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cevansbaby-dove · 8 days

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On Air with the Evans.

Pairing: Chris And Wife!Ellie.

Warnings:None...just fluffy stuff between these two 🥰 Oh sorry there also might be a upset Chris too hehe

Ellie had just put Christina down for a nap when Chris walks into the nursery and wraps his arms around Ellie's waist and kiss her cheek. "Did she fall asleep easy this time?"

Ellie giggle softly. "She did better today most days she is cranky" he nods. "I know, I have been meaning to tell you about something."

Ellie turn and looks into chris's blue eyes. "uh oh...what did one of the kids do this time?" He chuckles softly. "Nothing like that, Um I was asking to be on a radio show in a few days...and I wanted to ask you to be with me"

Ellie smiled. "as in behind the camera or..on the talk show?"

"On the talk show." Ellie bites her lip thinking and says. "What about Christina? can I bring her?" "mom can watch her or for that matter Ivy and Ava can too"

"Chris ivy is in Collage and Ava is going over to Peyton's for the day"

Chris sighs swaying lightly with his arms still around Ellie. "I'll think of something..is that a yes then?" he looks at Ellie. "yes but I want to make sure Christina is ok first"

Chris nods kissing Ellie. "She'll be fine it's just two hours away"

"But it'll feel like forever" She mumbled. "I know but it won't be long" he kissed the top of her head. "okay let me get dressed" She leans up kissing him then walks out of the room.

Ellie grabs an outfit and puts it on and then slips her flats on and walks into the living room and sees Matty playing games on his XBox.

She walks over. "Matty I need you to keep an ear out for your little sister please. Your father and I are heading out for a bit"

he looks at Ellie and nods. 'Sure thing mom"

This is what Ellie is wearing.

Chris walks out and grabs his car keys. "Ready?" Ellie nods. "yea bye Matthew" Matthew waves. "Bye"

Chris opens the door for Ellie and she walks out to his car. "Yours or mine?"

Chris shuts the front door. "Either one works baby" Ellie smirks. "Um...since when does my husband call me baby?" He smiles walking to her. "Can I not be cute with my wife?"

He kisses her lips softly pulling her close to him. He smiles as he kisses her cheek and she says. "Evans stop we'll be late" He pulls away. "Next time"

She shakes her head. "your crazy" he opens the door for her. "Crazy for you yes I am"

She gets in and touches up her makeup. Chris shuts the door and gets into the driver's side and turns his car on and drives away from the house.

"you ok?" Chris asked. "yes I'm ok why do you ask?"

He smiles looking at the road. "just asking" "okayyy"

When they arrive to the studio Chris gets out and Ellie steps out and Chris says taking her hand in his.

"Keep your head down" As they walk to the front doors Chris and Ellie hear voices. "Evans! When will you be going to be on sets again?"

"Ellie how are you feeling!?" Ellie walks into the studio with Chris behind her. "they are crazy"

Chris kisses Ellie. "We'll be ok" She smiles at him and they talk to the hosts then get on air.

"Welcome to our show listeners, we are joined today by Chris and Ellie Evans welcome you guys"

Chris smiles and says. "Glad to be here" Ellie smiles. "hey hey!"

There are many questions made to Chris and Ellie rubs her hands nervously and Chris looks at her and gently takes her hand in his and smiles at her. "My wife is feeling left out..baby why not talk?"

She looks at him and says. "Well I wasn't asked anything" The host says. "Oh i'm sorry Misses Evans! Ok um well we are just happy that Chris is here that we forgot you were here"

Ellie is about to say something when Chris says. "then we are done here" he takes his headphones off and stands up and says. "Come on baby" She looks at him. "Chris it's okay.."

He glares at the host. "let's go" the host says. "oh we were going to play a game though" Chris says. "care letting my wife feel included?"

"yes sir sorry" Chris sits back down and puts his headphones on and looks at Ellie who is tilting her head a bit looking at him as if she is talking to him through her mind.

He nods and then the host says. "So Ellie first off we heard about baby number four congrats on her...Do you feel better?"

Chris glances at Ellie every few minutes making sure she's ok. "yes I am feeling great I am just staying busy with her and thankfully she's healthy and I have a happy family"

After the show Chris and Ellie walk to the car and She says. "Hand me the keys please,

"what why? I can drive" He said.

