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You're given new life in Carolina
Who: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Lydia Martin
Where: The Twoof household
When: March 9th
What: Visiting Lydia while she's convalescing.
Warnings: Probably none, will warn in subjects if necessary.
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[ Natasha meets him downstairs for breakfast. It's not how he'd gotten used to seeing her in the mornings (and he thinks it's something he could've gotten used to fast regardless of mostly hazy recollections of a life together), but all things considered he'll take it. She catches him with a piece of toast in his mouth, leaning against the counter after coming in from his run, still mostly clothed in the winter appropriate gear he'd gone out in but his hair damp and askew from removing his baseball cap, ears tinged pink. True to form — or at least history — he's moved on from punching bags to hitting the pavement to clear his mind. But when she sits at the table he silently turns to get out a plate and drops the toast onto it before reaching for more plates, going to the fridge to pull out more bread, jam, eggs.
They make small talk that still feels important to Steve, so it's not really out of the blue when she mentions Lydia. He thinks he remembers her, too — red hair the same color as Natasha's, hunched over one of the long tables in Steve's classroom with a focused precision. Natasha doesn't say too much about her conversation with her the night before, but Steve can tell she's worried. It doesn't seem like the right time to bring up Caroline, so he doesn't and instead suggests she go visit today. Neither of them need to point out that Lydia's not really her cousin — they both know, but they're both also people who feel responsible anyway, even when maybe they shouldn't. Natasha doesn't ask him to come so much as tell him he doesn't have to; Steve knows an out when he sees one but doesn't need to give it more than a second's thought to know he won't take it.
They both shower and get dressed before meeting downstairs again. They bundle up (as well as either of them ever do) and head out the door, walking toward Main Street for Natasha to gather an impromptu care package before they head back the way they came, to the house Lydia's sharing with her friends. He lets Natasha approach the door first to ring the doorbell, crossing his own arms as he climbs the steps to stand behind her on the porch and wait for an answer. ]
Where: The Twoof household
When: March 9th
What: Visiting Lydia while she's convalescing.
Warnings: Probably none, will warn in subjects if necessary.
[Closed]
[ Natasha meets him downstairs for breakfast. It's not how he'd gotten used to seeing her in the mornings (and he thinks it's something he could've gotten used to fast regardless of mostly hazy recollections of a life together), but all things considered he'll take it. She catches him with a piece of toast in his mouth, leaning against the counter after coming in from his run, still mostly clothed in the winter appropriate gear he'd gone out in but his hair damp and askew from removing his baseball cap, ears tinged pink. True to form — or at least history — he's moved on from punching bags to hitting the pavement to clear his mind. But when she sits at the table he silently turns to get out a plate and drops the toast onto it before reaching for more plates, going to the fridge to pull out more bread, jam, eggs.
They make small talk that still feels important to Steve, so it's not really out of the blue when she mentions Lydia. He thinks he remembers her, too — red hair the same color as Natasha's, hunched over one of the long tables in Steve's classroom with a focused precision. Natasha doesn't say too much about her conversation with her the night before, but Steve can tell she's worried. It doesn't seem like the right time to bring up Caroline, so he doesn't and instead suggests she go visit today. Neither of them need to point out that Lydia's not really her cousin — they both know, but they're both also people who feel responsible anyway, even when maybe they shouldn't. Natasha doesn't ask him to come so much as tell him he doesn't have to; Steve knows an out when he sees one but doesn't need to give it more than a second's thought to know he won't take it.
They both shower and get dressed before meeting downstairs again. They bundle up (as well as either of them ever do) and head out the door, walking toward Main Street for Natasha to gather an impromptu care package before they head back the way they came, to the house Lydia's sharing with her friends. He lets Natasha approach the door first to ring the doorbell, crossing his own arms as he climbs the steps to stand behind her on the porch and wait for an answer. ]
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Though even now, she isn't sure what she's recovering from. Not exactly anyway, which really ends up being the answer to that very question. Her head, the banshee inside of her that kept wanting to scream, that kept wanting her to find things that she didn't want to see. She knew it was tearing up at her, or that it had been, and this was her time to try and heal from it, to become normal again. If that were possible at all.
Lydia's mostly confined to the couch these days, not trusting her mind to be trustworthy enough while she's out there, not for now. She even floats in a temporary confusion when she hears the ring of the doorbell, a fleeting fear coursing through her at the possible visitor until she remembers the call from the night before.
Jumping on her feet, she rushes to the door, opening it to quickly survey the guests. ] Nat. Steve. [ She looks at each of them, taking a moment to take in a deep breath before stepping forward and draping her arms around the redhead. Be surrounded by friends and family, they'd said.
And here was family. ]
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