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( @femsuits )
            um   . . .   where are your parents  ? 

m'kay !      'm  enyo  thordottir   ,    —    thor's  kiddo  .    it's  good  to  meet  'ya  mister  steve  !  

( @thunderchilds )
            he does  ?   well that's nice  ,  but please  ,  call me steve  .

i was . . .   i was under the impression you had died .

( @thefirstagent )
            p  -  peggy ? 

@warveteran ;;
            
            i see you crossing your fingers  —  !

( @kingsladie )
            if i promise not to yell will you tell me  ?

@warveteran ;;
            
            you're gonna yell at me  -

@warveteran ;;
            
            * she hugs back , wrapping her legs around his waist as she clung to him . *  i missed you so much more  .

( @kingsladie )
            who ?    *   he grins & laughs as she pokes him  , gently lifting her off the ground in a hug   *   i missed you  .  

@warveteran ;;
            
            no , i do   -  i do  .    it's just getting a bit long  .  don't get me wrong , i love thinking i'm waking up next to obi - wan kenobi  .  *  she teased , free hand lightly jabbing his side as he was distracted . *

/  sure  !

;   (;

╱       please !

( @thvnderous )
            
            / me , arriving two weeks later with a lame ass reply 
            
            " well , if you insist , " closing his sketchbook and setting it aside on the couch , steve stands and grabs a coat , scarf , gloves and a beanie at the door . the cold that comes with winter is his least favorite part of the season , always has been since he usually got sick during those months the most before the serum . opening the door for the taller blonde , he asks " so how do asgardians usually celebrate ? " 

@warveteran 
            
            Should he tell him? Should he tell him about that cave that had been hot during the day but icecold during the night, much like the plane him and his other self had refused to leave when it'd crashed. It was like he was here to protect a long lost younger sibling. In a lot of ways, they were actually related. 
            
            "I had an accident," he answered, voice gruffy because mucus was stuck inside his throat and lungs. His words were partially the truth. He couldn't tell the full story, it was better if this Steve didn't know anything about his future. 
            
            He fetched a tissue from his pocket when he felt something dribble down his nose. After Steve pushed the tissue against his nostrils to catch the damned brain fluid, he continued, "I'm here to help you." He paused. God, he really hadn't prepared a speech for this, or maybe this was his impaired brain struggling from the violence he'd inflicted on it a year ago. "I… messed up in the future. I want to make sure you won't do the things I've done."

( @dorito-steve )
            a sound escapes steve like he's been punched in the gut , but neither of them has moved an inch . it takes another minute for him to fully comprehend the bizarre situation . so this is really a future version of himself ? it must be — steve hadn't told anyone he'd been awake once the plane crashed or that he had ultimately decided not to call for help or try to escape . he'd seen too much , too many good men had died in front of him , all the innocent lives he couldn't save , the horrors of those camps ... he couldn't go home to brooklyn and leave the war behind . no , memories as fresh as if they'd happened yesterday would stay with him and plague him until his last breath . he'd seen the true horrors humanity was capable of . none of the various therapists that shield had hired , nor fury , not even his teammates knew . he couldn't tell them because what would they say ? he's captain america ! fearless crusader against the forces of evil ... or , something like that . besides , they hadn't lived through what he had so how could they sympathize ? but this man , this version of himself , he could . steve looks this slightly older copy over . " what happened to you - us , in the future ? " he asks quietly .

@warveteran 
            
            He paused for a moment, staring at his feet, while he thought of an answer. When he did, he glanced back up, meeting the other's equally as blue eyes. His own had lost the determined glint in them. "You were awake after you crashed the airplane," he said. "You hoped you'd die. That's why you didn't try to escape the wreck. You left the pilot seat and laid down on the floor…  with your compass in your hand... And you fell asleep. You hoped you'd never wake up, but -" He cleared his throat. "You did."