"Chris with how you are I don't want you driving right now"

Chris hands her the key fob and she unlocks the car and gets in and he gets In and she drives back home and says. "You know you didn't have to make a scene right?"

He looks at her. "Me!? oh i'm sorry if I wanted to have my wife feel not left out Jesus Christ fine next time-"

"Chris I was ok with you just talking...I haven't ever done that so...I was letting you lead jezz don't get all pissy at me"

She pulls into the driveway and Chris says. "Ellie, I'm sorry" She looks at him. "I forgive you but please don't ever do that again" he nods and she smiles leaning forward giving him a kiss. "I love you"

He looks at her. "I love you too"

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shayshaybiscuit25 · 6 months

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There are a LOT of powers that be in Hollywood and it’s scary if you truly think about it. They hid Wiestein and his sexual assaults, then made the victims seems crazy and problematic. They destroy people, that’s fact.

The fact that they made a guy like Chris Evans go against his own morals and values in fear of whatever retaliation is crazy to think, but not surprising if true.

People can miss me with the “if stand up blah blah blah” easier to say that when your livelihood isn’t affected. Go be the moral compass and then find your ass broke and hungry on the street.

Just my perspective. I think this is PR and Chris is in a real pickle. The simple fact that he’s NOT ONCE seemed to be down with this and even after announcing said “marriage” he still drug his feet while announcing it and then going crazy in love for Dodger not mere minutes later. 🤭

I also heard he kept putting his hand over said wedding band in multiple fans pics, I wish we could get a collage to see how many times he did that. 😂

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chrisevansquotes · 2 years

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Chris Evans' Quote

What should we buy you?

I'd prefer something you've made rather than bought, like a collage. I'm artistic, so I like that flair in women.

💛❤️

#chris evans #positivity #mindfulness #captain america #quotes #steve rogers #dodger evans #old interview #gifts #present

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 1 year

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I posted 2,819 times in 2022

That's 2,022 more posts than 2021!

556 posts created (20%)

2,263 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,368 of my posts in 2022

#digging up carrot's veggies 🥕 - 382 posts

#carrot's fic recs - 232 posts

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#carrot's corazón❣️ - 53 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#like it's so hard and it's weird bc i don't have this big tragedy on my shoulders i'm just a middle class young woman with a lot of issues

My Top Posts in 2022:

THE WAY I SCREAMED 👁️👄👁️

The things he says... That's gotta be on purpose right???? HE KNOWS THE POWER HE HOLDS

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Happy Birthday Sergeant

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky hates celebrating his birthday, that is until you forgot about it

Warnings: mention of a blowjob, lil bit of sadness, fluff but it's not that fluffy??

Wc: 1k

a/n: Today is TLOML's birthday and words cannot express just how special he is to me, Bucky Barnes deserves everything good in this life and I'm gonna give it to him <3, anyways, happy reading!

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291 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

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352 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob, degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

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My #1 post of 2022

Im about to throw a fit 😤

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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A Blue Christmas

Title: A Blue Christmas

Summary: After your episode, things started to go downhill. They happened more frequently and at one of your doctor’s appointments, he only confirmed the worst. All Ari could do was watch as his Dove slipped away from him.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni; mentions of character being sick; character death; mentions of smoking; mentions of drinking; mentions of sex (not really smut but mentions but some descriptive words in it); and I think those are the major ones to look out for. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s Note: This is sort of a part 2 to “I Think I’ll Collapse Right Here”, so if you haven’t read that go back and read it! I guess technically you don’t need to but I would love it if you did!

Wordcount: 1,449

You hated these routine check ups, they brought nothing but bad news and deepened your depression. Ari being there helped some but as Dr. Strange told you both that it was only a matter of time, you could feel your heart breaking. Partly for you and the life you’ll be missing but mainly for Ari. None of this was fair to him. As you climbed into the car and settled into your seat, the door closed behind you. A tear slid down your cheek as you waited for Ari to get into the truck. You quickly wiped away the tear as Ari got into the truck. A thick tension filled the cab of the truck as Ari let out a heavy sigh and pushed his hair back.

“Ari-” You begin to say but cut yourself off, you don’t even know what to say. You can’t help but feel a bit hurt when he doesn’t look at you right away. “Ari, we should-”

“No.” He sniffles before he turns to look at you. He instantly collects your hands with his and makes you look at him. He kisses both of your hands, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles before he cups one of your cheeks and begins to slide his thumb over your smooth skin. You can’t help but lean into his touch. “Look, we’re gonna keep doing what we’ve always been doing. Okay?”

