“Technically you can.” Mal retorted, rolling her eyes at her fiance. Platformed boots carried the pixie over to the hunter, hands reaching out to caress his bare chest. Glowing green eyes fixed him with a worried look. “Are you going to show me or do I have to give you a thorough physical?” Whether he had healed or not, Mal had felt the pain bite into her flesh, gnawing at her nerves and making her wince. Any pain made her fret about her bonded, often biting her lower lip and pacing as she wondered whether he’d return to her or not. “I knew I should’ve gone with you.”
“I don’t know how,” Jace teased, trying to keep her as calm as possible. He moved to lay a hand over hers, guiding it to his side where he scar was almost gone. “I’m fine, Mal.” he promised, leaning to kiss her forehead. “It’ll be completely healed by the morning. We needed you here, and it felt way worse than it actually was.”
Stuckony Fanfic Within A Fanfic (damn that needs a title)
“Stevie?” Bucky dropped his jacket and dove onto the bed, full panic mode because Steve was crying on the bed, holding onto a pillow and gasping for breath through a sob and Bucky was panicking. “Babydoll what’s wrong? What’s wrong? Do you hurt? Are you sick? Did your cough come back? Is it your heart? Your lungs? The diabetes? What is it?”
“Bucky.” Steve sniffed loudly and scrubbed the tears from his cheeks. “I haven’t even had a cold since before the war, its certainly not diabetes, Im not hurting.” He paused, then his face crumpled. “Not physically anyway!”
“Well for fucks sake what’s wrong?” Bucky bellowed, grappling at Steve until the big blonde landed in his lap. “How come I gotta walk into th’ bedroom and you’re cryin?”
“Ireadafic.” Steve mumbled and after a few seconds to interpret the rushed together words, Bucky’s expression cleared in realization, then reclouded in annoyance.
“A fuckin’ fanfic is making you bawl like this? WHY?”
“This writer!” Steve felt around for his tablet. “Whoever this @youknowwhoiam is? They wrote a soulmate fic where they’re in love with us and we’re in love with them and we’re all soulmates? But since we’re super soldiers and don’t really age…”
“We stayed young and they got old and died.” Bucky finished and Steve nodded miserably. “C’mon Stevie, you know ya can’t read fics like that. You remember what happened when you read that one where they cough up flowers because of unrequited love or whatever? You were a mess!”
“I need to tell them I cried over this fic.” Steve blew his nose loudly. “I need an account so I can comment.”
“No one needs to know you’re crying over fanfic.” Bucky said firmly. “Comment anonymously cos I swear to Christ if you comment as Captain America I’ll break up with you.”
“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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