The Legends Team: E-2, where the best are The Worst and Jax is never going to graduate at this fucking rate:
Ray Palmer is the son of privilege funneling with a guaranteed seat in the senate; or he was, until Zoom came along. But if Ray’s anything, it’s brilliant. So brilliant, in fact, that he knows exactly to use his smarts so that he always comes out on top. Now if only he could get Leonard Snart on board…
Jefferson Jaxson is an engineering student trying to keep his head down as tragedy ravages Central City. He’s heard of metahumans, he’s head of Deathstorm, but it’s not until Martin Stein’s last shred of remaining consciousness finds Jax through terrifying means…
Kendra Saunders used to be able to treat Central City like her playground, until Zoom swept the rug out from under her family name. Now, with only her muscle and boy toy Carter Hall to help her, she’s going to have to fight to keep her crown (and falling into bed with a certain Senator might be just the ticket…)
Leonard Snart will not let his city fall. Raised in the slums of Central City, Leonard has fought every step of the life to get where he is. And if Zoom thinks he’s enough to scare Leonard Snart, he’s got another fucking thing coming. Len, his sister Lisa, and Mick Rory will save this city, no matter what it takes….
Mick Rory was a messed up kid. A pyromaniac and a criminal, it was only through his teenage friendship with Leonard Snart that the two of them realized they needed to fix this city, not fight it. Mick uses his knowledge of pyrotechnics to catch and handle arsonists across Central City. And if some metahuman punkass thinks he’s going to run all the hard work Mick and Leonard have put into this city, he’s got another thing coming….
Martin Stein worked in research at Star Labs the night the particle accelerator exploded- And unfortunately for him, the radioactive powers he gained could only be leveled by psychopath Ronnie Raymond, who forcibly merged Stein into the monstrous Deathstorm. After Ronnie’s murder at the hands of Zoom, Stein’s remaining shred of consciousness, small and driven to insanity, was somehow able to escape. It’s not until Jefferson Jaxson is working late one night on his engineering final that Stein sees his last chance to undo the harm that’s been done to Central City…
Carter Hall isn’t a particularly bright bulb, but he’s loyal to a fault and he’s damn good with a sidearm. It’s why Kendra Saunders keeps him around. That, and the sex is mind blowing. If Kendra says jump, he says “how high?” Now, Kendra wants his help in taking back Central City, and Carter is all too happy to oblige…
Sara Lance personally blames herself for her sister’s descent into the metahuman underground of Central City; she blames herself for the death of Oliver Queen as well. The League of Assassins taught her how to kill, and Sara took it one step further; she kills for money, for sport, because it’s the only way she can feel anything anymore. Now, a mysterious target has put out a hit on Leonard Snart and Mick Rory, and who is Sara to question where the money’s coming from? If there’s a will, there’s a way….
Rip Hunter is a Time Lord on Earth-1, but on Earth-2, he’s more of a companion….
Look, I get it. Studying sucks. We all hate
studying with a passion.
I’ve been watching a bunch of BTS (Not the kpop
band, but back to school) videos with “study hacks” but they’re all the same.
ESPECIALLY with the gum method. Now, I don’t know about you, but I have this
fear of gum at school. It kinda stemmed in middle school where if you were
caught chewing gum, the teacher would call you out IN THE MIDDLE OF A LESSON
and you had to do the walk to shame to the trashcan and spit it out. Me, being
a middle schooler filled with anxiety, hated it. So I just got in the habit of
not eating gum at school.
So, here are my tips on how to study and in
essence, survive school for fun.
I never really studied that much in high
school—but I did study smart, which helped with my grades.
