It's not always about the things we've done wrong... it's about what we'll do to make it right. @TasingtheGods is my wife and the light in my darkness. 21+
@TasingtheGods "That sounds great," he smiles, remembering it like it was yesterday. Even though who he'd been then wasn't a bright spot for him, finding Darcy had been his salvation.
"The little old ladies like me because I'm their age," he replies with a wry smile.
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, smiling earnestly. “We all get together, have a nice catch-up, n’ then we head out into the world and hope it lets us through,” he added with a wink.
At Darcy’s smile, his heart lightened even further, and he looked back >
< holiday adventure. Steve, make sure you leave that tight costume at home,” he added. “Otherwise we’ll spend half the time posing for photos and we won’t get to see or do anything,” he teased.
Picking up the phone, he passed it to Darcy properly, readying >
Uncle Steve interviewing Cal’s potential dates. The thought would’ve been hilarious if he hadn’t already conceived a dozen ways in which to subtly threaten and ultimately disappear any unworthy suitors. Then there was Darcy grinning beside him.
He’d take >
< his tone still light and relieved, his arm automatically shifting to half wrap around his wife, ensuring she had the freedom to withdraw if she chose. “Those big blue things? From the movie?”
Yes. He was getting… moderately… up to date with popular >
“I’m suddenly relieved I called, Sharon,” he offered, his tone wry and almost teasing. “Tell you what, you organize however works best, n’ we’ll just meet whenever, wherever. So long as we’re all together, that’s all that matters, right?”
And by the >
< never have been able to joke about his status and history as the Winter Soldier, but times had changed. The world had been upended and shaken so violently that nothing and no one would ever be the same. Defining himself by the past… well, it would sour the >
A variety of responses came to mind, particularly when he felt that anywhere with Cal and Darcy was the happiest place on earth. Even a cardboard box. Instead, he smiled, letting the enjoyment bleed into his voice now as he gave a nod.
“Like Steve, I’ve >
< himself.
Belle wandered into the room, a sure sign that Cal must’ve fallen asleep in front of the TV, and pressed against his leg. He gave her an absent pat, rubbing at her side and appreciating the soft whine of appreciation as she panted >