Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā sam isnāt sure what heās thinking being here. but he sees her from across the room as sheās as bright as ever, as beautiful and that short circuits all else. he figures between steve and tony and the rest _________________ they got that shit covered, the real reason theyāre here, some end of the world type nonsense. this is incidental : heās not a man with a plan right now, but he knows now that heās seen her he canāt unsee her. all this time, all the space in-between and here they are. he guesses itās good luck that heās at least in his black and tie finest.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā if youāre going to make a comeback, at least be in your sunday best, right ? sam doesnāt remember moving through the crowd, but then sheās right there, and heās smiling that soft smile thatās always been reserved for her,Ā saying her name, ā mari. ā like theyāre seventeen again and heās charming her out of chemistry to sit under the bleachers and share headphones. he also immediately regrets it, how soft his voice is, how intimate. ā Ā is it too late to ask for a dance ? āĀ itās a blur and yet, the impression of her lingers, like it always has, that feeling back again like heād do anything for her.Ā one dance with his hand gentle at the curve of her back one hand curled between those slim long fingers, heart heavy hot in his chest.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā shit goes down like he has to, but right before the bullets fly and hisĀ pretty suitās tattered, right before he wonāt get the chance to do this again, right before he looses all his nerve, sam leans, trails that hand up her back and dips her low as his mouth lingering warm on her own. itās a sweet-sad thing that kiss. pulls back, and his fingers linger, gentle on the line of her jaw.Ā I wish,Ā I wish.Ā is this hello ? or goodbye.Ā his voice, a low murmur, the words just her for her like his heart.Ā ā for old times sake.Ā āĀ