I guess I should give you my credentials to you
guys to let you guys know that it did in fact work for me. So, I want to let
you know that I went to a (broke as can be) college prepatory high school
(Which is a whole lot harder than a normal public school) and for my freshman
year of high school, a Christian school (Anyone that has gone to religion school
knows they don’t joke when it comes to studying. I used to do 30 math problems
a night, along with English assignments, Biology assignments, ext, EVERY
NIGHT.) I took as many AP classes as I could my Junior and Senior year, and
during my upperclassman year, I managed a 4.0 (Don’t talk about my
underclassmen year, I was a terrible underclassmen)
Anyways, so, here are my tips on how to study:
In Class Notes
your doodles for your advantage
I discovered this idea as while my US history
teacher was showing us political cartoons.
As an artist, I understand pictures better than
words. Also, as an artist, I would sometimes (Okay, all the time) doodle in
class simply because doodling is just more fun then just sitting there,
listening to the teacher. I also know that everyone doodles in class. So,
here’s an idea: Draw something that’ll help you remember what you’re studying.
I would use this, so here are some examples
Teddy Roosevelt holding a bat
Big Stick Diplomacy. See how Teddy Roosevelt is
looking intimidatingly at you? Well, the big stick diplomacy was the US’s
international plan to keep peace—as while showing everyone their navy power. In
essence, imagine you’re on a playground as a kid, then there’s this little kid
with a bat. Now, he may not hit you with a bat, but he’s going to show off his
bat just to tell you, “Hey, if you piss me off or do something stupid, I have a
bat that I can attack you. But that’s only when you do something stupid.”
USSR and USA singing, “Anything you can do I can
Cold War Era. During that time, the USSR and the
USA tried to beat each other in “Who can make the most nukes?” Scary? Yes. But
it makes sense with the song that I really don’t have to explain that much.
Voltaire being a badass.
Voltaire may be a dick, but he was an advocate
of freedom of expression. I don’t particularly remember what else he did, other
than he was an advocate of freedom of expression—but hey, it just shows you how
helpful this was for me because I still remember this about Voltaire to this
a.) Another alternative if
you don’t art, is to have something to remember it by.
Such as, for me, when I
had to remember the Sympathetic Nervous system, I would think about being eaten
by a bear. Why? Because if I were to say, see someone be eaten by a bear, I
would feel rather sympathetic to them because they’re dead. Sympathetic I say?
Sympathetic! Because their sympathetic nervous system would had kicked in
before they got killed and eaten by a bear.
speaking of stupid and tiny things that would help someone remember things,
puns also work. Such as, “What started the Protestant revolution? Martin Luther
nailed it” (Get it? Because Luther nailed the 99 grievances to the church door?
2.) So what? Why the
heck should I care?
This mainly works for history, but you should
always question history—mainly the part as to why the heck should you care
about what happened in the past. Not only that, but this helps on tests. I
haven’t had a history class that was all dates since…Well, since middle school
I suppose. But here are some examples:
Why was the US Congress disagreeing on Woodrow
Wilson’s 14 points detrimental? Because the world blamed everything on Germany,
and if we would have accepted Woodrow Wilson’s 14 points, it probably wouldn’t
Why was the shooting of Archduke Ferdinad so
important? Well, believe it or not, but there was a completely different world
before WW1. I don’t remember much, but if you’ve taken European history, you
would understand. The world would not be the world as it is today if it wasn’t
for WW1. The “Church” would have probably still been in charge (although,
Just always ask yourself, “So what? Why should I
give a damn?”
3.) Don’t highlight
A lot of youtubers tell you to highlight everything.
I, on the other hand, am going to tell you TO NOT DO THAT BECAUSE THAT IS A
VERY BAD IDEA!
Have you ever highlighted something, and before
you realize it, you’ve practically highlighted the entire page—therefore making
that effort of highlighting so pointless? Yes? Have you ever read something and
then stop yourself as you realize that you read it, but didn’t retain any of
Here’s my tip. Read everything first on your
notes before you highlight things.
a.) What should I highlight?
