“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say to me, Cap? It doesn’t bother you’ll that I’ll be calling you those names?”
“Of course it bothers me. But you’re going to do whatever you want to do, so… I can’t stop you.”
((YES! EXACTLY! How can a honey badger not be considered a bad ass? Honey badger don’t care, honey badger don’t give a shit! We’re pretty excepting yes, until you get weird, haha.))
[[ “Motherfucker’s talking to snakes n shit. Aw hell naw, we are out.” ]]
((Seriously, Harry, that ain’t cool. Honey badgers eat snakes for snacks.))
“I might stick with Spangles, then, since you like Cap and Old Man more.”
“Fine… if you’re going to be like that…”
Steve smiles. It’s the first genuine smile he’s had in the past couple of days. But he can’t smile for long. Not when he knows Tony’s in pain. “And I’ll keep coming back…” He sighs. “Isn’t there some stupid saying… something about, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it’s meant to be?”
“I don’t think either one of us is all that good at letting go, kid.” Evidenced by their long standing dance card. Steve and Tony were not exactly the type of people to give up easily.
“No, you’re right…” Steve couldn’t let go. It came with that annoying trait of his where he was pretty fiercely loyal. Some said that was a good thing, but some of the time it didn’t work out well. “And you probably shouldn’t call me kid.” He said lightly. “I’m older than you are.”
[ that’s a damn fine underrated house. ]
((Isn’t it? According to Pottermore (which I consider to be right from J.K. Rowling herself since she wrote the sorting quiz) I’m a Hufflepuff. And I try to own it, haha. Because although we can be meek creatures at times, maybe a little too nice. When you fuck with someone we love… your ass is grass.))
[[ Dude, honeybadgers are pretty fucking rad. they do not care, they’ll straight up dive into a beehive just to get their damn honey and ignore the bees. How do you even begin to ignore bees without nerves of steel. Also Hufflepuffs were just all-inclusive(except for when Harry started getting all Parseltongue but Harry’s just a little weirdo so whatever) and that’s pretty awesome. ]]
((YES! EXACTLY! How can a honey badger not be considered a bad ass? Honey badger don’t care, honey badger don’t give a shit! We’re pretty excepting yes, until you get weird, haha.))
The bro and I are going to see an early showing of the Hangover. Be back later. I can’t wait. I friggin’ love these movies.
[ that’s a damn fine underrated house. ]
((Isn’t it? According to Pottermore (which I consider to be right from J.K. Rowling herself since she wrote the sorting quiz) I’m a Hufflepuff. And I try to own it, haha. Because although we can be meek creatures at times, maybe a little too nice. When you fuck with someone we love… your ass is grass.))
Steve tilted his head back, resting it on the door. For a moment he closed his eyes, imagining what Tony must look like on the other side of the door. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all? Please… well, other than leaving you alone. Which I’m not ready to do yet.”
“You’re not a bad penny.” The words have next to nothing to do with the conversation and everything to do with what he’s heard Steve say in the past. “You’re the luckiest damn penny I ever found.”
Steve smiles. It’s the first genuine smile he’s had in the past couple of days. But he can’t smile for long. Not when he knows Tony’s in pain. “And I’ll keep coming back…” He sighs. “Isn’t there some stupid saying… something about, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it’s meant to be?”
You think we both belong in Gryffindor? haha
