Humans have always been storytellers. From the day they were able to write, humans have recoded stories and shared grand tales of creatures larger than life. Myths and legends explaining how the world was created, how humans came into existence or w...
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The next week had been filled with Steve spending nearly every free second he had with Jules, practically glued to her hip. Although he wanted to make sure Jules was given enough time and space she needed to process everything, the brunette often begged him to stay or found a way to convince him to spend more time in her company.
He would stop by every morning and bring her breakfast, finding himself staying upon her request to simply talk or listen to Jules read a book. Peggy had gotten a hold of a collection of used books that she'd given to Jules to occupy her time, and Jules was flying through them after realizing just how much she missed reading.
She had just started working through John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath and Steve was happy to sit and listen to her reading aloud. He would often find himself just watching her smile widely as she read, how her hands would move with the words out of excitement or how she would gasp at something that surprised her. Jules had only caught him not listening once, getting caught up in his watching of her, resulting in him getting smacked with a hardcover book to catch his attention. Steve didn't mind. Having Jules hit him with a book after four years of thinking her dead? He couldn't have been more happy.
The reading was helping Jules in that it distracted her from the pain of losing Bucky. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she— or rather, a part of her was responsible for his death, but the part that began to bother her more was the knowledge that Bucky died before ever getting to know she was alive. He died thinking he would be joining her in the afterlife, unaware that she was actually right in front of him.
There had been a few moments throughout the week where Jules had found herself unable to calm down in time only to have the reptile, or 'dragon' as Stark was calling it, burst out in a flurry of angered roars and fire. Steve had been off-base for one of them, the other he'd had to jump out the room once again to avoid being bitten or burnt to a crisp. Her bed had been replaced each time and Jules was beginning to wonder if the S.S.R would just make her sleep on the floor as she was wasting too much of their precious recourses.
Her neck had healed over quickly. Less than 24 hours later and the wound was completely gone, the skin having pulled itself back together leaving little trace it was ever wounded. Jules had looked in the mirror after it healed, seeing the skin unmarked with scars which felt unfamiliar to her. The raised feeling of scars had become the norm to Jules, and feeling soft unmarred skin was usual.
