“You always have me,” Steve whispered softly in return. When Thor released him, he headed for the kitchen and pulled out the soup and everything he’d need to make sandwiches for them. He got the soup started and then made grilled ham and cheese for them as well. When everything was heated and ready, he poured soup into bowls, put the sandwiches onto plates and set them at the island in their kitchen, bringing milk over for them both as well.
Thor watched Steve quietly, taking a moment before following after him and perching at the island. He didn’t speak for a long moment, his mind just wandering. “I think he knew the night we met.” he said finally, not sure if Steve would understand what he meant. “When I pulled Loki from the quinjet that night. I think he knew then.” he moved to take a bite of his soup, relaxing a little at the normalcy that drew him further from the horrid nightmare that was his own memory.
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