New York, 2012. It changed everyone somehow.
It changed Steve Rogers. It changed Tony Stark. Most of all though, it changed Aurelia Stark.
When nothing in Aurelia's world is what she thought it was, how will faces from her past change her whirlwind...
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That sparkle in your eyes is gone Your smile is just a careless yawn You're breaking my heart You've changed -You've Changed, Billie Holiday
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January 31st, 2013 Washington D.C
Silence hangs in the air between us. There's never silence between us.
Having jointly lived through six different decades, there's always something for us to discuss. Even when I first met him and his every waking moment was a shock to him, conversation always came easy to us. Now though, all we have is silence.
"Would you stop being Captain America?", I ask suddenly.
"No." he pauses and thinks, "Well, not yet at least."
"But someday, right?" I check.
"I mean, yeah, probably." he shrugs, "I've never really thought about it. Why, do you want me to quit?"
"Well, not immediately, just... you know, it'd be nice to settle down someday, you know... do the whole... family thing."
"Woah, woah, woah." we get to the floor of our apartment, "What's that got to do with being Captain America?"
"No kid wants their dad to be Captain America."
"Every kid wants their dad to be Captain America."
"Yeah sure they do, until Daddy isn't home for dinner because he's dead." I snap, before mumbling, "Sorry. I just meant that when... I mean, if I have kids, I don't wanna be going to work and risking my life every day. I want to know that I'll be able to pick them up from school or go to their soccer match at the weekend. I didn't mean that I'm planning on... Ugh."
"It's just that we've never had this conversation so you don't need to worry about the variables until we know it's something we both want." he tells me.
My feet bring me to a halt subconsciously, "You don't want kids?"
"So sweet." the door to our neighbour's apartment opens, "That is so nice." she carries a big basket of laundry and holds her phone between her ear and shoulder.
