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captain america the first avenger sentence starters || accepting

A hailstorm of bullets zinged past them, deflecting off of the giant metal and concrete slabs they were currently hiding behind. This was too much for him to try and protect her from--they were going to get shot if they even so much as peeked over the top without some sort of protection, meaning that making a run for the jet was out of the question. It meant one of them was going to have to do something stupid and sacrificial while the other took advantage of the distraction to make a break for it.

Obviously, Steve was best fit for the stupid part of the plan.

“shhh.  daddy’s okay...” he said quietly, trying not to cry more tears as she was wiping them away.  he hated when he had nightmares -- especially ones where he was unable to save his daughter.

steve budged over allowing more room for ronja.  “’course you can stay here, sweetheart.” perhaps it was better for her to be next to him at least he’d know where she was.  “you got enough room? or am i going to end up with your feet in my face again?” he laughed as he tickled her side.

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"Do you wanna open it?" She asked eagerly, putting the gift in his hands and excited to see if he would like it. Sam helped he pick a set of colored pencils for Steve but she had wrapped it herself. @evolutionmastery

Steve cleared the day to celebrate his birthday with his daughter. Usually the Avengers threw him a big party but this year he wanted something a little more quiet. "Thank you, sweetheart!" he said with a smile as he took the card. A small chuckle fell from his lips when he saw the picture she drew and how she spelled some of the words. "I love it. I never had a better birthday card."

"Ain't my bedtime, yet," Bucky drawled, leaning his forearm on the doorjamb and gifting the young woman standing just outside his door with a faint smirk. After a moment, he stood aside to let her enter. He closed the door behind her and flipped the kitchen light on as he passed.

“Ain’t that the question?” Bucky asked with a sad smile. Settling uncomfortably against the wall, the arms folded across his chest might have served as a shield if the enemy wasn’t in his head.

“I think...seventy-five, eighty years ago...there was a time when I would have said people. My family, friends...I did have a few of those other than Steve once upon a time. But, they’re all gone now and...after decades surrounded by the worst of humanity, I’m not so sure people are all they’re cracked up to be.”

He turned his head to stare out the window. “I guess, if I had to think of something, I’d say that the only time I’ve felt like I could be happy again was when I was down in Louisiana with Sam and his sister. Watching the people in their neighborhood all come together, helping each other, letting me in for a moment to feel like <i>I</i> could help...it reminded me of the old days in the old neighborhood, when I could remember what happiness felt like.”