part one of

Steve, Peggy, and Dottie’s Excellent Adventure

3 months after Los Angeles and 1 month into their engagement (and one whole year since Steve had been found which was almost a week after Peggy had lovingly poured out Steve’s blood because Howard had decided to give finding Steve one last college try) Rose had called them to say that Dottie’s trail had warmed up again. Peggy’s hunch about Iowa had been right and Jack owed her $10 and a bottle of Lagavulin. The ex-Black Widow’s programming had reminded her that Iowa might be home or at least a good place to lay low and start a real new life. Unfortunately, the SSR agents stationed in her ‘home town’ had to report that she had resurfaced considering she was a wanted woman.

In the meantime, Peggy was packing for the flight to Iowa when Steve leans on the doorway of their bedroom to watch her. 

“You probably already know this is a trap.”

“Yes, it is most assuredly a trap.”

“Then let me–”

“Whatever in the world made you think I didn’t want you to come on this mission? You know how well we work together and I doubt Dottie can get a syringe into you when she’ll be handling the both of us at the same time.” She looks up from the suitcase on the bed to glance knowingly at him, arms crossed with a slight smile on. 

“Guess I just assumed you’d still be pulling the ‘woman needing to prove herself’ card. I forgot that you know your value.” He returns that knowing glance, coming over to peck her forehead. Peggy affectionately plants her face between Steve’s pecs. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you remember. Now get to packing so we can catch Dottie before she evades us.” Steve nods abruptly and hurries off to get ready for their trip.

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After a week long stake out and hunt, Dottie is eventually brought to a warehouse for questioning, with Peggy heading the grilling before Jack Thompson or Daniel Sousa can even get to her. Peggy had taken to calling them Jack Daniels to Steve because she felt like drinking straight whiskey after talking with them, though Daniel on his own was tolerable.

“Seems like the spyder’s caught the widow. Congratulations, Peggy.” Of course Dottie was all grins and sickly sweet tone, as if she was genuinely proud that Peggy had caught her. Steve was outside the windowless room in case things went south, trusty patriotic vibranium disk on his arm.

“You know I always do try to make things entertaining for you, dear.” The agent responds dryly, having a casual seat across from the one Dottie was chained to. “This time, I’m prepared to make you an offer: you work for the SSR to root out the Red Room and stop little girls from becoming what you are. In exchange, you earn amnesty and sleeping at night without handcuffs unless you truly chose to.”

Dottie had to admit that the offer sounded sweet but she had to add one condition. “Keep Dumb and Dumber away from me as much as possible and you’ve got a deal.” She was tired of running, of being someone else’s tool. At least working for Peggy, she knew she’d have autonomy. 

Peggy would shake on it but she liked Dottie where she was until Steve came with the key to the padlock. 

For now, they exchange nods, mutual resolution in their eyes. Neither would admit it, but they were both excited to work with one another at last.

For Steve’s part, he was just happy to be included in the ladies’ club while the Two Stooges were left in the dust. This would no doubt turn out to be a wild adventure.

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I think this is the first time ever Leith has been dressed properly. Like I’ve been really lazily dressing all Bastian’s boys in the wardrobe I collected for him over the years. Leith is far more straight laced than his dad and honestly relishes in arguing with him about the value of government on a regular basis. In fact Bash largely thinks Leith decided on a military career just to spite him. 

“We went to Coney Island. For your sixteenth birthday. You wanted to go on the Ferris wheel and you had cotten candy stuck to your face and I - I kissed you.” His eyes are watery, but Louis’ gaze doesn’t waver and neither does his voice. “And when we were held by the Germans, Stan asked me if I had a sweetheart back home, and I told him I had you.” 

Every time I see somebody comparing/trying to compare Juvia’s obsessive behavior towards Gray-sama with how Freed acts with Laxus/his bond with Laxus I wanna punch a wall.

Was listening to that amazing song “Ain’t no mountain high enough” from the Guardians of the Galaxy ending and while I don’t think I understood everything correctly, I heard this part:

“You don’t have to worry,
‘Cause there ain’t no mountain high enough,
Ain’t no valley low enough,
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you…”

And was like “Me to my mutuals!”…before I remembered that there’s a freaking ocean between us most of the time.

Remind me again why you all live so far away, guys? X’D

(Everything of that above still counts, though.)

I have that particular coloring style of “I can only color stuff I hadn’t drawn myself and I have absolutly no idea what I’m doing and so far it looks good but i only made one part of the picture and I have no idea how to reproduce that effect on the rest of the picture” and I think that’s wonderful.

me: *have very important finals coming up, trying to study* “Ok, now that im FINALLY over mark’s video, i can absolutely, fully concentrate-

Jack: Anti wasn’t referring to Dark in the Pax intro, he was referring to Jack

me: 

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