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Clint was starting to regret his decision to bring Lucky all the way into the city without calling to make sure anyone would actually be at the tower first, but no, everyone complained that they never got to see him and then they had the nerve to not be there. 

Not wanting to subject Lucky to another elevator ride so soon (that had been an unpleasant experience for both of them. Too much bark, not enough space), he flopped down on a common room sofa and Lucky hopped up and joined him, big doggy head immediately in his lap for skritchins. 

It was a half hour later, when Clint was starting to doze that Lucky gave a couple excited yips and jumped off the couch, running across the room to harass whoever had just walked in.

Remy couldn’t remember the last time he’d been chased down by an angry group of people. Actually, yes he could. It didn’t go too well and by the looks of the angry men chasing him this wouldn’t end well either. As it turned out he’d tried scamming the wrong people and they’d managed to track him down. Obscenities were exchanged and trash cans were blown up as he ran. 

“Why’re you so mad? It was only four hundred dollars!” he shouted. Okay, that wasn’t helping him at all. Remy dodged traffic and managed to get far enough ahead to duck behind a cluster of buildings, hiding and catching his breath. New York apparently wasn’t happy with him tonight, but he wasn’t happy with it either. He heard footsteps and held his breath for a moment as men chattered away about ‘that damn Cajun rat’ and how they’d make him regret stealing from them.

Soon enough they dashed away to look for Remy and he exhaled. He slid down the brick wall of the building he was hiding behind and groaned, beginning to regret ever stepping into New York. He needed to hide and lay low for a while. He’d need to change motels.

The Khaki folder had the numbers “90-62829” faded to a dull gray - the file identification code hardly any understood. It was surprisingly light for the heavy information contained inside it. Underneath her hand, the long fingers blocked out the two words that would identify the folder’s purpose: Winter Soldier.

The file would have been recognizable to two others in the tower, each for different purposes. It was the exact replica of the one she had handed Steve after the government inquiry, but this one had a few dangerous additions. There was a reason she had taken those pages out from the file - the rest of its contents was accurate and fulfilling enough that it would not rouse suspicion from the Captain. She knew he would find what he was looking for, but the question was, if the person he was looking for was ready for it.

For that reason, she had given him time, but time was ephemeral. Secrets were meant to be unveiled - Natasha had learned that the hard way.

6:Eating habits and sample daily menu

Steve has always eaten as much as he could at a time. He lived through the depression (with a sick mother, mind you) so he knew the importance of both moderation and stretching food to last, and eating as much as you could if given the opportunity because sometimes you wouldn’t know when the next chance you’d get to eat again. Same with the military, you ate when and what they told you to (war rations, blah) or you didn’t eat at all. That being said, Steve likes to eat, primarily healthy if he can, since he controls his diet now. 

19:What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

His mind races like any other person - like any other soldier really. The ones he couldn’t save, the mistakes, the doubts in whether he was doing the right thing. But even after all of that makes his stomach sink, he knows he can open his eyes and be met with a reassuring gaze - and that makes it all worth it. 

26:Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

Contrary to popular belief, Steve is not the man with a plan. He’s actually a little more impulsive than that. His thoughts and actions are a little more fluid and depend on the situation. He’s quick on his feet, and although he is great with strategy ahead of time, right now, he is just trying to take it one step at a time. 

31:Most prized possession?

He doesn’t really put a lot of stock into material things - maybe his shield? That’s really the only item that stayed constant through the years. 

46:If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Steve Rogers

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