You nod your head against his hand and your voice wavers as you speak. “Okay.” A few tears slide down your cheek but Ari is quick to wipe them away.

You and Ari did just that, lived life to the fullest. The last few months were spent making as many memories as possible. You spent as much time as possible with your family, even spending one last Thanksgiving with them. You knew it was going to be the last one, you just had a feeling. After you returned home, you and Ari got to decorating the house for Christmas. It was one of your favorite things to do. All of the colorful lights lighting up your house on the outside, Ari does such a great job. Plus, you get quite the view as you watch him. The two of you were watching Christmas movies as you decorated the inside of the house and as you put the real tree up in the front window. This was your favorite time of the year but something in you told you that you wouldn’t be around much longer.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stared into the flickering flames of the fire that Ari had lit moments ago. The two of you were snuggled on the couch with his arm around you. He gives you a gentle squeeze and pulls you a bit closer before giving you a quick kiss on your head.

“I love you Ari, I hope you know that.” You say almost breathlessly.

He looks down at you and he adjusts himself so that he’s facing you. “Of course I do Dove. And I love you too.”

He then leans in and slots his lips against yours, the beginning of a passionate kiss. Before you know it, you’re in his lap, straddling him as both of your hands roam his body while his hands do the same. The two of you making out as if you were love-sick, hormonal teenagers couldn’t have felt more right. It didn’t take long for things to heat up even more between the two of you as clothes were quickly discarded and being flung across the living room. As you and Ari made love in front of the fireplace, you couldn’t help but feel that this was going to be the last time. You arch your back as Ari hits a certain spot inside of you and you shake the thought from your head. If this was going to be your last time with your beautiful husband, you were damn well going to enjoy it. So, you did.

Two days later though, two weeks before Christmas, Ari’s world was turned upside down. He had stepped out to run an errand after you reassured him that you would be fine for an hour or two. The two of you had agreed on no gifts this year but Ari couldn’t help himself, he wanted to get you at least something small. As soon as Ari walked back through the front door, gift in hand, he could sense something was wrong. He sets the gift on the entryway table and begins to search for you as the Christmas music continues to play. When he finally finds you, his heart drops and he freezes in his spot. No, this isn’t happening right now. He forces himself out of his daze before he rushes over to your slump and pale body that’s on the couch. He checks for a pulse but doesn’t find one and he immediately starts C.P.R.

“No, no, no, Dove. Come on, you can’t do this to me. Not now.” He pumps your chest as he speaks to himself before breathing air into your passageway. Tears ran down his cheek and he continued for a few more minutes. “Dove, come on!”

When he realizes he’s not making any progress, he slumps off to the side and runs a hand down his face. He collects himself the best he could before he makes the call for help.

The next few days went by in a blur for Ari and your family did their best to comfort him. But nothing seemed to work, he had completely shut himself off. Somehow he managed to help your parents with the funeral arrangements but when he was behind closed doors, he was a mess. He drank more than he probably should have and started smoking again, his life just didn’t make sense unless you were in it. However, when it came time for your funeral, he managed to pull himself together and put on somewhat of a brave face. It was hard though as he saw everyone who knew and loved you gathered together in one space. He was on a mission to take a step outside but he couldn’t help but overhear some of the conversations. Nothing but love for you and happy memories. When he finally reached outside, he let out a deep breath and as he took a deep breath in, the smell of cigarette smoke filled his nostrils. He thinks back to when you two started dating and how you told him it would be a deal breaker and he liked you far too much to let you get away. So, he quit. Smelling the cigarette smoke though was making him crave one and he was about to pull the pack out he had in his pocket but decided against it and headed back inside.

The graveside service was the hardest for him and he was the last one to leave. In fact, your mother had to coax him to leave. Your parents dropped him off at the house and Ari almost didn’t want to go inside. But he didn’t want to hold up your parents any longer so he begrudgingly got out of the vehicle. When he stepped inside, he instantly felt cold and the house definitely didn’t feel like home anymore. Not without you here. He closes the door behind him before he falls to his knees and starts bawling his eyes out. When he finally picks himself up, his whole body feels heavier than usual as he walks himself to the kitchen. Through his cloudy vision, he looks around the kitchen but isn’t quite sure what he’s looking for. He shruggs before turning back around and he instantly spots the present he had gotten for you. He feels almost stupid buying it now. He walks over to the table and pulls out the small box that was in the bag. He opens the box and stares down at the quaint necklace, it was simple and he thought you would have liked it. The necklace consisted of a white gold chain and it had a small dove charm on it. He carefully removes the necklace from the box and removes the charm from the chain. He then removes his necklace from around his neck and adds the charm to his chain. The dove clinked against his Star of David charm as he put his necklace back on.

