#moonyte

“   jeez,   take   a   chill   pill,   @moonyte​.   it’s   not   that   big   of   a   deal.   ”

eyes  closed ,     ears  open -     listening  to  the  sounds  of  every  day  life .     facing  the  sun  as  it  beams  down  upon  the  world     (  the  sun’s  rays  hit  exposed  skin ,     deepening  the  complexion .  )     behind  a  pair  of  sunglasses ,     hazel  eyes  linger  upon  different  faces .     taking  note  of  the  differences ,     the  flaws   ...     letting  the  features  settle  in  the  brain .     she  get’s  the  appeal  of  people  watching ,     how  it  passes  the  time  when  you’re  waiting  for  something  or  someone .     a  lot  of  people  ponder  the  lives  of  other’s ,     making  up  stories  for  people  who  pass  by .     though  it’s  not  like  mia  doesn’t  notice  the  subtle  hints  of  drama  in  an  ordinary  life .     three  people  today  have  walked  passed ,     either  an  angry  tone ,     stressed  or  crying .     listening  to  catty  gossip ,     a  break  up  or  whatever  mundane  event  going  on  in  someone’s  life .    

“ ...are you okay? ” she asks ever so softly. livvy sits with her back to the wall and her knees tucked up against her chest, eyes wide with barely contained fear and residual panic; not a dozen feet from where she sits, two men lay beaten and bloody but her question isn’t for them. no, it’s directed at the one who’s left them in that state- the imposing figure in white who’s likely just saved her life. still, livvy avoids looking anywhere near his eyes as she asks, “ did- did they hurt you? ”

@moonyte​                         *    𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄 .             ᶤ’ᵛᵉ  ʰᵃᵈ  ᵗᵒ  ˢᶜʳᵃᵖᵉ  &  ᶜˡᵃʷ  ᵐʸ  ʷᵃʸ  ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ  ˡᶤᶠᵉ ˑ

her  head  is  still  angry  with  her  despite  the  knock  she  took  to  it  not  being  her  fault  (  for  once  ). and  while  the  visual  reminder  of  it  might  be  effectively  hidden  under  a  healthy  amount  of  blonde  hair,  fingertips  gingerly  (  and  stubbornly  )  continue  to  poke  and  prod  the  physical  evidence  of  the  sizeable  lump  at  the  back  of  her  skull  every  few  minutes  -----------  as  if  a  small  skip  of  time  will  somehow  change  the  ache  radiating  from  it,  or  the  regret  that  follows  when  the  pain  does  it's  best  to  bite  the  hand  that  feeds  it.

it  isn't  the  first  time  she's  hidden  an  injury  from  a  team,  be  it  for  selfish  reasons  or  simply  not  wanting  to  take  away  time  from  the  mission;  and  it  certainly  won't  be  the  last. rogers  knows,  of  course. he'd  given  her  the  initial  lookover  despite  her  insisting  she  was  fine. steven  though  ---------  considering some of the scrapes she’s seen him endure, maybe  there's  something  to  the  thought  that  like  recognizes  like.

❛  i  just  wanted  to  make  sure  you’re  okay. ❜      /      @moonyte​  --  for  steven.

she  puts  on  her  best  'i'm  fine'  smile  when  he  sits  in  the  seat  on  the  other  side  of  the  console  ----------  her  fingers  betraying  her  only  a  few  moments  later  out  of  the  compulsion  to  continue  to  make  herself  miserable  poking  the  same  bruise  over  and  over. (  maybe  it's  her  kicking  her  own  ass  for  getting  snuck  up  on  in  the  first  place. ) 

     "     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 .     "