i'll stand next to you, through and through

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◜the aftermath of this◞

She reclines against her chair with a languor she doesn't really feel while he pours them a drink from the large bottle of booze (one out of a dozen, "compliments of Thor") they'd mooched off the Asgardians. It's been a while since they've done anything that doesn't involve fighting or responding to a crisis, much less just the two of them; between the war and everything else that followed, they haven't really had the time or opportunity for that. But now that they do, she's unexpectedly nervous. Which is silly, really. They're just hanging out, you know, like normal people do on Friday nights. He's her best friend.

... and longtime recipient of her unrequited, but no less persistent, affection. Which everyone seemed to realize except him. And that's fine! He has enough shit to deal with already. The last thing he needs is her complicating things between them.

"Thanks." Though she suddenly leans forward and reaches across the table to place a palm over his glass before he can take a drink off it, grinning. "Let's play Never Have I Ever."

Regular people normally use shot glasses for that. But supersoldiers who haven't been properly drunk in decades? (Or in her case, never?) Ha. Tiny glasses are for the weak.

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Guess what? I just bought us a spice rack.

Now do you want me to file the canisters alphabetically, and in which language?

[notworthallthis]

2. Just don't do anything stupid. I'm not going to have time to fix whatever you break for at least twelve hours.

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You deserve the world, Steph.

[He didn't mean to get all serious in the middle of their banter, but... it's true. He really does believe that, a truth etched somewhere deep down into his bones.]

text @ 1:13am

[notworthallthis]

...you up?

[Is he texting her from the living room of the apartment, while she's in the bedroom? Maybe, what of it.]

text @ 3:36am

[notworthallthis]

...you still up?

[He's a little restless, but it's in a different way than most nights.]

Stuck to the refrigerator;

[notworthallthis]

Maybe it was your laugh,

or your eyes, or your smile.

It could've been your hair,
or your voice, or your personality.

whatever it was,
it made me fall
pretty damn hard.