How it Started: ("Dune" London Premiere | October 18, 2021)
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How it's Going: ("Dune: Part 2" London Premiere | February 15, 2024)
It's hard to believe it's been 3 YEARS already! 😭😢
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For how it started, how it's going - reader helps Steve buy a ticket for the subway when he's fresh out of the ice
How it started:
Steve drew his eyebrows together, his lips pursed as he stood among the crowd like a Goliath mixed in with regular David’s. He had felt tall before going into the ice but he was reigned a national hero, now he felt tall among strangers but was labeled a relic.
He was out for just over a week and now had to try and navigate the world as it was, and he felt like he was failing. He felt like he was being abandoned and confused at every turn, hopeless and helpless to change anything in his path for his own knowledge.
“You need a ticket? You can have mine.” He withdrew his hand and turned his attention to the left and to the ticket being held out to him by a young woman maybe a few years younger than himself.
“I don’t know when things became so complicated.” He didn’t bother with the spiel about being in the ice for 70 years, or the seconds that passed for him.
“The world of constantly changing, I wish it would stop some days.” You reflected his smile with one of your own, and extended your phone toward the machine he couldn’t work, a second ticket printing out.
“Thanks,” he smiled bashfully, holding the second ticket up with appreciation, “I would’ve been standing here for a while.”
“You’re welcome.” Still you stood, and Steve was berating himself for not saying something. “Do you need help going somewhere?”
Despite 70 years passing, he still felt like that small and bashful boy before the serum.
“I was trying…” Steve cleared his throat, brushing again. “Coffee…”
“I know a place.”
How its going:
“I heard that,” Natasha leaned in and pressed a hand to your belly, “baby kicking again?”
“Strong,” you winced briefly and shifted on the couch, “like daddy.”
“I still think its a boy-“
“No one cares what you think, Barnes.” Natasha threw him a look, sticking her tongue out at him. “It’s a girl, baby Nattie is gonna take after her aunt.”
“No weapons until they’re six.” You reiterated, watching the two ex-assassins carefully. “Steve made you both promise-“
“Steve didn’t say anything.” Natasha drew her hand around the other side, feeling your baby’s kick against her palm. “But as her Godmother and Godfather-“
“-we have the right to veto decisions.” Bucky took the place opposite of you and leaned forward, his hands folded. “Your baby is going to be beautiful.”
“Thanks, Bucky.” You winced again, your baby’s active movement drawing all eyes to you. “Braxton Hicks, nothing to worry about.”
“But-“
“But its time to go.” Steve slipped back into the room, watching you with protective and instinctual love that radiated through you. “Natasha you have to let her go.”
“I have presents,” she helped you stand, supporting you as you wavered slightly, “Bucky and I went half in, we’ll drop it off tomorrow.”
“You’ll be in the room? You and Steve?” You hugged her, whispering softly. “I mean obviously Steve but-“
“Of course I will,” Natasha hugged you just as tightly before letting go, “enjoy your night, Mrs. Rogers.”
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