Even though he didn’t get the chance to actually give you the necklace, he couldn’t help but feel like you were now a part of him. Hopefully it won’t be quite as a blue Christmas if he could still feel you.

#a collection of one shots #a blue christmas #chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans collage #ari levison x reader #ari levison one shot #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x female reader

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stekllla · 22 days

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he looked right at us like he didn’t even know us

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dustedmagazine · 8 months

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Listed: Blue Ocean

Bay Area three-piece Blue Ocean plays exuberantly discordant yet surprisingly mild-mannered noise pop, not unlike what a TV Personalities record might sound like if it were playing through a box fan that’s tumbling down the stairs. In his review of last year’s self-titled LP, Chris Liberato noted how suddenly the dynamics at play in the band’s songs can change, writing of “Human Now”: “You won’t be able to help but smile when a big bombastic synth chord comes lumbering across the song, from out of nowhere, with the enthusiasm of a sedated puppy — and then decides to stick around for a couple of encores.” Hot off the announcement of their Slumberland debut, Fertile State (out in October), band members Rick Altieri, David Stringi and Neal Donovan pop by to share a few words about some of the records they love.

Dave’s Picks:

Snapper — S/T

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Found years ago, during a visit to Brooklyn, NY. I instantly gravitated to the vibrant and colorful slashes of paint, which abstractly splayed themselves across the front cover. The songs are very colorful as well, painted with electrifying rhythms and arpeggiating synth leads. “This would make a great gift for a couple of friends of mine.” Maybe someday Flying Nun will re-release it.

Dummy — EP2

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I find myself listening again and again to this second installment from Dummy, sonic enthusiasts based on the West Coast. The opening track “Thursday Morning” introduces itself quite charmingly with its creative and concentrated vocal melodies. Followed blissfully by deep layers of noise and feedback within a clever collage process.

Rick’s Picks:

M. Sage — Paradise Crick

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This album was a surprise find in the first half of 2023 for me, I was actually listening to the single “Crick Dynamo” before the album was released and remember my ears really perked up. I know M. Sage himself just did a Listed recently, what a lovely surprise — huge new fan of his work. I love the line walked between sonic lab experimentations and organic leafy strollings by a river; right up my alley.

Bill Evans — Coffee and Cigarettes

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I always come back to Bill Evans when I’m in the mood for calming jazz that still demands your attention and challenges you in many ways. His playing on this record reminds me a lot of Debussy, another go-to when trying to unwind. Evans is one of my all-time favorite piano players.

Lifetones — For A Reason

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Charles Bullen of This Heat went on to make this post-punk/dub hybrid classic with Julius Cornelius Samuel in 1983 — This Heat had just broken up the year before. The rhythmic syncopations and droning cyclical vocal delivery make every song on this record a mesmerizing journey. The lyrics are profound in their simplicity, dealing with human interaction and nature.

Neptune — Gong Lake

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This record will always be special to me. Neptune was one of the first bands I remember seeing with Dave when I moved to Boston in 2008. They were playing in the basement of Gay Gardens, an old DIY spot in Allston. I was instantly blown away by the barrage of rhythmic noise and impressed by the homemade guitars and effects they had fabricated. They’ve been a huge influence on Dave and I for years now.

Emeralds — Does It Look Like I’m Here?

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A Midwest synth classic. When I listened to the song “Candy Shoppe” again recently I was even more moved than ever before, a good sign that this 13-year-old album stands the test of time. This album fluctuates between gritty acidic synth-scapes and ambient movements in the vein of early Eno. I love Imaginary Softwoods too, John Elliot’s solo project post-Emeralds.

Neal’s Picks:

Ananda Kumar — Mangala Vadhyam Vol. 3

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A friend with roots in Tamil Nadu told me about the nadaswaram, a double-reed instrument played at weddings and religious festivals in Southern India. I love how intense and cutting the sound is. This recording features two nadaswarams in semi-improvised conversation with each other. I'm reminded a bit of the groove and excitement of traditional New Orleans jazz. Also, the thavil drumming is insane, reminiscent of Aphex Twin breakbeats.

