Author: themusechronicle

Recovery |theempathywithin

Juniper

Juniper waited anxiously for a call from her sister. It’s hard having a twin who lives all the way across the globe. She went from talking to her every day, to staying up into the wee hours of the night waiting. Quietly, she tip toes out to the pool deck to get some fresh air as she hears the dial tone ring in her ear. No luck.

She notices a light on above her, with a man leaning against the railing. Steve. That must be the uneasy energy she has been feeling the past hour. It wasn’t uncommon for her to feel the anxious energies the night brought on. Her cellphone finally clicks, and her sister mumbles something. She is just going to have to wait. Turning around, she heads back into the compound and up the stairs toward Steve’s room.

Steve was quiet as he looked out at everything, lost in his memories, thinking of what he had missed while he’d been in the ice. He liked to think they had lived happy lives once they were home, that the war had ended and they had been able to go back to their families and live on. He looked at his glass, sighing softly. He paused when the door to his floor opened and turned enough to look over his shoulder at where Juniper stood. “Why are you up so late? Sister not call?” he asked, taking another sip from his glass. 

Anchor | lostshieldandhammer

Steve

Steve curled in against Thor, nuzzling against his chest and then finally settling and closing his eyes. “Talking to the others is going to be the hard part,” he said quietly. “They’ll think you’re taking me away from everyone.”

“I would never,” Thor replied, kissing Steve’s head as they lay in bed, eyes closing as he held Steve. “I’m staying here with you, my love. With everyone.” he promised, fingers petting through blonde hair, relaxing into the bed and falling asleep as he held his lover. Morning came faster than Thor would have liked, and he tucked his face into Steve’s neck as the sun woke him up, groaning.

Alone Time | inkfated

Clary

Clary had been and still was rather worried about him. It was a miracle that the Silent Brothers had been able to help him so much. Magnus too. Though she’d given him a stern talking to when that potion had made him sleep for days. Magnus had assured her that it was his body’s way of catching up on sleep combined with the potion and once he was up, she had seen that it had worked well. “Good. The less people who know the better. You’ve already had a tough enough time dealing with how people treated you before. You don’t need to go through that again. And I’m glad that you’re feeling better. You’ll tell me if you’re not okay from now on, right?” She hoped that they would be honest with each other more often.

A chuckle escaped her mouth and she said, “You know, I’m surprised she’d not had you learn how to do your nails and hair too.” She wondered what it would have eben like to grow up with brothers around like Izzy had, but then she’d had Simon for awhile and that was an enough of an understanding for her. “Of course you’re right. The massage is perfect. Thank you. I didn’t expect to get this special treatment today.” At the mention of sleep, Clary sighed and said, “I suppose I could do with some sleep. Alec can’t get too upset with me for not completely finishing these papers since he’d been at Magnus’s a lot lately.” The two were practically living together at this point since Alec’s recovery. “Maybe I can attempt to give you a massage? And do you think you’d like to stay in my room with me tonight?”

Jace listened to her and nodded. “Yeah. It helps that Brother Zacariah knew my ancestor,” he replied. “I found out his name today. Like…his name before he became a Silent Brother.” He mused, leaning to kiss her head. “I will, Clary, I promise.” he swore. He’d already lost so much time with her as it was, he didn’t want to lie to her anymore. “The majority of it is controlling the nightmares, but it’s getting easier.” He ran a hand through fiery locks, glad that she was relaxing. 

He shrugged. “She tried once. Alec’s hair never liked to cooperate, and I refused after the time she gave me a bad haircut.” he laughed softly. “Luckily, we never had to deal with the nail part.” He shrugged. “I’m not the only one dealing with the aftermath of all this, Clary. And after…after the Owl tried to kill you…” He went quiet for a moment before he looked at the papers and shook his head. “No one finished their full load of paperwork in one night, Clary. That’s just normal.” he replied, reaching to take her hand. “I think a night together would do us both some good. It would be nice to hold you all night.” he smiled at her, moving to pull her up into his arms, one hand cupping her cheek. “I love you.”

Backup | theempathywithin

Juniper

Juniper looks down at the huge gash running along her palm. While she can’t see it, she knows she’s got a matching one on her forehead. Peering back up at Thor, she gives him a disgruntled sigh.

“A simple thank you would have done it.” she rolls her eyes playfully, wiping off the dust from her jeans.

She looks around, noticing the chaos they had destroyed. Different figures lay limp on the ground. The outskirts of Wakanda, now in ruins, reveal the leftover rubble of Thanos’ attack.

“That monster, animal, whatever you want to call it was coming up behind you. I tried to warn you but you couldn’t hear me. So I came to your defense. I might be small Thor, but it doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself.” she defends her actions.

Slowly, she stretches out her non-injured hand to ask for help to stand up.

Thor arched a brow. “Size doesn’t make up for the fact that you could have died, little Juniper.” he scolded, looking around as he paused. He took a slow breath and grabbed her hand, helping her up to examine her. As he took note of her wounds, he wished more than ever that his brother had made it to earth. “We need to get these bandaged.” he said simply. The battle had finally ended, and Thor worried for the others. “Come, we must see about the others.”

Reunion | lostshieldandhammer

Steve

Steve nodded slowly. “Then we hotel jump for a little while longer before we figure out a place to live,” he answered, leaning in to kiss Bucky in return. “I’m glad you’re back with me. It was starting to get lonely…”

“Sounds like a plan if we ever needed one.” Bucky nodded, smiling into that kiss and running a hand through his lover’s hair again. “I’m glad you waited for me once you knew I was alive.” he was quiet, not wanting to think about the idea he’d had for a long time about whether Steve would be waiting when he finally felt like he could go home. “I have something,” he said, moving to the small backpack he carried with him. Unzipping it, he opened it and pulled out a leather bound journal. “Bak in Bucharest…when you asked why I saved you, I wasn’t entirely lying when I told you I didn’t know. Back then, I didn’t. I just knew for whatever reason, I couldn’t stand you dying, it hurt deep, and I didn’t understand it. I went looking for answers. After that, well, things started coming back, so I wrote about it to you.” he explained, leaning back a little to drape an arm over Steve’s shoulders.