'Tell me your story. Start from the beginning. Start from where you felt unloved. Tell me the things you're afraid to admit. I want to know what makes you happy. Pretty girl, I want to make you happy again.'
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.29 | A Good Man
{ I can't believe it's been a year since I've updated this, but alas, life has been super crazy and I've been working on an original fantasy novel that I really want to publish in a couple of years. My apologies. I'm getting back into my fanfics though! SCOUTS HONOR! }
Merida's knee bounced nervously as she sat across from Steve in a cozy little booth. He made good on his promise to take her out for rolled ice cream the next evening. Much to her relief, there were no emergencies or bad guys to be taken down that evening.
Steve's life was a constant cycle of battling, resting, and battling again. So tonight was a rare and quiet moment for the first avenger, and she was happy to be spending it with no interruptions.
Tucked away on a quiet side street, the ice cream shop stood peacefully amidst the bustling city.
The moment they stepped inside, the delightful scents of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry enveloped them. The soft clinking of spoons and the gentle chatter of customers created a serene backdrop. Because it was late, there weren't many people around, except for a couple sharing a milkshake in the corner booth and a mother with her son, whose face bore the remnants of chocolate ice cream.
Abstract paintings of various animals adorned the walls, their eyes wide and funny looking. It added a touch of charm, which was one of Merida's favorite parts of the place.
Steve's shoulders were relaxed and comfortable, but she could sense the nervous fervor of his aura as it billowed in a kaleidoscope of colors around him - the bond only having made her awareness of his emotional shifts more noticeable.
They had purposefully danced around the word 'date', but Steve's chivalrous behavior made her view it as more than just a casual thing. How could it not be? After everything they had been through, it was hard to see their interactions as casual. There was something there, like a seedling that had been blooming from the moment she met him.
However, she continued to experience a sense of uncertainty with Steve. Not that she doubted his feelings - quite the opposite. She felt as though she were really starting to understand the depths of his heart. Yet, what gave her pause was the fact that she had never been emotionally close to another man before. Her entire existence had been akin to a chaotic circus performance, filled with confinement and abandonment. The presence of people in her life, particularly Steve, who genuinely cared for her, was still a novel concept.
It both scared and excited her - especially since she was still untangling herself from the trauma that been on imprinted on her heart from Killian. She pushed his horrible face from her mind before his darkness could seep into this wonderful night with Steve.
