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Steve smiles softly setting his own phone down. "Thank you Marie... I know I can trust you." He leans back in his seat watching her carefully his eyes warm. He taps his fingers against the table in a small pattern.

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"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

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Steve watches her thumb gently sweeps against his leg, he gives a very small nod, he pulls the blanket up closer finding comfort from its warmth. His eyes flick up to meet hers when she mentions her family. "I'm sorry..."

He reaches out gently taking her hand, he pauses before very slowly intertwining their fingers. "It's hard losing family..."

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"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

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Bucky immediately notices and he frowns pulling Anna up a bit, his brow furrows anxiety building. "Hey, hey Anna no, no. You need to breathe, I know it hurts but you need to breathe." Bucky says firmly, he rests his hand on their strenum rubbing it firmly trying to get them to take a breath. "Anna breathe, it's alright, breathe for me, you gotta breathe banana." Brook wonders over worriedly whinning softly and bumping Anna's arm with her paw.

“Okay, so we’re just going in for information, right? And my code name is Sophia, they already know you. Anything else we need to know?” *They click the safety on their gun, looking over at him, ready to get into the building.*

Steve grabs his shield getting ready to walk into the building. "Sophia, got it... just information, there's an office off to the right, we're going to go in together and stay together okay? I still can't believe you talked me into letting you come along, you have Buck's stubbornness."

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Steve chuckles softly shaking his head as he makes his way to the couch starting to set it up. He goes a bit more serious ar her words. "It's alright, I won't leave you alone."

He sets a pillow down and a few blankets making a cozy area for Ari. He sits on the other end of the couch patting the spot. "It's all ready for you."

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Steve sits in central park quietly sketching the scenery his mind lost in thought. He finally had a break from doing his captain america duties, and oh he needed it, he loved being captain america but he's exhausted.

Steve taps his pencil on the sketchbook before slowly turning to an older sketch his eyes flicking over it. He smiles slightly flipping through his sketches before going back to drawing the scenery in front him, humming a 40s song to himself quietly.

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Steve's hand darts up grabbing at the blanket, he relaxes very slightly under it's weight. "No, no you're not listening."

His other hand scratches at his throat leaving a long red line. He shifts under the blanket breathing quickly. "My body isn't like this! There's, there's no air in this room- Tony why don't you have air in your building."

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Steve's shaking his hands pressed to his face. He doesn't feel like himself today, his body feels wrong. The body dysmorphia is hitting him hard, this body isn't his...

He pulls his hand back shakily looking up into the mirror. He winces eyes flicking down at himself, his well built body looks so wrong, he's supposed to be small... he's alway been small.

Steve feels an overwhelming feeling of... he's not even sure- He grabs at his chest panicked, it's not his. His hands scratch at his skin like he can make it go away. "mine- not mine!" He gasps out shaking his head.

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Steve shoots a glare in Tony's direction, he takes another sip from his drink shaking his head. "Nothing is going on with me, you're making nothing into something, so maybe you should back off Tony."

Steve sets the glass down firmly, he ignores how his hands tremble. "Just focus on yourself."

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Tony was, predictably, in the lab. Iron Man gauntlet wrapped around his fist as he fiddled with a screwdriver. He sipped a glass of whiskey occasionally, but his focus was on fixing whatever was fritzing in his suit. A few training mannequins lay blasted to pieces on the floor, though DUM-E was in the process of attempting to fix them.

As someone entered the lab, Tony looked up, and let a slight smirk cross his face. "Well, look who decided to visit."

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"Me too... and I'm glad you can be you with me." Steve untangles his hands from his blanket and gently takes Ari's giving it a small squeeze.

Open rp

"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

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"Oh we are so doing that." Bucky says sticking his tongue out at Steve. Bucky looks concerned and a bit panicked as they scream, but when they dramtically pretend to die Bucky laughs shaking his head. "Anna!" Brook walks over barking licking their face. "Brook! Brook- their okay." Steve tries to pull Brook back chuckling.

“Okay, so we’re just going in for information, right? And my code name is Sophia, they already know you. Anything else we need to know?” *They click the safety on their gun, looking over at him, ready to get into the building.*

Steve grabs his shield getting ready to walk into the building. "Sophia, got it... just information, there's an office off to the right, we're going to go in together and stay together okay? I still can't believe you talked me into letting you come along, you have Buck's stubbornness."

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Steve scrunches his nose. "Don't think I'm a fan... she's a good dog." Steve nods reaching out to scratch her head. He glances at Ari and nods again.

"You can crash on the couch, it's comfy and you know I have tons of blankets..."

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Steve sits in central park quietly sketching the scenery his mind lost in thought. He finally had a break from doing his captain america duties, and oh he needed it, he loved being captain america but he's exhausted.

Steve taps his pencil on the sketchbook before slowly turning to an older sketch his eyes flicking over it. He smiles slightly flipping through his sketches before going back to drawing the scenery in front him, humming a 40s song to himself quietly.

