“I am a romantic. I hope everyone has those experiences where you have, whether it’s a date that lasted all night or a date that lasted five seconds at the train station, moments that were so personal and so special, it was hard to explain to somebody else.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” Wanda shrugged, there was no point hiding things from Steve, he’d find out later in training anyway. “Nightmares.” Grabbing the coffee pot Wanda poured herself a large cup, drinking it straight before helping herself to another cup. It probably wasn’t healthy relying on coffee to keep herself awake and active but it got her through the day. “Staring at my ceiling seemed pointless.” Nursing her drink she took a seat beside Steve, one eyebrow raised as she gazed at him. “So what has you frowning this early in the morning?”
Steve watched her for a moment, worried for her rest. She was still young, despite her experiences, after all. Some fatherly instinct in him hated seeing her so battle weary. It was the same with Peter, who somehow found a way to sleep after everything. “Long night. Just got back from my run about half an hour ago.” he half-lied. He still had a tendency of keeping to himself, deep down afraid of his own emotions at full power. The last time he’d let himself get lost in what he was feeling, he’d almost killed Tony.
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