PAST LIVES | ❝Past lives couldn't ever hold me down, lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. I've got the strangest feeling. This isn't our first time around❞
POST: CIVIL WAR | STEVE ROGERS
BOOK TWO IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
COVER BY: voidk...
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"RHETT, WHAT IS U—OH MY GOD!"
Steve threw himself off of Rhett's bed, splaying himself against the wall, his face red as he tried to find some semblance of decency, standing shirtless in front of a shocked teenage girl.
"Finally!" she shrieked, throwing up her arms, "God, it's about time! How long has this been going on?"
Rhett, who had an arm thrown over his eyes, desperately trying to ignore the situation at hand, sighed. "Since Thanksgiving, Diana, and that wasn't the best wake up call."
She motioned towards the bed. "I'm pretty sure you were already awake, I mean..." she pointed towards Steve's lack of a shirt, trying not to stare, "Wow."
"No, we were actually sleeping," Steve stammered, avoiding all eye contact, "Um, can we help you?"
Diana's eyes widened, as if just realizing why she was there. "Oh, yeah! Okay, um, meet us in the living room, we're gonna form a plan."
Rhett lifted his head to check the time; it was a little after noon. "Okay, kid, please just leave and let us get dressed."
Diana pulled out her phone and took a quick picture before running out, slamming the door. "Sweet, okay!"
Steve looked down at Rhett who was trying to sit up. "She's...something."
"She's happy, that's all," Rhett said, shrugging, "When she gets into one of her episodes, she's a lot more mellow."
Steve nodded, remembering the stories Rhett had told him. "Well, I'm glad she's alright. But she's not gonna believe that we just slept, is she?"
Rhett shook his head, pursing his lips. "Nope."
Steve laughed and walked to the closet, stealing some of Rhett's clothes. The other man just stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath.
It was the weekend and Rhett was glad to just stay inside and hide. During the week he had been out playing with the kids at Central Park, something he had missed dearly, but there had been a sense of danger following him, and he often felt as if he had been watched.
After that night, he had realized he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.
Steve had also been a much larger presence in his life, often staying over as opposed to staying in his apartment. He claimed it was because he was worried, but Rhett knew he liked their loft more; his mind tended to be more cruel when he was alone.
"Come on," Steve said, nudging his leg with his hand, shocking him out of his thoughts, "Get up."
Rhett groaned, hiding his face in his pillow. "No..."
Steve rolled his eyes and braced his leg on the corner of the bed, shoving his arms underneath the other man and lifting him up.
"Put me down!" Rhett shouted, trying to jump down, "We're the same height, this is degrading—"
