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harborshore) wrote2012-05-19 08:00 am
harborshore) wrote2012-05-19 08:00 am
lovers alone wear sunlight (prompts post and meme)
It's been a month, darlings. I'm constantly exhausted, grateful for spring, worrying about things settling down. I found out it's going to take 5 months to get into the clinic I need, my brother's knee is pretty much fucked (surgery can do a lot, but), I still don't have a job in the fall--but I have an apartment on a magical island in the middle of the city starting on August 1 or so. I have a job right now. And I had an interview yesterday and it went well.
Two things!
First, the You Are Beautiful meme is happening again. My thread is here: THE YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MEME
Second, I'd like to write about cuddling. Give me any two or three (or five) Avengers characters and a setting, and I will tell you about them cuddling. XMFC characters are also fair game.
Two things!
First, the You Are Beautiful meme is happening again. My thread is here: THE YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MEME
Second, I'd like to write about cuddling. Give me any two or three (or five) Avengers characters and a setting, and I will tell you about them cuddling. XMFC characters are also fair game.
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He's not actually surprised, but he is relieved.
But he wasn't expecting Steve Rogers to come visit. They didn't really know each other, after all.
Steve's eyes are red.
"Are you alright, Captain?" Phil asks, shifting to relieve the discomfort he still feels when standing up straight. His physical therapist told him it's good to move around, to strain the muscles a little, but Phil finds that he isn't really a fan, mostly.
Steve doesn't really answer his question, which tells Phil that he isn't actually alright.
"Do you want to come in? I was about to have some breakfast and watch whatever atrocity Clint loaded my DVR with in revenge for, you know. Being me." Being dead was what Clint hadn't said, but it was the truth.
Steve nods and follows Phil inside. He sits down on the floor next to the couch and takes the toast Phil offers him obediently. Phil remembers the rate at which Captain America burns off calories and wishes he'd actually done some grocery shopping yesterday. But presumably his two assassins will turn up at some point, and if he knows them well enough, they'll bring food.
"What is this?" Steve asks, once Toddlers and Tiaras starts. He sounds faintly horrified.
"The worst of the 20th century," Phil says drily. "The female ideal which more closely resembles a nightmare."
"Yes," Steve agrees and eats his toast. An hour later, after they've gone from Toddlers and Tiaras to a National Geographic documentary because Clint doesn't actually hate Phil and most of the content on the DVR is something Phil will like, Steve's breath hitches and he wipes at his eyes quickly.
"Sorry," he says.
"No apology necessary," Phil says and carefully reaches out to touch Steve's shoulder. "Bad days happen." Last night Natasha had to hold him down for two hours while Clint talked himself hoarse until Phil could believe he was with them and not still dying on the helicarrier.
"That they do," Steve agrees and leans into Phil's hand a little. They stay like that for a while, Steve leaning on him and Phil keeping his grip steady and the fauna of the Victorian Falls passing in the background.
"Every day's an anniversary," Steve says eventually, and Phil nods.
"In more than one way," he reminds Steve, because it's a month ago today since he woke up and found out he'd get more time.
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I swear, at least 80% of the reason I choose to believe Coulson isn't dead is so I can imagine him and Steve awkwardly becoming friends over bad television.
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