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//Hot milk with a dash of sherry? (if you can have those things)

the first thing he notices about her when he's doing his shopping is her red lipstick. it makes her teeth look white and her porcelain skin even paler, despite the blush on the apples of her cheeks. then, he notices her dresses and her clothes and her curly hair, and then bucky's poking fun at him for this little fascination he has. he swears he's seen her around school too, when he used to go, but he can't quite remember her name. she's certainly not from his neighborhood either, so he can't just ask around.

he can't even say he musters up the courage to approach her and talk her because the first time he does, she drops her wallet. like the  gentleman his ma raised him to be, steve quickly picks it up, grateful bucky isn't there to see, and jogs up behind her.

//There were actually some really hilarious moments and the ‘painting’ moment between Jenny and Vastra was one of the most realistic couple’s interactions I’ve seen from Moffat.

//Yeah, the episode had some really good moments! I love Jenny and Vastra in general, but they had some time to shine here especially. 

Dear Mama,

Even if you had lived to be 100 it would never be enough for me. Worst part is I  didn't get enough of you with the short time we had. Sometimes I felt like I was floating on a far away cloud but your voice always brought me home.

There are days where I worry that I'll forget your somehow, that all the time separating between the last time I saw you, could have you hug me close, and now will rob me of my memory of you. I'm sure it won't. My super soldier memory is something even I marvel at on occasion but I still worry. I always want to be able to remember all those days you held me close because I asked even as I ran a fever. I can still practically smell that flowery perfume you used to wear though I don't know what it was called. I was too young I suppose but I can recall how your eyes lit up that one time Papa had splurged on something for you. The one time he could.

I hope I've made you proud. No matter how life ever tried to push me down I took to heart what you told me about standing back up, to keep strong. You're the reason I'm Captian America. You gave the strength to hold fast and the reason I can help people as I can now so effectively although I always tried before.

And mostly I hope you're resting peacefully and know there's not a day that goes by that your little boy from Brooklyn doesn't think of you.

Love always,