Definitions. Most of the
time, teachers are just trying to see if you know said thing
“Keywords” which are
mainly the things that are bolded in the book
That thing your teacher
won’t shut up about and keeps on mentioning over and over again
4.) Using a book? Use
tabs and sticky notes!
If you were anything like me, then you never use
the highlighter to highlight your book because you don’t want to pay $100 for a
damaged book that probably has a dick drawing (IN PEN, URGH) from the person
who had it before you did.
So instead, use tabs and sticky notes to put in
That way, you won’t have that, “HOLY CRAP, I SAW
THAT DEFINITION A SECOND A GO, WHERE DID IT GOOOO????” moment.
5.) Pencil and eraser
Again with the book, another alternative is
circle said word with a pencil, and erase it later with an eraser.
Quick tip: Use a white erasers, because pink
erasers suck and will probably ruin the page and ink. White erasers are
smoother, and won’t damage the book compared to a pink eraser.
6.) Study groups
Study groups are something I wish I would had
done in high school. In high school, I was the overachiever so I took a bunch
of AP classes. That being said, I also suffered alone.
When I went to university, I somehow managed to
jump into a study group, and it was the best thing ever. Why? Because we were
all suffering together. Whenever someone needed help on something, another
person would chip in and tell them what they could do and give them advice.
You’re not suffering alone, which is absolutely
I think in high school, I only had one study
group, and that was (sadly) right before the AP euro exam. Seriously, while we
were doing some last minute studying for the test, we all said the same thing.
“We should have done this earlier. URGH.”
Honestly, you make better lasting friendships
that way. Plus, what parent wouldn’t say yes when you ask, “Mom, I’m going to
my study group at the Library/at Starbucks to study”?
Oh, and just FYI, don’t do a study group at a
restaurant. Just don’t do it, unless it’s between the hours of 1-5 PM. And if
you do, you better tip your waiter/waitress real well. As in, it better be more
than a 20% tip. Just, just don’t do study groups at a restaurant. Just don’t do
Crash Course helped me in so many ways, mainly
because I’ve had crappy teachers who didn’t know how to teach. But it’s also
great because you can watch it way before a
test while, let’s say, eating in front of your computer. It’s great
repetition, and it’s just a blessing.
The candles that Jude carried with him were made of tallow, short
and fat and yellowish, handcrafted to withstand the rigors of constant
travel. Now that his wanderings had seemingly come to an end, he could
have made use of the fine wax candles that could be found in Da Family’s
expansive estate. But Jude was ruled by past habits, perhaps to an even
greater degree than the average man, and he did not easily part with
them. He sat the mismatched candles on the tiny desk in the little
alcove that served as his temporary bedroom and took a breath.
Even the act of lighting the candle was, itself, born of a habit he could not break.
Some people think that Martin should have been a “good sport” and should have done on panel at the con. They also think that they are surprised that after that death scene of Mary in TST, Martin Freeman has work..what in the ever loving fuck..
I was thinking about carvedwhalebones’s proposed High Overseer Martin and Royal Spymaster Daud AU and I just…every time I think of them working together I think of Martin doing the FACE RUB THING AND DAUD BEING LIKE ‘UGH WEIRD’ so here it is
“Princess, you really oughta lighten up on the perfume there. I mean, even if we weren’t trapped in this closet I’d be more than a little overwhelmed.”
Lydia narrows her eyes at Cora. She can’t help the situation at all, the way they’re crowded together in the small storage closet trying to hide from the rampaging trolls. “I’m not wearing perfume,” Lydia snaps.
“Oh, that’s how you naturally– oh,” Cora says. Her voice gets a bit smaller, hesitant, and Lydia can feel Cora trying to move back, like she’s repulsed or something.
There isn’t much room in the closet and Cora ends up tripping over a mop and pitching forward instead. Lydia catches her and props her back up, shushing her.
Their faces are incredibly close together. Cora startles, trying to move back.
