Swan Lake

The author has something to say: I was a little nervous writing this cp for the first time... I haven't read Marvel's comics, and all the movies are all I know~ I'm not very familiar with this world, so... I'll try to write first Look == If there are bugs, please don't raise them carelessly~!

I guess this article is Shimizu (I still take it easy == for the first article), so there is no difference~

And this is actually...is it considered AU? I'll talk about it after I finish writing XD

Steve was knocked out by the foam board that fell into the swimming pool. When his friends heard the reason why he entered the infirmary, they would dawdle between surprise and snickering; , look at him, not at the joke, that's what Sam Wilson said anyway.

When Steve came back to the classroom, everyone was looking at him with a mixture of pity and confusion mixed with amused looks.

"It's not a piece of foam, it's a cart full of foam! Clint should be holding on to the cart and getting the gym equipment to where it should be instead of flirting with Nat—"

"Oh! Romanoff is also in the swimming pool? Wearing a swimsuit? Well, this is force majeure, Rogers." The male students who surrounded him smiled, showing no sympathy for the victim. "Is she planning to join the swimming team? Is it too late to sign up now?" ?”

"Hey you guys... she's just doing it for the school newspaper. There's a swimming competition next month, remember?"

No one cares about the swimming competition, "Speaking of which, you, a future lifeguard, were knocked unconscious in the swimming pool, will you leave an honorable mark on the file?"

Steve sighed helplessly: "Okay, congratulations on finding a joke again, dismiss you, a bunch of bastards."

The boys dispersed happily, and Steve touched the swollen place on his head, thankfully the water in the swimming pool reduced part of the force of the impact, otherwise he would have been dropped on his head by the small iron cart (the foam board was just a Incidentally!), it can't just be a mild concussion, and that ClintBarton guy hasn't apologized yet, forget it.

Packing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder, Steve was about to go home.When passing by the school’s playground, Sam Wilson, the captain of the baseball team who was practicing, noticed a passing friend and waved his hand. Steve raised his hand to signal, “How are you? Is it okay to go home?” The dark-skinned star of the team ran over, "No problem, thank you for your concern." Steve shrugged, "Besides, I can take a good rest tomorrow weekend."

"Oh," Sam shrugged, "well, I was hoping you'd come to the game, but it's good to rest up, man, and you can think about being a lifeguard on the way." He grinned White Fang.

"Besides, I've already decided to be a lifeguard. Ball game? You didn't say there was any ball game before." Steve looked at his friend strangely, it's usually impossible to book a ball game a day in advance, isn't it?

"Yes," Sam shrugged again, "it was a friendly match against SHS, and the posters were posted on the bulletin board. Who told you that you were in the water except for class."

Steve scratches the back of his head, besides being in the water during class?real? "No, I shouldn't have an impression. It's probably the fault of this." He pointed to his head. "When I think about it, I get dizzy. Don't worry, I will come and see it."

"It's better to come, although I'm not sure it's a good idea to ask you to watch us lose," Sam rolled his eyes, "But we will work hard, although the gap is a bit big, the opponent is ranked first in the region! Five years, we also lost last time, let’s not mention it, you go back, I have to return to the team.” Sam promised to call his teammates from a distance, and shook his hand before running away, “See you Steve! Take a good rest!”

Steve returned his concern, blinked and thought about the team, lost last time too?He likes baseball, so he should have gone to watch the game, but he didn't have much impression, forget it, he shook his head, he has more priorities than the game.

For example, think carefully about the hallucinations that occurred during the coma today.

How about Xtreme Fighting?I have a good idea, right?

Well, you can do whatever you want, what makes you happy?

It's Sam, and he's sure to not mistake the gap between his teeth and the way he speaks in hip-hop, even though real baseball captains are nowhere near the age to grow a mustache around their lips.

And myself, wearing a national flag-colored uniform, named Captain America, saving the world, defending the country... Oh my God!Steve, who was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, covered his eyes, how could he not know that he still had such an ambitious wish!

And the hallucination, or the self in the dream, um, no, the one named Steve, with very strong arms, when he looked down, what he saw besides the shoes and...

Steve jumped out of bed and came to the full-length mirror mounted on the closet door: at five feet eight, he wasn't the shortest in school, but sometimes he looked a size smaller when he walked next to Sam, who was the star of the baseball captain's school .At least I'm as tall as Clint, well, just a little bit shorter, and many people, including Nat, say that he looks taller than Barton—"It must be a matter of proportion." The school flower once said so.

In the mirror, he was wearing a printed white T-shirt, naturally frayed jeans, and casual bangs in purple gold. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like an ordinary high school student.Looks are also somewhere between heroism and indecision - Peggy has said he looks a bit bully, but he doesn't remember being bullied by anyone, except for the strong female student council secretary who said that.He's not too conspicuous but he's not skinny either - he doesn't really want to be big like Sam, but Captain America, heck, the one he dreamed about, can't even see much of the upper when he looks down For God's sake!He wondered for a while whether all women live with the feeling in their chests.

