“Because....You know I’ll...I’ll step aside...If..” Natasha trailed off and bit her lip for a moment, as she gathered her thoughts before continuing. “If you two would be happier together without me.” She nearly stepped back out of the room at that point, as she blinked back tears at the thoughts tangled up within her mind.
She hated that she was having such a hard time putting what she felt like needed to be said into words. But, she was trying. There were simply so many emotions tangled up in the words and the two men meant a great deal to her.
She wanted them to both be happy. Even if that meant that she wasn’t.
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The whole team was invited to a charity ball, and for once Tony did not mind. The food was great, the alcohol was free and they all looked their best.
Tony takes another sip of his scotch, enjoying the warmth that spreads across his body once he swallows. “Hey Cap!” He says with a wide, intoxicated grin as he leans towards Steve and playfully nudges his side witn an elbow. “Come on, at least look like you’re ENJOYING yourself!” Tony lets out a laugh that is loud enoughto catch attention of a couple of people.
gimme the good good Sam/Riley feelings (thanks for those btw)
send me a ship and i’ll tell you || ( sel. ) accepting
who hogs the duvetriley which is always a damn surprise when you take into consideration how he grew up in the middle of bum fuck nowhere georgia, where it gets dutch brick oven sweltering fucking hot, so hot you could breath in humid hot air. still doesn’t stop sam from waking up to rils, sprawled out over his chest, duvet tangled on his side. good thing sam runs hot.
who texts/rings to check how their day is goingriley, who blows up sam’s damn phone every other god damn minute when they’re apart, wants to know every banal thing that happened. but when they’re back together it’s sam tears his clothes apart, pressing up against riley’s skin like he’s trying to convince himself he’s here, that this is real. ( they spend so much time in the sky, like on the ground is suffocatingly, stiflingly small. they cope together. then without warning, sam copes. alone. )
who’s the most creative when it comes to giftssam knits and sews and DIYs like the best of them, which is always ceaselessly amusing to riley.
who gets up first in the morningriley could very well put the grinch to shame with how grouchy he is before midday. coffee sweetens him, and that’s how they spend their mornings, Riley’s head leaned on sam/s shoulder as they watch the light come in through the windows, paints them both in that soft gold light.
who suggests new things in bedit’s not a “hey sam let’s try new things” it’s more of riley pinning him down on the floor or sam hoisting him up without warning, riley wrapping his legs around his waist so they’re flush together, mouth hot at his neck. they can’t ever seem to shake loose that edge of desperation, like at any moment, this could all fall apart.
who fusses over the other when they’re sicksam, and riley hates ( loves ) that fusses. that sam checks his temperature every hour on the hour, cooks his food down to scratch, leaves sticky notes all over their place to remind him to take your fucking meds or so help me god riley.
who gets jealous easiestneither. you don’t hold down the line for each other out their, have each other’s backs and have time for petty things like jealously. they know what they are to each other with sheer-fire surety.
who has the most embarrassing taste in musicit’s the one time sam’s ever seriously considered leaving him, when he wakes up cotton mouthed and head ringing heavy, was the one time riley rigged up the speakers to blast dolly parton screeching about some dumb bitch named jolene.“ i’m leaving you. ” sam, rolling over, pressing the pillow over to his ear, and riley just presses himself up against him, that laugh echoing down under sam’s skin.“ you love me too much, sammy and you know it. ”( and, damn him, he’s right. )
who takes the longest to get ready“ sam stop fucking preening let’s go already you’re getting laid tonight. ”“ you can leave this house looking like whodunit what-for if that is your prerogative, but i was raised with a modicum of self respect, thank you. ”
who is the most tidy and organisedit’s like living with an overly tidy ghost, sam’s hardly set a cup down on the counter and riley’s already magicked it away. it’d be funny except it’s like this: in the moments where war doesn’t touch their lives riley washes dishes like trying to wash blood out from under his fingernails. sometimes he’ll wake up to it, the water splashing in the sink, steam pooled on the mirror and he’s scrubbing his hands raw, bloodied, and sam has to to draw his hands out from under the water, put his own between them. “ doesn’t ever feel like i’ll ever been clean, sammy. ”
who gets most excited about the holidaysriley moonlights as santa claus and sam takes about am million pictures, and sam strings up mistletoe up in corners just to have an excuse to pull riley toward by his belt loops and kiss him sweet. they push each other down down as they go skating and drink
who is the big spoon/little spoonsometimes it’s riley pressed against sam’s back and sam curled small. sometimes it’s sam carding his hands through the thickets of his hair. it depends on how the chips fall. who’s demons rear their heads on any given day.
