#originalyloved

     Steve and a small crew had made it near Lesvos to help the refugees that had settled there. Ever since Bruce had brought everyone back, Steve and the rest of the former Avengers have been looking for new ways to help and to cope--having given up the shield to Sam, Steve was just Steve Rogers, trying to help out as many little guys and gals as possible where help was needed the most. 

       Han was gone. Han had never been much of a presence in his life, not after the fights between Leia and Luke about the darkness in him. He always felt responsible for his father leaving when he was a child, he thought he was bad, that he wasn’t good enough for Han to want to stay. 

        He knew better now. He knew it wasn’t about Ben’s shortcomings but Han’s but he was gone now and there were no more explanations for him, nothing. Han was gone and he wasn’t one of the ones that could come back as a ghost. 

        And now he had to deal with carrying the Solo legacy, the Skywalker one and Snoke’s apprentices were fucking insane--they had blown up three planets before they could stop them. And to make things worse, there was this girl. She was strong in the Force, even with all the years blocking it he could feel the ripple in the Force when she was near. She was powerful and she learned fast and she loved Han in a way he never could. 

"I bleed my heart out just for you..." Ben finished singing as he finished strumming his guitar to finish out the song. Once he was done the rather big group of people that he ended up gathering around him during his busking all began to clap. Once he realized how many people were there he felt himself become more shy and introverted. Even so he was still so grateful for all that stayed and listened to his music. As he smiled, and looked down at the ground, he thanked everyone for coming.

As they all began to disperse, he felt his social anxiety begin to kick in, and he began to dread on everything he possibly did wrong. Was his voice okay? He was sure he fell flat at one part. Perhaps it cracked? Taking a breath, he reeled back his thoughts and told himself he did fine. Gently placing his guitar back into his case, he shut it as he took a breath.

( I love how we are both just losing our shit over Stefan and Skuld and just like "you know what it's fine, I can live vicariously through them, it's fine" )