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• The Primordial Legacy •
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Willful ⋆ Kind ⋆ Philosophical ⋆ Artist
A complicated soul, burdened by an unfortunate dark destiny and searching for answers.
@SuchThingAsFate So diplomatic. That's a perfect answer. He'd pry some information out of her still. Just for the love of the game.
It's a done deal. Let's shake hands over it.
🤝
@SuchThingAsFate it to memory.
"I hope you never stop looking at me like that."
His hand slipped from hers to cradle her cheek once more, giving her every chance to close the distance herself if she wished. When she didn't pull away, he leaned in slowly.
@SuchThingAsFate Without thinking, he covered it with his own, holding it there as though it belonged.
"You make it easy to be the man I want to be."
His thumb brushed gently over her knuckles. He looked at her for a long moment, taking in every detail of her face as though committing »
❝Tony did a lot for me, so I owe it to him; to everybody.❞
「 Peter Parker 」
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That's not an objective however she can trust him enough to share some information that's in the interest of common people.
Incentive... Hmmmm...? Let's think of one.
How about a nap together? Or a makeout session?
His thumb stroked slow circles against her back.
"I don't need you to prove anything to me, Peggy."
He murmured.
"I'm happiest when you're like this... when you know you don't have to do it all on your own."
He held her a little tighter, letting the silence say the rest.
A quiet smile found Steve's lips.
"I've had a long time to think about what matters."
He could feel the way she'd gone still in his arms before she'd even moved, the tiny hitch in her breathing, the way her smile had softened into something more fragile. »
against him with careful certainty, while the other cradled the back of her head. His broad shoulders naturally shielded her smaller frame as he held her close, his chin coming to rest lightly atop her head.
There was no rush. No expectatio.
Just pure warmth. »