#starshieldrogers

"Uh-" He swallowed the handful of pills and downed the water in one go. "Uhm, Lord of the Rings."

(Bucky had loved those books.)

Winifred often liked to joke that although she had given birth to two sons (her beloved James, her eldest, and her sweet, sweet Matthew, who had been born asleep, and lord she never wanted to see a coffin that small ever again) but that she actually had three. Young Steven Rogers might not have been her son by blood, but he was as good as, and she knew that Sarah would say the same of her James. They were all but joined at the hip, and it never failed to make her smile to see the two of them running about the streets together.

“Hey...Hey...It’s okay, Steve,” Audrey said in a hushed tone as she reached over and gently put her hand on top of her husband’s.  “You were injured very badly in battle –– you came down on your head pretty hard and were knocked out...”  

Seeing Steve like that made her heart sink.  Not only was he all bruised and banged up, he had also lost seemed to have a case of memory loss.  But she was trying to stay strong –– she need to for his sake.  “Bruce is going to run a few scans on you now that you’re awake.  It’ll help determine just how much damage there is.”

He always seemed to bounce back pretty quickly because of the super soldier serum, but she didn’t know how that would help with amnesia.  If it would help at all.

A faint smile came to her lips as her eyes glanced down at the skinny gold bands on their fingers and then back to his face. “What’s the last thing you can remember?” She should be happy that he remembered her name even if he couldn’t remember that they were husband and wife.  That was something at least.

[txt: Tony] you know, Sam still has a job and Peter goes to school so it’d be hard to see them even more

[txt: Tony] … but I’m starting to think you didn’t mean that literally?

His glare was probably more than enough of an answer. Or at least, it had better be, because he shouldn’t need to tell Steve that he’d been reckless and nearly gotten himself killed. A common theme, which left him plucking shrapnel out of his arm and trying to staunch the bleeding. Steve was lucky he wasn’t a normal man, but that didn’t excuse putting himself in danger against a grenade.

“Let me think. Is celebrating being alive and having friends to enjoy life a special occasion? If yes then it is. One is with peaches, one with forest fruit, one is a meat pie. There is this fancy place right around the corner and it smelt nice.” He gently placed the pies on the kitchen counter.