Jed Wentz — Telemann: 12 Fantasias for Flute

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Telemann's fantasias for solo flute are so cool. Although they were published in the 1730s, there's something that feels very modern about having just the flute to focus on. The player is asked to jump around throughout the range of the instrument, sometimes outlining melodies and basslines simultaneously. It's all the more impressive on the keyless, wooden, baroque flute which has a mellower sound than modern metal ones. I imagine it as portable music that someone could play anywhere.

Sheer Mag — Compilation

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My partner threw this on when we were cleaning out our last apartment. I'm not usually a big fan of riff-driven guitar rock, but this album just got me. The licks are smokin’, the guitar tones are perfection, and I love the mix— just gritty enough.

#dusted magazine #listed #blue ocean #rick altieri #david stringi #neal donavan #snapper #dummy #m. sage #bill evans #lifetones #neptune #emeralds #ananda kumar #jed wentz #sheer mag

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ellie--eille · 2 years

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What was Lost

By Elle

Mature, F/M

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff

Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Grief/Mourning. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Bodyguard Steve Rogers. Suggestive Themes, Psychological Trauma, References to Depression, PTSD

Summary:

After the destruction of the Incident in New York in 2012 Steve couldn’t get back on his feet. Even though the Avengers had prevailed, he felt flat. People were grieving, a lot of them still angry.

Maybe it was his lack of a sense of direction now that everything was essentially returning to business as usual for the city.

Then he heard someone call his name...

Chapter 1: The First Night

She stood in the darkness by the empty lot. There wasn't even a wire fence, just high weeds, yellow in the haze of a flickering street light that stood at the end of the cracked footpath.

She double checked the address in the text Tony had sent. She hadn't got it wrong. The crumbling buildings on the other blocks didn't look any more promising. They might have been projects some decades before.

Nearby, she saw that there was a pick-up truck, a classic, some kind of Ford Coupe from the '50s. A trailer sat slumped in a pothole behind it. It looked like it had been a long time since it was properly hitched up behind the Ford. She knocked tentatively at the rusty door of the trailer. Her heart was beating a little faster.

"Hello?"

There was no sound from within.

She tried a second time with a more confident knock and a louder voice.

"Steve?"

There were a few more beats of silence before she heard a voice from inside, "You can come in, it's not locked". The voice sounded like that of a man who was sober, so she dared to open the door and look in.

The man had been lazing by an open window in a worn recliner that was faded like the loose khaki t-shirt he wore. As he stood up across the trailer from her, she saw just how tall and exceptionally well built he was. The shirt and sweatpants didn't hide that. The loose fabric simply draped over the curves of his muscles as the light that shined through the window from the street outlined them.

Inside it was gloomy and dusty and she was met by the fragrance of old street food rising from the debris of takeout packaging scattered over every surface. Except the cot in the back, which just had rumpled sheets. Not the military corners she might have expected from an "old army friend" of Tony's. An old newsreel was playing on a small radio, " … on the air with the March of Time! This is the National Broadca–". The radio clicked off.

"A friend said to come to you. I… um…"

He moved towards her and she tensed, shuffling back towards the doorway.

He reached out and tapped on the light switch next to her. Now she could see his face clearly, the parts not masked by his beard. She found herself stunned for a moment as she looked up at him. His face was still but tense. His eyes were pale and piercing as he stared at her. There was a slightly downward curve in the expression of his mouth. Because he looked so ragged — longish dirty blond hair framing his face and beard — his fine features took her off guard. She stared into his eyes just as directly as he was staring into hers. Her heart skipped a beat. She felt a dangerousness about the seriousness in his eyes and his intimidating physique. But there was a deep sadness cast over him. He looked exhausted by the world.

Then she recognised him.

"Oh, you're… I'm sorry, I didn't come to bother you."

His voice was rich and its tone was matter of fact. "I know why you're here. Tony called and said you were coming."

There was a silence while she awkwardly stared at him with her mouth slightly open. Then she collected herself. "I don't want to be here any more than you want me here," she said quietly.

He could probably see that she was telling the truth. Even though she was trying to look friendly, she knew that behind her dark eyes there was an emptiness. There were shadows under her eyes and she wasn't any better put together than him.