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Bucky quickly pulls Anna into his arms wrapping his arms around them firmly. "Anna, don't be sorry. You can't control this, try to take a deep breath for me." He looks up exchanging a glance with Steve who nods quickly. Bucky speaks softly trying to distract Anna. "I was gonna tell Steve to piss off, that when we were younger he couldn't even lift his dates properly when dancing, and that he's being mean saying he's stronger, I have a metal arm." Bucky rambles trying to keep them distracted.

“Okay, so we’re just going in for information, right? And my code name is Sophia, they already know you. Anything else we need to know?” *They click the safety on their gun, looking over at him, ready to get into the building.*

Steve grabs his shield getting ready to walk into the building. "Sophia, got it... just information, there's an office off to the right, we're going to go in together and stay together okay? I still can't believe you talked me into letting you come along, you have Buck's stubbornness."

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Steve stiffens a bit at her touch on his knee, his eyes flick down to her hand, he feels a bit surprised she'd been able to read him, most people can't. He works very hard to mask his emotions he swallows thickly shaking his head. "No... it's alright, I just don't think about my past much..."

That's a bit of a lie, he does think about his past, his mother, he doesn't like thinking about his father. "I lost my parents young, Ma died when I was 18... father when I was 9." Steve scrunches his nose ever so slightly when he mentions his father. "But I have very pleasant memories of my ma, I don't mind talking about her."

Open rp

"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

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Bucky gives Steve a shocked face. "How dare you jerk!" Steve laughs ducking down. "It's true punk, you have a slightly botched version of the serum, course I'm stronger." He grins mischievously at Bucky, Bucky grins and is about to say something back when Anna asks for meds. "Oh- yeah, one moment." Bucky quickly stands looking through the things Lilac had given him, he hurries over with a glass of water and two pills. "This should help." Steve holds them firmly worry in his eyes.

“Okay, so we’re just going in for information, right? And my code name is Sophia, they already know you. Anything else we need to know?” *They click the safety on their gun, looking over at him, ready to get into the building.*

Steve grabs his shield getting ready to walk into the building. "Sophia, got it... just information, there's an office off to the right, we're going to go in together and stay together okay? I still can't believe you talked me into letting you come along, you have Buck's stubbornness."

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"You bit me cause you wanted me to let you go, you didn't really turn into an ice cube, you were more just... freaked out." Bucky explains crossing his legs watching Anna carefully making sure they're alright. Steve smiles softly hugging them closer. "Thanks Anna... and yes, sure you can tell Bucky." Steve blinks trying to remember what he'd told Anna.

“Okay, so we’re just going in for information, right? And my code name is Sophia, they already know you. Anything else we need to know?” *They click the safety on their gun, looking over at him, ready to get into the building.*

Steve grabs his shield getting ready to walk into the building. "Sophia, got it... just information, there's an office off to the right, we're going to go in together and stay together okay? I still can't believe you talked me into letting you come along, you have Buck's stubbornness."

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Steve notices her studying him and a light blush tinges his cheeks, he pulls the blanket up closer, his apartment is always warm, yet Steve is always bundled in sweaters, and he has many blankets scattered around the apartment.

"I think I do... I was told I do at least." Steve smiles fondly at the memories of his mother, the kind wonderful woman she was... how she taught him to never back down from a fight, to always get back up. He winces ever so slightly remembering why she'd told him that. "She was amazing..."

Open rp

"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

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Bucky laughs softly shaking his head. "It's fine Anna... and I am not throwing up in anything, I'd miss ya too much." Steve smiles tucking Anna close to his chest, he rests his chin on top of their shirt. He smirks at Bucky who rolls his eyes back at him.

“Okay, so we’re just going in for information, right? And my code name is Sophia, they already know you. Anything else we need to know?” *They click the safety on their gun, looking over at him, ready to get into the building.*

Steve grabs his shield getting ready to walk into the building. "Sophia, got it... just information, there's an office off to the right, we're going to go in together and stay together okay? I still can't believe you talked me into letting you come along, you have Buck's stubbornness."

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Steve ducks his head down looking at his hands, well where his hands would be if they weren't covered by the blanket. "Thanks Ari... I like being able to just be Steve. I don't get to be me often."

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"Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró 'Sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!

'Sé do bheatha a bhean ba léanmhar, B' é ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinn, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilibh meirleach... Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh!

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Gaill ná Spáinnigh... Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh!

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceann, Muna mbíonn beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch... Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh!"

Steve sings softly to himself as he tidys up his home, he folds up a blanket still singing quietly, an old song his mother used to sing to him.

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"She is..." Steve takes one of the cakes taking a small bite of it scrunching his nose. "That is sweet..." He sets it down looking over at Brook. "She's actually a trained service dog. How you feeling Ari?" His voice turns gentle as he asks moving to grab them both water. Bottles.

Open rp

Steve sits in central park quietly sketching the scenery his mind lost in thought. He finally had a break from doing his captain america duties, and oh he needed it, he loved being captain america but he's exhausted.

Steve taps his pencil on the sketchbook before slowly turning to an older sketch his eyes flicking over it. He smiles slightly flipping through his sketches before going back to drawing the scenery in front him, humming a 40s song to himself quietly.