Chapter 31
Since almost no one in the upper chain of Washington likes Tony Stark, they make his jet land in public airspace at JFK airport. I'm fine with it, but Steve isn't fond of packed public places. So when I land in a terminal usually used for commercial aircrafts, people are confused as to why only one teenager and a dog get off.
Steve sits with his back to the crowd, listening to music with a hoodie and tan baseball cap on. Excited, I quickly think of something witty to say.
"I'd think you more than anyone would advocate for taking off your hat in a building." He hears me and jumps up, as happy to see me as I am to see him.
"Poptart! Baby!" He announces and quickly crushes me in a hug, then stoops down to pat Baby on her head.
"So what's our plan?" I ask on the way home.
"Plan?"
"You know, a layout of what we're going to do, a game plan-"
"I know what a plan is Keegan. I don't have one. We'll play by ear what's with the get up and go?"
"Oh. Okay. What are we going to do now, then?"
"Again with get up and go. I don't what we're doing. Go back to my apartment then get food?"
"Aight homeslice." I chuckle and back down.
"Homeslice? That's such a teenager thing to say."
"Funny coincidence, I'm a teenager."
"Hard to forget sometimes, Kiddo." We make small talk the rest of the way home.
It's only when you get something back, that you realized how much you get it back. When I say this I mean someone making home cooked meals for you. Steve made steaks on a little George Foreman grill in his small kitchen and refuses to let me help.
Instead he has me settle in. He insists I take his bedroom, he prefers the couch anyway. Buy the dusty, overly pristine condition the room, I don't doubt it. White, unwrinkled sheets, dark wool four poster bed, off colored laminate floors, and one small canvas painting that is discolored from the sun.
We eat and talk, it's almost fine and the sun is setting. Then the night dies to us sitting in his living room, reading and listening to Perry Como and Dean Martian on records. Out of the blue he calls me out.
"Why haven't you been sleeping?"
"What?"
"You haven't been sleeping, why?" He's not wrong.
"I don't what you're talking about, I sleep fine." I lie, turning the page on my book.
"Mmm, no ya' don't. Stark ratted you out."
"I don't know what you mean." I know exactly what he means.
"You're LITERALLY fourteen years old. Drinking? Really? That's what it takes for you to sleep now a days?" Damn it.
"No. That's what it takes for me to not wake up sweating, crying and stopping myself from screaming."
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Wow, when you suck at updating.
Sorry its taking me so long but I'm tragically going through finals ATM, so until school lets out I might suck. Also, my app (which I usually post on) isnt working so im trying to fix that too. But I still owe you guys so much and love you endlessly.
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