“What is wrong with you?” Lydia hisses. “I know you don’t like me but we have to work together right now–”
“Oh, it’s not a matter of me not liking you,” Cora mutters.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” Cora says, and if Lydia didn’t know any better, she’d think the girl was blushing.
As she heard what he said Natasha spoke to the team, “Barton fly the kids back to base. Key, I need another jet here stat.” She looked at Captain now who looked at her confused. “We can’t take her on board with all those kids, they were already freaked, imagine if they saw he like this.”
“How are you so calm about this,” Steve said a sounding worried and little furious.
“She’s not dead Cap, calm down.”
“She has no puls-”
“It only feels like she doesn’t,” she interrupted. “Her pulse is there it’s just so weak that you can’t detect it.” She shook her head at you, “I told her she should have gotten sleep.”
“What does her sleep have to do with this situation?”
“She used up a good amount of energy last night and didn’t sleep at all so she didn’t have much -at least much to her standard- when we left today. She knew she’d have enough energy to handle the fighting but I’m guessing she didn’t account that she’d have to make a forcefield around her and six kids while a huge bomb detonated right above her and sent a four story building on top of her. Cap, if she were dead that force field wouldn’t have stayed up after she died.”
“We’ll shes unconscious and it stayed up,” he pointed out.
“She’s talented like that. She’s had 300 and some years to perfect her powers and mental strength. I don’t know how she does it but she does. Whatever she did- she was able to command her body to use whatever energy it could muster to protect the kids.”
“Jet 00972 ready for lift off,” a member of your former team called through their connection.
“Carry her to the jet,” Nat said standing up.
“Is that safe for her?”
“Trust me Cap, she’s fine,” he picked you up gently and followed Nat to the Jet.
The whole team landed 30 minutes after you, Nat and Steve, on base. They got updated that the kids were being brought home to their families later that night right before they stepped off and got a ride to the medical center on base. “What’s going on,” Tony asked as he entered the hospital room you were being kept in. Steve and Nat sat right next to your bed on opposite side and Fury was leaning against the back corner. Bruce went to pick up your medical chart but there was nothing there. “Is she in a coma,” Bruce asked.
“No,” Fury stated. “she’s…sleeping…I guess you could call it.”
“Then why did we hear Rogers say that she had no pulse,” Tony barked.
“Y/N is able to hold more energy that regular humans. While we can go about our lives and sleep for 6 hours a night she can sleep extremely little and still perform her powers. The thing is she has to be careful that she doesn’t use all her energy in whatever she is doing if she hasn’t slept an adequate amount. She knows how much is too much for her, but today, after shielding the base all last night and getting no sleep, she used all her energy on the mass shield she used to protect her and the kids. When she uses all her energy like that she goes into this super sleep. She doesn’t need to eat or drink she just goes into this deep sleep where her body rejuvenated itself.”
“My father does something like this,” Thor commented. “We call it the ‘Odinsleep,’”
“Couldn’t it be dangerous for her? If this happened to her in the middle of a battle couldn’t someone shoot her point blank and call it a day,” Tony asked.
Natasha shook her head, “That’d be impossible.”
“How so,” Banner asked.
Natasha looked at Fury and he nodded at her unspoken question. Natasha pulled a knife out of her boot and, before any of the Avengers could protest, plunged the knife down to your heart.
Everybody screamed. “Are you crazy,” Steve shot up from his chair seeing Nat hold the knife on your heart!
“Calm down Rogers,” Clint said unphased by what had happened. Everyone turned their attention back to Nat and you and saw what he meant. Nat lifted up the knife for everyone to see. The knife looked like Thor had hammered it in half. “Her skin becomes impenetrable in this state. Did you really think I’d kill one of my best friends?” All the Avengers, except Clint, shrugged.
Banner went full scientist on her upon hearing this. “How is that possible,” he said walking closer to you and taking a close look at your skin.
