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some sweet sweet hurt/comfort during the timeskip of Endgame with @thunderkingodinson

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If someone had asked Steve, he might have presumed that the Asgardians would end up in Scandinavia or Iceland.  After the terrors that had brought them here, he had to be grateful that they settled at all.  It was an unexpected bonus to pass through Ireland, his mother’s home country, on the way to New Asgard, in Scotland...

But he wasn’t there for nostalgia.

Steve let out a sharp breath, the icy air almost painful in his lungs as he sat in the back of a truck, bundled up in his coat.  It was nearly Christmastime -- over a month after the Avengers had executed Thanos and returned to Earth empty-handed -- and no one had heard from Thor.  Not even Bruce.  The Avengers had scattered.  Tony had vanished from the compound before Steve could even say anything else; he had left his nano-generator, his heart, right where Steve had placed it on his nightstand.  He had silently attempted to return it to him... and being soundly refused left a cold, bitter weight on his shoulders.  Natasha had buried herself in her work.  Bruce returned Steve’s calls, but never left the Gamma lab that he’d locked himself in.  Nebula and Rocket had returned to space.  After the fight, Rhodey tried to tell Steve that Tony would be okay... and then proceded to never speak to him directly again.  Maybe it was just coincidence... but Steve had never felt so alone.

The dawn finally came up over the edge of the dark Scottish ocean.  The super soldier could smell sea salt, sawdust, and fish in the air, spotting the forming skeleton of a tiny town down by the shoreline.

The truck rumbled to a stop about half a mile away.  

Steve winced at the cold and cramps in his back, but he got out, paid the driver, and walked the rest of the way.  He didn’t have to ask too many people to get directions to Thor’s little house; it was one of the first to get built, with the best view of the dark December ocean.

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Charlotte doesn’t see it coming, one moment she is walking fine and the other she slams onto someone tall and broad- sending the young woman flying back onto the ground and her hold on strap of her cello case slipping away.

For a moment the wind of her lungs left and she gasped for air however whatever was in her mind left once she realized that her hold on the cello case was no longer within her grasp. 

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They were tucked in the back row, having come in late to the conference. Even though Peggy wasn’t her mother, she still took care of the girl as if she was, and she loved her like her own. 

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