"I don't want to admit it, but I'm scared," she shrugged one shoulder, looking away from him to escape his steady gaze.

His expression softened a bit. After a moment he sighed and seemed to consider helping her. He ran his hand over his tired face. "Where do you need to get to?"

"It's not that far. I mean it shouldn't take too long to get there. An hour, maybe…" She looked him over and at the state of the place. "You don't seem to have much going on." She tilted her head as if to say, so why not?. "I'll order in," she offered.

"Alright." He didn’t even grab his keys, just his jacket and phone and calmly walked to the door where she stood and he gestured "ladies first".

She nodded and stepped back down onto the footpath.

He swung the door shut behind him. It didn't close properly but he ignored it. She looked back at the door questioning him with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it," he said, obviously he couldn't care less if something happened to the trailer or whatever was in it. "Which way?"

"My car is over there."

She hadn't said anything to explain her situation. Hadn't said anything much at all while she was driving, actually. In his experience, people in need of help usually felt obliged, often relieved, to explain their problems. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him.

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"So who are you afraid of?"

"I'm just scared," she said evasively.

"How can I protect you if I don't know what I'm up against?"

"It's nothing that would challenge someone like you."

"Someone like me," he echoed with a wry smile.

"There aren't many like you, are there?" She said rhetorically. He saw her smile for the first time. It transformed her face, giving her dark eyes a sort of mischievous glint.

Just then a passing car sped up beside them. It screeched as it sped off ahead and out of sight. Her foot came off the accelerator and her grip on the steering wheel turned her knuckles white.

"Are you ok?" he asked, seeking how startled she was. She took in a shaky breath and put her foot back down, "Yeah, I'm fine."

She knew that didn’t sound the least bit convincing, but for the time being he didn’t push the question and she was grateful for that. He just asked if she would prefer it if he drove instead.

"Okay," she said.

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He walked a few steps behind her as she approached her front door, surveying the street. The porch light was on, he supposed she had left it that way. As he came to stand close behind her he noticed the tremble in her hand as she unlocked her front door. She ducked in quickly and almost slammed it behind him. It locked automatically and she went straight to the security panel on the wall, but she didn't disable it, she re-enabled the alarms.

She turned around too quickly and bumped into his chest. He took hold of her arms to steady her as she apologised.

"Can I take your jacket?" asked Steve.

She was confused by the question for a moment, "Oh, of course– no you're my guest, let me take yours."

"Please", he insisted, and when she nodded, Steve moved behind her to slide it off her shoulders smoothly without touching her. He hung their jackets by the door and followed as she led him into the living room.

He let his eyes wander the room. There was an original Victorian fireplace and mantel with a large flat screen TV mounted above and built-in bookcases either side, packed full of books. He made a mental note to take a closer look at the titles. Books could tell you a lot about a person.

Her place looked like it had been really nice, once, expensive too. Now it was homely but neglected. Not that he judged her for that. Nonetheless, the overstuffed sofa was pretty inviting after the months upon months of being holed up in that dank trailer in his self-imposed isolation.

She dropped her keys onto a teak sideboard and must have caught his look, "Please sit."

He sunk down into it and couldn't help but sigh and close his eyes. He heard her snicker at him as she left the room. "I guess that's where you live now," she called out. He could hear her washing her hands in a bathroom down the hallway.

"Wild Horses…" he smiled as she reappeared.

She obviously got the reference to the Rolling Stones' song but for some reason her face fell. "That's quite a modern reference for someone of your vintage"

He narrowed his eyes at her, "We just met and you're calling me old?"

She bit her tongue and smiled as she crossed the room past the kitchen island and took two tumblers from a shelf.

"I've picked up a few new things along the way," he said.

"Hopefully not too much," she said as she looked inside the fridge for some drinks.

His eyebrows shot up, "you're going to have to qualify that comment".

"Let’s just say some things haven't improved with time," she said, throwing an expired bottle into the trash.

"Equally vague."

"But, true!" She said in a singsong voice.

"OK, yes," he conceded, "I think you're referring to specifics, though, whether you want to mention them or not."

She brought over a bottle of lemon lime and bitters with the glasses. "Well, a lady doesn't speak of such things," she said in a prissy voice.

He shot back, "don't lay it on so thick."

There was a twinkle in her eye, and she was suppressing a smile, obviously not saying the comeback that had instantly come to mind.