“You heard her say that she heals quickly didn’t you,” Fury asked and they nodded. “Well another part of her abilities includes having literal thick skin. If she wanted she could make it so her skin was like this in battle and nothing could pierce it; it’d just take a little more focus and energy, but when she goes into this state her body’s natural instincts take over and it does this to protect her from any outside threat.”
“Fascinating,” Bruce muttered. “If we could mirror this technology we could create a synthetic, lightweight, bulletproof material for our soldiers.”
“Easy Geek-Squad,” Banner commented.
“We’ve already tried Dr. it’s something we can’t get close to,” Nick informed him.
“How long with she sleep,” Thor asked the Director.
“We don’t know. It’s different every time. It all depends on how much sleep she’s had recently and exactly how much energy she burned through. All we can do is wait,” he said much to the team’s dismay.
The events leading up to the bomb replayed in your mind as you came to. You, running in the basement room and seeing the children. You spoke to them Arabic so they’d understand you. “I’m going to get you somewhere safe, ok?” You picked the youngest of the group, a cute little girl, and took the hand of another. “Follow me kids,” just as you were about to reach the stairs you heard the faint hum of a machine and a beep. You reacted faster than you could process what you had heard and threw up a force field around u and the kids. Right as you did so a wave of heat came from the room you had just sent Tony out of minuets before. Knowing the strength of the bomb and that they building would be falling on you you sent all you could into the field around the children. In those quick moments you had gathered all the children under you as you knelt over them to further shield them with your body. Another wave was sent out by the bomb and that’s the last thing you remembered.
The first thing that always came back to you was your hearing. You heard pages turning and a tune being hummed. from your left side.
The next thing that returned was your sense of touch. You felt your toes wiggle under a blanket.
You opened your eyes and saw Steve sitting to your left, flipping through a small book, mindlessly humming a familiar tune. “Steve,” your voice was a little hoarse. He looked at you and quickly put down his book as he sat on the edge of his seat.
“Hey,” he leaned over towards you and held a cup of water out to you. “How are you feeling?”
You took a deep breath. “I feel good. I feel like I need a double cheeseburger but, I feel good. What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
“That’s really nice,” you smiled at him. “Wait, how long have I been out?”
He looked down at his watch. “29 hours.”
“29…not bad Y/N. Not bad,” you said to yourself. “I feel bad that you were here the whole time, I’m not much fun when I get like this,” you joked. “Usually I just wake up and walk out,” you said getting up. That didn’t stop him from opening his arms, ready to catch you if you tripped or fell. “Really,” he asked.
“Yeah, really. Once I’m up I’m good. See,” you did a quick spin and shimmy and stood back up straight, “all good. But I wasn’t joking about that burger I’m starving. Want to go grab lunch?”
Steve stood in awe at your ability to bounce back so quickly. “Sure,” he let out a laugh. “Good because I know this great burger place about 30 minutes away.” You and Steve started walking out of the hospital, “Hey Trish,” you smiled at a nurse. You were about to walk towards the garage when Steve stopped you. “Ugh, Y/N, don’t you want to change first?” You looked down and saw that you were still in your uniform.
“Good point,” you turned towards your house. “Feel like making a pit stop?” You two walked to your house on base and he told you how the case had wrapped up and how you managed to give him a scare when he saw you like that.
“Was that Glenn Miller,” you asked Steve out of nowhere. “Back at the hospital, when I woke up you were humming. Was that In the Mood by Glenn?” Steve thought about it and nodded his head.
“How did you know that,” he asked in disbelief.
“I’m old remember,” you smirked as you opened the door to your house. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.” You went into your room and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. “Ready,” you asked as you came back out. “Would you be opposed to getting the garage quicker,” you asked smiling as you shut your front door.
“No,” he smiled back trying to figure you out, “Do you have a car?”
“Hold on Cap,” before he knew it the base was passing him by in a blur and he was standing in front of the base ‘garage.’ He felt your arms unsnake from around him.
