#wasptain

62. Fingertips smudged in blue inkShe draws on countless pages, over and over again -- redesigning an old suit. She adds another layer then drags her pen over the page, crumbling the page before moving onto the next page -- clean and clear. She starts the sketch over, draws a new figure, brushes her fingers on the edge of to smudge out a shape of shadows. Her tongue pokes out along her bottom lip as she drops the pen and moves for her charcoal pencil. She drags darker lines now, down and over, back and forth. Her hands are a mess, she is a mess of smudged fingers and colored wrists from charcoal dust.It’s barely dawn. She’s been up for hours, unable to sleep, unable to relax until she redesigns this suit to perfection. A yawn from the opposite side of the bed doesn’t even draw her attention away from her sketchpad. She keeps drawing until a warm arm snakes itself around her waist and pulls her in. The sudden movement makes her mess up -- a dark line cuts through her drawing on accident, “Ah!” She gasps and he laughs lazily into the pillow.“Janet, it’s four in the morning,” He mutters, thumb stroking her side in slow lazy circles.“Then you should be sleeping,” She explains and sighs reaching for a clean sheet of paper to start over -- again.“What are you doing?” He asks finally sitting up. Steve sets his chin on her shoulder and looks over onto the sketch pad.“Creating your new suit,” She hums, proud of herself. “Since your last mission in Bucharest left you with bullet wounds, I decided to revamp it. Don’t worry dear, vintage always comes back in style.” She teases him and he scoffs.“Am I vintage?” “Well, you’re not exactly modern.” SEND ME ONE OF THESE + AN OTP

He sees her running through the halls, down the steps and through the crowd of freshmen, papers go flying but she doesn’t stop to apologize, instead she yells for them to move, and maneuvers through the rest of the way, throwing an elbow here and there as she crosses the commons and blurs past him. Her elbow catches his and they go down together – a tiny woman takes him out with a single blow. Her short dark hair tickles his chin and despite the impact, she seems more winded than him, her books spill over his and before she can move, he’s lifting her up plain and simple, “You alright?” She gathers her books, pulls his up in her arms as well without realizing it as she turns her head up, glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, “Of course I am frat-boy,” She scoffs, “I’m just late and you’re not making things any easier –” She leaves with a mix of her books and just when he thinks he’s seen the last of her, she barrels into his last class of the day, late and disheveled, taking the empty seat next to him. 3 Sentence AU

Five years after the snap, Janet Van Dyne and Steve Rogers struggle to find a balance between moving forward with their lives and trying to find a way to undo what Thanos did.

“Welcome home.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Janet Van Dyne

25 Drabbles for the Month of December featuring Janet Van Dyne and Steve Rogers. Each Day has a different theme associated with it.

25 Days of Wasptain

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