In his head the voice of Tony Stark said, "That's what she said!" He often thought of Tony — when he did occasionally think of him — as the devil on his shoulder. Steve mentally rolled his eyes, then wondered if that was the sort of comeback she had thought of, so he started analysing the expression on her face. She swallowed and actually blushed, then turned her face away, hiding behind her long dark hair. Despite himself, he found her demure reaction cute, and the corners of his mouth quirked up slightly in amusement.

She changed the subject, "Sorry, it's this or tap water."

"Thanks, this is good."

"What kind of food do you like?" she picked up her phone.

"You don't have to order anything, it's fine."

She glanced at the front door nervously. When she spoke it was without conviction, "It'll be OK, we have to eat. There's really nothing here. What do you feel like?"

"I'm easy, nothing fancy. You pick."

"Alright, let's spin the wheel and see where it lands. You choose the movie."

"You want to watch a movie?"

"It might take a while for the food to get here. I don't think I'm much good for conversation right now, to be honest. They're in that cabinet."

She's stressed out. Perhaps the distraction would be good, he thought. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the DVDs she had.

"They’re in chronological order," he said looking back at her, bemused.

"A pleasant surprise?"

"A Trip to the Moon. Metropolis, Modern Times…"

"You can skip a few decades."

"I already did," he joked, "Notorious?"

"Nazis in south America. A bit close to home perhaps?"

"Can't be as bad as Iron Sky." At her blank look he elaborated, "Nazis on the moon."

She snorted, "Classic."

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"He was quite a boy. They really don't make 'em like they used to," she sighed dreamily as Cary Grant cast a cheeky smile at Ingrid Bergman.

"No, they don't," he agreed, with a half cocked smile.

"Hey!" she pretended to slap his shoulder. All he felt was the movement of air her hand stirred.

The food was laid out over the coffee table and they both ate sitting on the sofa facing the TV.

"Mind if I ask, why did you want to come back? You obviously don't feel safe here."

It took her a while to answer, "I don't feel safe anywhere anymore. I don't want to wake up somewhere strange. At least if I can sleep I'll wake up knowing where I am – home."

"Fair enough." He saw the intent look in her eyes. He wiped his hands and sat back, regarding her.

"You know what I'm going to ask," she said.

Eventually he said, "You want me to stay." His voice was resigned.

"I want you to stay. Please."

"If you explain what's going on," his tone didn't leave any room for negotiation.

"Alright," she said slowly, "I will. Just not tonight."

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Steve stretched and slowly got up, careful not to make a noise that would wake her as she slept with her arms and head on the armrest of the sofa. Another movie was still playing.

He walked to the window and pushed aside the curtains to look out at the street. It was quiet and empty, except for the distant bark of a dog.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Tony.

Tony's voice on the other end was smug. "Need my help already? I thought you'd be able to handle a simple escort mission."

"I just want to know what I'm supposed to be protecting her from," he said in a hushed tone.

"So she hasn't told you… um… yeah, don't worry it's nothing extraterrestrial. Just your regular suburban babysitting job."

"Whoever is after her has her shaken. If she's a friend of yours why isn't she staying at the Tower?"

"She was. That's where she came from tonight. She wants to be in her own home. Couldn't talk her out of it. It's her choice. Look, I'll give you twenty bucks and the key to the snack cupboard."

Steve sighed, "This had better be worth my time."

"I thought nothing was worth your time anymore," Tony shot back, taking a dig at him.

Of course Tony would take the cheap shot, he thought. Steve just shook his head and hung up.

He closed the curtains and looked back at her, so exhausted she'd passed out draped over the sofa like a ragdoll. If I was actually the babysitter I'd have to pick her up and take her to bed… As the image played in his mind he thought where that act could lead the two of them. He shut down the thought quickly.

Wow, that train of thought took off like a runaway car. Geez, train metaphors, I am a hundred years old.

He went and looked in the kitchen cupboards and fridge. She wasn't kidding. There was next to nothing. The bathroom didn't have any first aid kit either. He dialled the Tower, "JARVIS, I need supplies."

"Will that be in addition to the package en route?"

"Package?"

There was a knock at the door. On the security monitor Steve saw a large cardboard box sitting outside on the porch as if it had appeared there by magic.

"Your package has been delivered," said JARVIS.

Steve frowned and hung up.

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