#c:cap

151008 sungjin_lol 

Dear Stiles,

Thank you for the letter, it means a lot that you chose to write to me. I’m sure your dad is trying really hard, but you got to be a brave boy for him right now. I’m really sorry to hear about your mom. I lost my mom too when I was a kid, just like you. It was really hard, but then I got to meet my best friend so you got to keep your chin up. I really wish I could but unfortunately there are some things even Captain America can’t do, but I promise I’ll try to help in anyway I can. Make sure to give your mom a big hug and tell her you love her okay? Please write again soon.

Many Thanks,

Captain America.

Stiles held the crisp off-white paper in his hands, blinking at it in slight shock. He sat down hard on the couch, eyes moving over the words. "Captain America answered my fan mail... after, jesus, after like 6 years. Holy shit." Stiles had forgotten that he had even sent the letter. His mouth twisted and he felt his throat tightening; he'd been such a kid then, thinking that life's real problems could be solved by a superhero.

The six feet of tightly packed earth and the stone over his mother's grave had taught him differently. Still, the guy had actually answered, he really was what he looked like on TV, apparently. Heart of gold. 

He ran a thumb over the line about hugging his mother, and sighed, startling slightly when a drop of water smeared the neat writing. He was apparently crying, perfect. "Wish I could..." His voice was a quiet rasp and he sniffed in once, hard as he refolded the letter and stuffed it into his bag. He had somewhere to be, letter or no letter.

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His worn out sneakers squeaked against the gym floor, and Stiles looked up and around the building with a crooked smile. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be painful." Stiles chuckled, walking over to a locker and stuffing his bag in. A guy in gym shorts that were entirely too short pointed Stiles towards  the speed bags with a smirk, daring him to try his best.

(/looks down at the display for a second, rubs his face in his palms before combing his fingers through his hair - silently questioning how many of these "don't you ever do that to him again" texts he would receive before none more would come) ... (/nonetheless he ends up tiredly smiling, because it's actually great, knowing that seyong is looked after by so many) ... (/not that he would ever do something like that again, but still - amazing)