“That was…amazing. I didn’t realize you could move that fast.”
“For food I can,” you both laughed at your joke. “My cars are this way,” you lead him to the elevator and pressed the button for the very bottom. “Please state your name,” the elevator asked. “Director General Y/N Whitmore.” The elevator let out a ding and started moving down into the earth. “I keep my rides down here that way the other agents and recruits can’t get their mits on them,” you smiled. When the elevator doors opened Steve was surprised to see so many cars. “Don’t worry they all aren’t mine. We keep the high ranking agent’s and officer’s personal cars down here. You stopped in front of the car you’d be take and pressed the unlock button on your keys. The car lit up….as did Steve’s face. “I thought you were more of a bike guy?”
He widened his eyes and looked back at the car, “What is this thing?”
“An Aston Martin One-77. Perk of working for S.H.I.E.L.D,” you got his attention, “no speed limits,” you said happily and hopped in the car.
“This is the place,” you two pulled up to a small bar in the small town 30 minutes from base.
“Sweet land,” Steve said getting out of the car. “I’m only joking…a little,” he added as he saw the look you gave him. “It’s just that when you said 30 minutes I didn’t realize that it was 30 minutes when you drove.” He was playing at the fact that they only time you were under 100 mile per hour the whole drive was when stopped at signs and lights.
“What’s wrong Steve, can’t handle speed?”
“I’ve jumped out of planes without a parachute. I think I can handle your driving.”
“Come on let’s eat.” You led Steve into the bar and sat down in your usual booth.
“Hey Y/N,” Mark the bartender called as you took your seat.
“Hey Mark,” you smiled in his direction. “I’ll have two burgers, the usual to drink, and,” you looked at Steve. “And whatever good beer you’ve got,” Steve added. “The usual,” he questioned you.
“I come here semi-often,” you shrugged and giggled. “You’re gonna love the burgers.” Conversation between the two of you came easy. You both talked about what the world was like when you were growing up and anything else that came to mind.
“What about all your old boyfriends,” Steve asked nervously. Had you been really listening you would have been able to hear his heart beat quicken. You finished chewing the large bit of your burger and responded. “You mean my one old boyfriend.”
“You’ve only had one boyfriend,” he was very surprised.
“Why does that shock you? Because I’m so old.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. Well, I guess that’s true too but, I mean, you a great person and beautiful, I just don’t see why you’d only have one.”
You blushed as he called you beautiful, “Well dating isn’t that easy when you’re in my position. In the colony the governor’s son liked me,” you laughed at the thought. “Gosh, I haven’t thought about that in a long time.” You continued with your story, “His name was James, go figure right, and he was a year older than me. He’d always try and get me to stay in the village and play with him instead of going to hang out with Walter, my English culture-obsessed Native American friend. I never did though. James was, excuse my French Steve, a douche.” Steve laughed hard, “It’s true! He was! Like a big douche. He thought because his father was the governor he was all that. When we turned 15 he told his father that he wanted me to be his betrothed; that his father should arrange a marriage between us.”
“Really! And when his father asked mine, mine said that he’d think about it.”
“And did he?”
You laughed hard this time, “He thought there was no way in hell! My father knew that he was trouble and knew that even if he had said yes for some reason I would have ran away before I married him. That was my almost boyfriend I guess you could say. But my real boyfriend came a long time later. It was May of 1774 and I was 129- God, I sound ancient- and I moved to a small town in Southeast West Virginia. By then I had been moving from town to town for a long time. I had gotten a good amount of wealth from my family overseas so I usually had a nice entrance into town. I pulled up to the local bed and breakfast in my few carriage and while they unloaded everything I went for a stroll in the town’s park. By now it was nighttime and really dark and while I was out wandering I heard something break from the treeline by me. I tensed up and was ready to fight who ever came at me but out walked this man. He said that he’d seen me from where he was walking and thought he should come over to see if I was lost and ok.
