getting constantly punched as a kid, for instance.  steve never learned how to keep his mouth shut because of it.  if anything, he’d only become more vocal.  when pushed, he pushed back harder.  it’s what his mother taught him to do.

           so far, interactions with this new magical world didn’t prove to be much different.  there’d been those he ran into on the opposite side of the battle lines, laughing as he ran forward.  whatever sparks flew his way had hurt like hell, the ones that connected, anyway.  still, steve kept running forward because he was going to fight until the bitter end.

                            no matter what.

         ‘ i feel as if it might be easier for all involved if i pretended i didn’t just see that. ‘ by all definitions of reality, that shouldn’t have been possible. then again, he was a synthetic being with independent consciousness. two impossible things in the same space. ‘ is that a correct assessment? ‘ 

USER :// @aurorskills​ INQUIRY ://  ❝ put that over your head. ❞ public string { goodnight moon } ; accepting

          steve thought the extent of weird he’d experience during the war was being presented with a serum that gave him over 8 inches in height, about 200 pounds in pure muscle, and cured him of every ailment that had ever given him problems.  but, no.  once he’d managed to find his way onto the battlefield in europe he was then brought in on the age old secret of magic.

                     magic.  wands and all.  if someone told him dragons were real he might just cry out of excitement.  

          but, this strange new world they were supposed to be working with was taking a little getting used to.  secret passages and teleportation.  they’d been hiding in plain sight from his understanding, which was as interesting as it was slightly terrifying.  anyone who wanted to hurt others could do so without their target even knowing.  his soldier’s mind was trying to wrap itself around all the possibilities in the framework of war when something was shoved in his face.