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God, this is what he needed. 

A late night bike ride to get pizza and get lost on a rooftop with someone. An idea that came to him in the middle of the night after his most recent terror. He didn’t want to go about it alone, he was more used to having someone beside him the whole time. She was the first person that came to mind at the idea, because if she was anything else like him, she also wasn’t able to sleep at this hour.

He had only suggested a ride and a late night bite, it was her idea to throw in a misdemeanor with climbing the roof of a downtown warehouse to take in a view of the city. Normally he wouldn’t agree, he was trying to be on his best behavior to everyone who had their eye on him. Yet the little kid in him that couldn’t stay out of trouble growing up came out, and he couldn’t say no. With the sight of the city below them with a fresh pizza and the adrenaline from the race up here pumping through their viens, he was able to make those demons disappear. If even only for a little.

He catches himself smiling at her while she fixes her hair. It’s good to be free again.

"This is NOT fine," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. A part of him knew it was dangerous to trust her, that trouble followed her no matter where she went. But when friends came to him and asked for help he made a point of trying to help them. Sometimes it ended up working out perfectly. Other times? He instantly regretted it and this just happened to be one of those times. The gun fire zipping above their heads made it difficult to judge just how many people they were up against and Steve knew if he tried to look up something would take his damn head off. And that wouldn't do either one of them any good. Unfortunately, the longer they stayed pinned down the worse things were going to get. They needed to get out of their position and into one that wouldn't keep them pinned down. "And you have a strange definition of fun," he added, looking around the corner. It looked like three or four but he had feeling there were more than that. "Tell me you have a plan to  get us out of this damn position."

IT  HAD  BEEN  AN  HONEST  MISTAKE,  one  that  rogue  wouldn’t  make  again.  she  might  describe  what  she  was  witnessing  as  an  overreaction,  but  she  knew  she’d  been  wrong  to  open  her  mouth.  some  people  were  just  more  PRIVATE  about  their  lives  than  she  was,  at  least  when  it  came  to  what  she  considered  to  be  the  little  things.  now  she  had  to  figure  out  how  to  fix  this  before  things  got  too  out  of  hand.

@weaponxtm​ asked: Lord, what fools these mortals be.             THE CURATOR QUOTES

send  “💋”  for four times my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they actually did.

i. the first time it dawns on him, it’s more of an urge than anything else.  they’re laughing, hot dogs in hand from the corner vendor.  she has a yellow smear of mustard streaked away from one corner of her mouth. his thumb comes up, gentle, to brush it away  & when it touches her lip something jolts down through his chest like a spark because he realizes how easy it would be to lean over  &  kiss her right there.  it seems natural, an extension of what they’re doing. he stops, shakes it off,  &  doesn’t think of it again.  

ii.  the next time, they’re sparring, sweat-slicked, limbs tangling with such a precise rhythm that it feels like they’re two parts of a whole. he throws a shot  ;  she weaves away.  she comes at him, he wraps her  &  uses the momentum to twist until they hit the ground. the wind knocks out of his lungs when he pins her, chests pressing together as they breathe.  he tells himself it’s exertion. but his eyes lock with her eyes  (  he swears he can see her pupils blown wide )  & flit down to her parted lips.  he presses up from the ground to declare his victory before his mind wanders to something else.  

iii.  she showed up at his doorstep tonight, wild-eyed, looking like a caged animal. she slips into the covers, into the hollow cradle of his arm  &  into the welcoming space at his side like she fits there.  this is their habit now, drifting off to sleep with legs entwined, safety the shape of another person in the bed for them both.  he knows the scent of her shampoo, the faint whisper of cherry tobacco, his nose is in her hair, bicep heavy at her waist.  his lips are just outside the shell of her ear, gooseflesh rippling in the wake of his breath.  ❛  --- logan?  ❜  his voice is too low  ;  the expand  &  contract of her ribs is too steady.  he realizes she’s asleep after a moment &  tucks his head to the pillow to join her.  

iv.  this time, they’re dancing, cheek to cheek.  they’ve been through all they styles, all the ages:  waltz, tango, charleston. the song that’s playing now is a relic of the war time, boozy jazz notes swelling out from a smooth saxophone on stage. the room is heady, full of billowy smoke, one of the few places left that allow that kind of thing.  his fingertips touch the small of her back, chin just the height of her forehead.   ❛  you’re supposed to let me lead,  ❜  teasing, as they steer around the floor with more skill than most pairs their perceived age.  they float around with fighters’ footwork but it somehow feels like the place is theirs  &  theirs alone.  she looks up at him  &  their noses touch, the warmth of her lips so close he can almost taste it  ----  bucky bends,  & a snare drum splash interrupts the moment, music delving away from a sweet slow dance to an upbeat, rollicking tune.  the spell is broken ; they break apart.  

v.  ❛  ----- i thought you were gone,  ❜  he says with bruised anguish, holding her close even though he knows that by now, she’s fully healed.  the warehouse is behind them.  they’re safe, tucked into the private plane that he commandeered to make the trip to rescue.  ashen, worry stricken across his features, hand at her cheek, the feelings that have been trapped in his chest burst free.  ❛  i couldn’t let you go, knowing i hadn’t...  ❜  color rises, flames in the tips of his ears.  when he says the next piece, he deflates like a pierced balloon.  ❛  that i haven’t told you what you mean to me,   ❜   he says.  

he pulls her in, fingers winding in her hair.  his arm is still around her, supporting her back.  he slides his mouth against hers, tentative at first, then wanting, lips parting.  he drinks her in like it’s the only thing he needs, until his chest burns  &  he sees stars behind his eyes.  

@weaponxtm​​​   𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳   \\   “  𝙸  𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃  𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿. 𝙸𝚃'𝚂  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙸  𝙰𝙼. ”

      ❛    i  don’t   need   it.     in  fact   ,    i’m  better  off  without  it.    ❜