“That was the first time I met Benjamin. He was 23 and had lost both his parents 4 years earlier to sickness. He was a sort of socialite savior for the town and it’s area, using his money to help others and make money for the town,” you got lost in the memories as they flooded back to you. “I still remember that after he asked to walk me back to where I was staying he told me that a lady like myself shouldn’t be walking around at night by herself,” you and Steve both chuckled at that. “We talked as he walked me back and he stopped on the stoop of the B&B and just turned to me and asked if he could take me out for a walk in the park during the day so I could see it’s true beauty,” you came back into the present. “Do not tell Tony when the last night I had a boyfriend was or he’ll make fun of me that I haven’t had a significant other since before America was made. You Lord,” you realised, “that sounds awful. I sound like the ultimate spinster!”
“Can I ask what happened after that,” Steve timidly said.
“We spent almost everyday together from that May to the next April. It was a little scandalous at first; a rich boy courting an orphaned girl. But the folks around town loved us both, especially together. Things started getting heated with Britain with all the action towards American freedom. April 19th the Revolutionary War began. Of course back then it was just ‘The War.’ He helped get forced organized should anything happen in our town but nobody ever thought that something would come to our small town. We were having dinner in the Inn I was staying in, I had decided that that was the night that I was going to show him what I could do. All I could do was hope he wouldn’t go around screaming ‘Witch,’ when there was a loud bang from across town. Everyone stood up and he turned to me and told me to stay inside with everybody and he rushed out.
“I had a pretty good idea what was going but I didn’t know how crazy it was. Before I knew it there was an explosion at the Inn’s door; it lit up in flames and trapped us all inside. Everyone was going crazy and I just told everyone they had to get to the back room and go to the basement. Once they were safe from all the chaos I used my powers and tamed the fire. Once it was out I went outside I moved all the tables in front of the door so no one could in but the people inside could get out. I ran all over town looking for Benjamin or his friends, someone who could tell me where he was, when I saw him near an alley. We caught each others eyes for a second but before he could spring back into action there was a gunshot and he just grabbed his chest and fell to the ground.
“I ran over, which alarmed him and everyone around him because I had moved so fast, and I did what I knew best. I used my powers and took out everyone around us. I knelt down by him and just told him that I was going to tell him tonight about what I could do. He just pointed to his coat pocket and said, “If that’s who you are then there is even more to love.” That’s the last thing he said to me…”you trailed off for a second. “I reached into the pocket he pointed to and there was this little wooden box in there with a silver band in it.”
“A silver band?”
“Back then engagment rings weren’t a thing. You just had one ring and they didn’t have diamonds on them.”
Steve let out an ‘Oh.’ “He was going to propose that night.”
You nodded as he spoke, “He was going to propose that night. That was the first war I fought in. I knew that I wanted to do something to keep others husband’s from getting hurt. It was a lot harder since I only had a few abilities unlike what I have now but…I saved some people. And after that I had no time to date or any aspiration to. I worked so much and I had a big secret to keep, and I knew that I’d live forever while they’d age and die. Fun talk huh?”
“I’m glad you told me. It’s my fault for asking.”
“I’ve only told 2 other people that story,” you stated. “How about you. Any old girlfriends?”
“Oh you know how it is: chicks dig scrawny guys,” he said very sarcastically.
Natasha had just left your house and was now walking into the makeshift office that the Avengers had been given as their space. “Clint, have you see Y/N? I went to the hospital to check on her and Rogers but when I got there Trish said they left, like, 4 hours ago.”
Clint sat cleaning off his arrows. “No Nat, sorry, haven’t seen her since we went and saw her earlier. Did her and Rogers leave together,” his eyebrows rose.
“According to Trish.”
“When do you think Roger’s is gunna’ ask Y/N out?”
“I don’t know. I’m still trying to get it out of Y/N if she likes him. You know how stubborn she can be,” Nat sat down next to him with a huff.