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Night was falling over Brooklyn; the streetlights barely managed to illuminate the streets, and between the buildings lay those narrow alleys where the city seemed to forget they existed. Steve Rogers knew those places well.
All too well.
But he wasn’t alone.
“I told you not to get involved,” he muttered, without stopping.
At his side, Grace Rogers strode forward with a firm step, her hands tucked into the pockets of her worn coat.
“And I told you. You weren’t going alone,” she replied, without even looking at him.
They were identical in essence.
The same eyes. The same determination bordering on stubbornness. The same inability to stand still when something was wrong.
But where Steve hesitated, Grace moved forward.
Where Steve thought, Grace acted.
“Grace…”
“Don’t start,” she cut him off. “I’ve already decided.”
Steve exhaled, frustrated.
“This isn’t a game.”
She let out a small, dry laugh.
“It never is with you.”
They turned the corner.
The alley was there.
Dark. Narrow. With boxes piled up, trash spilling out of old dumpsters, and the distant sound of voices that didn’t bode well.
Steve stopped.
Grace didn’t.
“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm.
She turned, finally looking at him.
“What?”
“We can leave.”
Steve slowly let go of her.
Because he knew it was already too late.
The voices grew clearer as they moved forward.
Laughter.
Shoving.
The sharp sound of something hitting the ground.
And then… a groan.
Steve felt something tighten inside his chest.
Grace was already moving.
“Hey!” Her voice cut through the air like a gunshot.
Everything stopped.
Three men.
One of them pressed his foot down on someone on the ground.
They turned at the same time.
“Look at this…” said one, with a crooked smile.
“Leave him alone,” Steve said firmly, stepping forward.
“Or what? ”
Grace took another step.
Closer.
Too close.
The first to move was one of them.
Fast.
Direct.
Steve barely had time to react when the blow came at him.
He saw it.
He felt it.
And yet, it wasn’t enough to avoid it completely.
The impact sent him flying backward.
But he didn’t fall.
He never fell without getting back up.
“Steve!”
“Don’t touch her!” Steve growled, lunging forward again.
The alley erupted with movement.
Blows.
Heavy breathing.
The sound of chaotic footsteps on the wet pavement.
Steve blocked another blow, but the next one caught him in the side. The air was knocked out of his lungs, but he didn’t back down.
He never did.
“You always do the same thing! ” Grace shouted between blows. “You stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“And you follow me!” he replied, barely dodging another attack.
“Someone has to cover you.”
Another blow.
This time straight to the face.
His head spun with the impact, and for a second… everything went blurry.
The world is swaying.
The sound was muffled.
“Steve!” Grace’s voice, closer, more urgent.
He tried to answer.
He couldn’t.
But he could get up.
He could always get up.
He pushed himself up again, unsteady but determined, and lunged at the nearest man, shoving him against the wall with everything he had.
It wasn’t much.
Time felt strange.
Fragmented.
Moments of clarity amid the pain.
Amid the noise.
Until, little by little…
Everything stopped.
Footsteps receding.
Curses.
Flight.
Silence.
Grace was the first to react.
“Steve…”
She rushed over, catching him before he lost his balance.
“Hey, hey… look at me.”
He tried.
His eyes were barely focused.
“I’m still here,” he murmured.
She let out a nervous laugh.
“Idiot.”
“You too.”
Silence.
Heavy breathing.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, with effort.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
She held him more firmly.
“What about you?”
Steve hesitated.
“I’ve been worse.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one I have.”
Grace shook her head, but a small smile appeared on her lips.
“One day you’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“That’s not my intention.”
“I know.”
The boy on the ground stirred.
A faint groan.
They both turned at the same time.
Because that’s what they did.
Always.
Before anything else.
They knelt beside him.
“It’s okay,” Grace said, her voice softer now. “It’s over.”
The alley was still the same.
Dark.
Dirty.
Forgotten.
When they finally emerged, leaning on each other, the noise of the city enveloped them once more.
Sinopsis: Los mellizos Rogers tienen una pelea en un callejón.
Advertencias: Angst, fluff.
N/A: Esta es mi entrada para el Steve Rogers Bingo Round 5.
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La noche caía sobre Brooklyn, las luces de los faroles apenas alcanzaban a iluminar las calles, y entre edificio y edificio se abrían esos callejones estrechos donde la ciudad parecía olvidar que existía. Steve Rogers conocía bien esos lugares.
Demasiado bien.
Pero no estaba solo.
—Te dije que no te metieras —murmuró, sin dejar de caminar.
A su lado, Grace Rogers avanzaba con paso firme, las manos metidas en los bolsillos de su abrigo gastado.
—Y yo te dije que no ibas a ir solo —respondió ella, sin mirarlo siquiera.
Eran idénticos en lo esencial.
Los mismos ojos. La misma determinación que rozaba la terquedad. La misma incapacidad de quedarse quietos cuando algo estaba mal.
