𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋 ; 𝐌𝐂𝐔

XIII.

- chapter thirteen -
the case of letting go, surprises
and non-edited chapters.

"saber nyx nandi! put the truck down!"

"baby she's fine- no she's not she broke her arm with it!"

my lips curled into a smile as my mom and dad's voice played from the room's speaker while I sat on the ground stitching the hem of the blue fabric together on top of steve's shield that I had so graciously shined up for him.

I was enjoying my own company in my room with the visits from thor, scott and tony. I set the suit down next to me, the silver star and scales shining as my room lights shone upon them.

"friday can you show me my tv?" I asked watching her slowly push the tv from it's resting position in the walls. I picked up my eye contact case, opening each individual compartment. I pulled out each lense delicately placing them in each eye blinking rapidly for a moment. friday automatically switched the tv view from cable to my vision, seeing how it was recording everything I was seeing.

my lips curled up into a proud smile before I heard a voice behind me, "hey." I turned my head, my eyes meeting steve's icy blue ones. "back for round two like mortal kombat rogers?" I ask with a sly smirk on my face. "catching you out of your element would be the smartest decision if I wanted to win," steve said walking further into my room. "I was looking for my shield actually, but I see it's in good hands," steve stated sitting on the edge of my bed. his newly shined shield laid on the floor with his two suits laying over it.

"right. . .time heist day is approaching," I said pursing my lips. "look, i'm sorry- no i'm sorry," steve says standing up again. "I can be stubborn sometimes especially about my morals and. . .I was out of line for hitting you," he sincerely said. "and. . .?" I egged on and he glanced at me throwing a boyish grin. "my moral standards from the forties?" he said in a unsure tone. "I accept your apology rogers," I say smiling getting up.

"and I apologize for kicking your ass and being very rude, it wasn't in my place to talk about the. . .conflict of you and tony and about your extremely outdated moral standards of what's right and wrong," I apologize offering my hand for a handshake. he took it, giving me a firm handshake.

"apology accepted."

"good rogers, now something tells me this wasn't all to needed to speak to me about," I say and he looked skeptical. "are you reading my mind again?"

"maybe."

steve let go of my hand taking out this silver object. "you're the only person to tell me to leave the past behind so I want to let go of this," he said flipping it open to reveal a cracked compass and a picture of a lady.

"the girl in your memories. . .peggy," I mumbled and he nodded offering a small smile. "I want to throw it in the lake."

"why?"

"she moved on and so should I," he mumbled and I nodded in understanding. "not to be rude but. . .were you jacking off to her picture?" I ask and he raises a eyebrow.

"do you mean. . ."

"were you masturbating to her picture? yes."

"nyx!" he exclaimed, his face flushing as his cheeks turned a deep pink tone. "n-no I was not masturbating to her picture," he said making me bust out laughing.