#hcfsteveburnside

Neoumbrellanivans

clockworkarachnid

hcfsteveburnside

Krauser: Cinnamon rolls woke me up.

Steve: Well, that's some form of motivation.

Steve: I almost said SEXY motivation out of habit and confused myself.

Steve: Cinnamon rolls aren't sexy... are they?

Krauser: Well, they are covered in white, sticky substance.

Steve: ...

Steve: I hate you.

Steve: I mean, I love you. But I hate you.

[omg stop you.]

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Steve,

     God, I don't even know where to start besides saying I'm so, so thankful I got to see you one more time. I stayed up for a week after Chris and I came home just, sobbing my eyes out because you were the one that should've made it out alive in Antarctica, not me.

You didn't deserve any of it. All that pain and loneliness you must have gone through, all for it to end with that psycho toying around with you. When...when you mutated, I didn't think I'd be able to take it, you ending like that. I still can't, but you came back to me. You saved me and then you dies and it was just so unfair.

I'm not going to lie, I thought you were such a brat when I met you, god. You were so rude and you tried WAY too hard to impress me. But you grew on me, a lot, once you started just acting like yourself. I appreciated it. The downtime on the plane was petty nice too, if you don't mind me saying!

I'm so happy you're alive. Even if we met again under the circumstances, I'm happy for you. You've grown up so much and I'm proud of you. I'm just sorry we don't get to see each other anymore. You know how these things go.

Don't try any funny business while I'm gone! I'll be more than happy to kick your ass after 50+ years without having me keep you whipped in shape.

-'Princess' Claire

He cocks his head to the side, his glare as caustic as ever. Newcomer. Unannounced. And they usually wanted something.

Diana stared at... Steve? Yes. This was Steve, but something about how he held himself was just different, and he was out in the cold. He didn't like the cold thougyh... The one she knew at least. Slowly, her head tilted to the side, and one hand pushed up the bone helmet she wore. For some reason, there was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind to be on guard, but this was Steve she was staring at.

[Can I just say that I'm just waiting for the day me and Beefy run out of ideas and just make Steve and Krauser get married? They'll spend the rest of their days yelling at each other in a nice house with a white picket fence, fifty cats, and a subscription to Southern Living.

On Halloween, they'll give out raisins and toothbrushes because--at seventy--that is as evil as they can manage.

It would be amusing if you did. Mostly though it’s just because it bothers you.