It took Steve a couple more days before he started actually talking to Peter more about everything that had happened. He was surprised the pack hadn’t lost more than it had, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset at Theo’s loss. He’d caused them more trouble than he was worth, honestly, especially for Stiles. Still, Steve found it hardest to talk about Bucky and Sam more than anyone else they’d lost.
Eventually, after he’d been back in the manor almost four days, he decided the should try seeing at least some of the pack and told Peter he’d start with Derek and Stiles first…
Peter stayed at Steve’s side, tending to anything his mate needed. Curling around Steve when the nightmares came, singing softly to lull him back to sleep, helping him eat when he hadn’t touched a thing all day. As Steve slowly opened up, Peter was a pair of warm, safe arms, understanding and heartbroken as they sat or lay in bed, only wanting Steve to know he was there, and he was never leaving without a fight. When Steve decided he wanted to start with Stiles and Derek, he went down to get them, and he promised Malia that she’d see her stepfather soon. “I know it hurts to worry, my little wolf.”
Malia smiled sadly. “Just tell him I love him.” she replied, squeezing Derek’s hand as her cousin followed her father up the stairs with Stiles not far behind.
Derek moved to let Stiles in between he and Peter, watching as Peter moved to once more sit next to Steve. “Peter says you’re eating again.” he said hopefully, trying not to hit the very sensitive topic.
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