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"So, my soulmate's trapped under ice and has been frozen for 70 years?"
"66 years to be precise,"
"What are you? Some fangirl over Captain America?"
"I do have some trading cards,"
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previously named "Every Step of the Way"
first takes...
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( after the battle of new york )
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STEVE ROGERS had never been more grateful to have be chosen to receive the super soldier serum than times like right now. Exhausted from fighting Chitauri attackers and huge alien like creatures. Not to mention saving the people of New York City and apprehending Loki who had tried to get away whilst the fighting was going on.
Everyone else around the long wooden table was spent, he could see it on their faces. Some more than others.
Bruce was still reeling from his transformation as the Hulk. Clint, or Hawkeye as Steve had been introduced to him as, was still recovering from his time spent under the scepter's power. And Tony, who had dropped out of the sky after closing up the opened portal, tried to pull up this facade that nothing was bothering him. But Steve knew by the look on his face that he was forming bruises all across his body as he sat in the chair, eating his food.
Himself, Thor, and Natasha seemed indifferent. Thor and himself, he could assume just had different physiologies. Steve because of the super soldier serum, giving him a better recovery time, and Thor because of his Asgardian nature.
Now, Natasha, he just wasn't sure. It could be a masterful cover like how Tony had tried or it could because she had simply been through worse. Steve didn't want to dwell on it too much, focusing on eating his food.
At least Tony was right about one thing, this shawarma place was really good. He wasn't too sure of it, especially since half of the storefront building had been destroyed and only rubble remained of the outer walls. But the kitchen and half of the tables and chairs remained intact. They didn't have any money on their persons (having just been dressed in their hero suits), but they took one look at Tony Stark's face and decided that they were good for the money.
Baskets of food in plastic bins covered with parchment paper littered the table. Napkins and silverware were located sparsely around the crowded table as they ate some food.
Steve was exhausted, yes, but he still forced food into his mouth. His metabolism and energy consumption had been insane since getting the serum. He didn't have to worry about getting enough calories and food during the war, the speciality MRE's he recieved powered his body. But now, he knew if he didn't eat this food right now, a crash would follow later in the night.
Everyone at the table is lost in their own thoughts, not much conversation beyond humming at the nice flavors of the food and requests to pass a napkin or condiment.
"Steve?" A voice behind the group, hesitantly asks. To the rest of the so called 'Avengers', they voice is unfamiliar, but to Steve Rogers, he knew that voice belonged to his soulmate, Cadence.
His head whips around to confirm what he already knew, Cadence standing in the fractured doorframe hesitantly with one foot in the establishment and one foot out.