who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportssam, and it’s riley’s favorite thing in the world, to rile him up, but the victory of success still doesn’t beat the after party: “ i let you beat me. ” sam, kissing that spot on his throat that makes him shiver.“ likely fucking story. shut up and let me claim my prize. ”
who starts the most argumentsriley, he’s a good guy…. with a short fuse and sam’s never stood for any kind of bullshit not a day in his life, and isn’t gonna start now. riley raises his voice high and sam snaps back, low and hard and frustrated. it’s not always easy, for them to say the things they mean, but no matter what, no matter who storms out angry. they always come home.
who suggests that they buy a petthey talk about it all the time, what happens next, because there is a next after this, when you find love like this you hold it tight with both your hands. after they get out, they’re gonna get a dog, a big one, one sam can take out running. they’re gonna get rings, riley’s mapped out where he’s going to build their house, out someplace they can see the sky, the stars.
how they spend time together as a couplethey take leave always, always make one at least one road trip, riley ripping through road at speeds that are illegal but it’s fine. there’s something calming to them both about the swathes of wheat and corn as far as the eye out can see, just green below and blue up on high, windows all rolled down wind ripping in their faces. they hike, hold hands up in the mountains where no one sees but the trees and the breeze. sam watches for the birds and riley rolls up his ankles, skips rocks on the river and catch trout with his hands.
who made the first moveboth. it’s how it should always be, like to trees growing towards each other who’s roots are bound together under down where you can’t see, riley and sam crash together that night after their first test run under their wings. it’s this: lips, teeth, tongue, heat, licking the grit of the desert from their windswept faces under the weight of a million stars, shrouded in darkness.
who brings flowers homesam. he like he way riley brightens up. how he trims the stems careful, sets them in clay jars.
who is the best cookgeorgia boy that he is, riley can make a damn good peach cobbler, sweet as can be that melts warm on your mouth, but that’s just about it. the kitchen is sam’s domain thank you very much but he learned early on that if he didn’t keep those clever quick hands of riley’s busy they’d be all over sam like they ain’t nobody gotta eat round here. so sam cooks, riley chops, and one of them is always served up for dessert, later.
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29…as a promise.
The sound of a church bell echoed through the quiet town, as Wanda stood outside the safe house, hands digging into her pockets. Winter had everything around them in a tight grip and although she had grown up in a country where snow had dominated most of the fall and winter months, she was still cold. Stepping from one foot onto another, Wanda tried to keep herself warm, eyes fixed on the half opened door in front of her. “Steve, I’ll be late”, she called, for the second time, because the cab was waiting at the curb to take her to the airport. This was it. After over a year with the other Avengers, Wanda had made the decision to venture off on her own. She needed some time to figure out who she was after all this mess and wanted to do some soul searching by herself. Much to the dismay of Nat and Steve, who weren’t truly on board with her idea, out of fear what would happen to her out there alone. They sometimes seemed to forget that she had survived over six years on the streets of a warn torn country.The door finally opened completely and Steve appeared with the last of her suitcases in hand, which mainly just contained books. “Thanks”, she said and smiled up at him, taking the luggage out of his hand. “Sooo...”, she added a little insecurely, because she was at a loss for words. This wasn’t goodbye permanently, but it still made her a little sad to leave them behind. “I promise I’ll check in, I’ll write, I’ll keep a low profile, I have the tracking device in case anything happens and I’ll keep in mind everything Nat taught me about being invisible.” He had made her repeat the most important rules of living alone for days now, driving her up the walls. “Don’t worry about me, old man. I can take care of myself.” She rose up to her toes and pressed a feather light, innocent kiss to his lips. “I promise I’ll be okay. And if not, I’ll call you, so you can come rescue me.” A small chuckle fell from her lips as she took a step back and smiled at him. “I’ll see you around, Cap. Stay safe.” With that she turned around and hurried over to the cab, trying not to look back, because she had the sudden urge to stay.
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“ jus’? half a bottle dunno. “ bucky shrugs, taking another drink straight from it aforementioned whiskey bottle, a frozen steak pressed against his eye, “ don’t worry, didn’t lose our rent money. “