Pero donde Steve dudaba, Grace avanzaba.
Donde Steve pensaba, Grace actuaba.
—Grace…
—No empieces —lo cortó—. Ya decidí.
Steve exhaló, frustrado.
—No es un juego.
Ella soltó una pequeña risa seca.
—Nunca lo es contigo.
Doblaron la esquina.
El callejón estaba ahí.
Oscuro. Estrecho. Con cajas apiladas, basura desbordándose de contenedores viejos y el sonido lejano de voces que no prometían nada bueno.
Steve se detuvo.
Grace no.
—Espera —dijo él, sujetándola del brazo.
Ella se giró, mirándolo por fin.
—¿Qué?
—Podemos irnos.
Steve la soltó lentamente.
Porque sabía que ya era tarde.
Las voces se hicieron más claras al avanzar.
Risas.
Empujones.
El sonido seco de algo golpeando contra el suelo.
Y luego… un quejido.
Steve sintió cómo algo se tensaba dentro de su pecho.
Grace ya estaba moviéndose.
—¡Oigan! —su voz cortó el aire como un disparo.
Todo se detuvo.
Tres hombres.
Uno de ellos con el pie apoyado sobre alguien en el suelo.
Se giraron al mismo tiempo.
—Miren esto… —dijo uno, con una sonrisa torcida.
—Déjenlo —dijo Steve, firme, dando un paso al frente.
—¿O qué?
Grace dio otro paso.
Más cerca.
Demasiado cerca.
El primero en moverse fue uno de ellos.
Rápido.
Directo.
Steve apenas tuvo tiempo de reaccionar cuando el golpe vino hacia él.
Lo vio.
Lo sintió.
Y aun así, no fue suficiente para evitarlo por completo.
El impacto lo lanzó hacia atrás.
Pero no cayó.
Nunca caía sin levantarse.
—¡Steve!
—¡No la toques! —gruñó Steve, lanzándose de nuevo.
El callejón explotó en movimiento.
Golpes.
Respiraciones agitadas.
El sonido de pasos desordenados sobre el pavimento húmedo.
Steve bloqueó otro golpe, pero el siguiente lo alcanzó en el costado. El aire se le escapó de los pulmones, pero no retrocedió.
Nunca lo hacía.
—¡Siempre haces lo mismo! —gritó Grace entre golpes—. Te metes donde no debes.
—¡Y tú me sigues! —respondió él, esquivando apenas otro ataque.
—Alguien tiene que cubrirte.
Otro golpe.
Esta vez directo al rostro.
Su cabeza giró con el impacto y por un segundo… todo se volvió borroso.
El mundo tambaleándose.
El sonido apagado.
—¡Steve! —la voz de Grace, más cerca, más urgente.
Intentó responder.
No pudo.
Pero sí pudo levantarse.
Siempre podía levantarse.
Se impulsó de nuevo, tambaleante pero firme, y se lanzó contra el hombre más cercano, empujándolo contra la pared con todo lo que tenía.
No era mucho.
El tiempo se volvió extraño.
Fragmentado.
Momentos de claridad entre el dolor.
Entre el ruido.
Hasta que, poco a poco…
Todo se detuvo.
Los pasos alejándose.
Maldiciones.
Huida.
Silencio.
Grace fue la primera en reaccionar.
—Steve…
Se acercó rápido, sujetándolo antes de que perdiera el equilibrio.
—Ey, ey… mírame.
Él lo intentó.
Sus ojos enfocaron apenas.
—Sigo aquí —murmuró.
Ella soltó una risa nerviosa.
—Idiota.
—Tú también.
Silencio.
Respiraciones agitadas.
—¿Estás herida? —preguntó él, con esfuerzo.
—No.
—¿Segura?
—Sí.
Lo sostuvo con más firmeza.
—¿Y tú?
Steve dudó.
—He estado peor.
—Eso no es una respuesta.
—Es la única que tengo.
Grace negó con la cabeza, pero una pequeña sonrisa apareció en sus labios.
—Algún día vas a matarme del susto.
—No es mi intención.
—Lo sé.
El chico en el suelo se movió.
Un quejido débil.
Ambos giraron al mismo tiempo.
Porque eso era lo que hacían.
Siempre.
Antes que cualquier otra cosa.
Se arrodillaron junto a él.
—Tranquilo —dijo Grace, más suave ahora—. Ya pasó.
El callejón seguía siendo el mismo.
Oscuro.
Sucio.
Olvidado.
Cuando finalmente salieron, apoyándose uno en el otro, el ruido de la ciudad los envolvió de nuevo.
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Implied James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Tony Stark, Hurt Tony Stark, Tony Stark Feels, Tony Stark Has Issues, Tony Stark-centric, Guilty Tony Stark, Tony Stark Is a Mess, Tony Stark Is Not Okay, Sokovia Accords (Marvel) I find those accords total shit just so you are warned
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