He shouldn't be dissatisfied. The nurse mother and the father who retired as the security chief at the factory are quite satisfactory in a family like Brooklyn, and he also has a dream, which is to become a lifeguard in the future.Although the origin of this desire is not clear to him, he likes this ideal: to help others and protect life.For this reason, he joined the school swimming team and is still practicing, far from being able to be a lifeguard.

Therefore, the world in the dream is really a little incomprehensible, maybe... because I watched too much TV? Steve rubbed his hair in confusion, accidentally bumped into where he was hit, hissed in pain and dizzy at the same time.

...that's Bucky.

Bucky?Which Bucky?won't be that...

Yes, that's him.

There was no clue at all about the conversation that popped in/out of nowhere, and Steve came back to find himself sitting on the ground with a pain in his buttocks, and it seemed that he had just briefly lost consciousness.

Who is Bucky?

The school doctor said that a mild concussion would have some sequelae, and strenuous exercise should be avoided, Steve thought, don't go to the swimming pool for a few days.

After that, until his mother called him to eat, Steve lay on the bed staring at the ceiling - there was a Star Wars poster on it, and he spent half an hour thinking about what the movie was about.

Clint Barton arrived after dinner, his embarrassed wrinkled face looked like a slice of badly buttered toast, "Hey man, are you okay?" said the guy standing in the doorway, hand still in the in the back pocket of the trousers.

Steve rolled his eyes and replied with a smile that he was fine. Barton was visibly relieved, and quickly handed over a stack of things to unfold, and Steve took a closer look, it was a baseball card.

"Look at my recent collection! How about it!" ClintBarton put on a smug face, and if Steve wasn't a pacifist, he would have punched it, so he pointed at a few of them: "I have this, This one, and this one, oh and this one."

"What? Impossible! These ancient editions are rare! You never said that before! I don't believe it!" Barton howled and pushed Steve away, rubbing his shoes on the floor mats and squeezed through the door, "You have to give Look! That's so boring Steve!"

Half an hour later, they were sitting on the floor playing Magic, and Steve couldn't quite remember the rules, Clint reminded him several times and started to get a little worried: "God Steve, are you sure?" Don't you need to go to the hospital? I'll be guilty of smashing your brain, really, it's not that bright."

"Fuck yours, Clint, it's way better than yours." Steve pouted, pulling out a card—he was taken aback, and Barton looked at him strangely, "What's wrong?"

Steve turned over. "Look."

Magic has five colors, white, black, green, red, and blue, but this is a black and white card with the name "Winter Soldier".

"Wow! Is this a black card or a white card! Could it be a foil card [1]!" "I don't know," Steve frowned, "I don't remember such a card..." He looked carefully at the card on the card. Picture: A man in a black button-down battle suit, wearing a mask, holding a gun of unknown model in one hand, and the other hand is shining coldly - it seems to be holding a person in his hand, walking majestically in the smoke of gunpowder and war middle.

"Cool!" Barton shouted, took the card from Steve's hand, looked left and right, the explanation under the card did not explain how to use this card, only two short sentences:

The Winter Soldier never fails, except for the last time.

"Never fail...could it be said that this card is invincible? But the last time...does it mean that the card was played last or...um...maybe it's a bug, maybe it's an easter egg, maybe..." He muttered, "But I've never heard of this card! When did you buy it? What set?"

Steve was stunned for a long time: "I don't know."

"Oh my God!!" Barton cried out, holding his head in his arms. "Steve! You need to go to the doctor!!"

"roll."

After Clint left, Steve still felt a little confused, so he had to find an ice pack for his head without telling his mother.

Late at night, before he went to bed, he passed the living room. The TV was broadcasting the MiLB baseball game his father loved to watch[2], but Mr. Rogers, who was doing security work, often didn't come home until midnight. Steve walked to the sofa, and his mother seemed to have fallen asleep on it. Gentle warmth surged in Steve's heart. He didn't wake up the woman who was waiting for her husband to come back with the TV on. He picked up the blanket that fell on the floor and covered his mother. Turning down the volume of the TV, "Good night." He said softly.

This night was full of absurd and weird dreams, Steve was almost lost in a kaleidoscope, he was suddenly on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, and the enemy's flag turned out to be Nazis!In a blink of an eye he was back in Brooklyn, but the street looked very different from what he remembered, not like the 21st century at all.At one moment he was Captain America with big breasts and a buckler, and at another moment he had to be stuck in an alley and beaten because he was weak and short.

A drowsy night passed, his mother's knock on the door woke him up, and Steve felt like he hadn't fallen asleep, "Steve? Honey? Aren't you going to the ball game today? Have breakfast?"

"Yes, Mom, I'll come out." Steve muttered, he touched his head tentatively, the place where he was beaten yesterday was very painful, which is normal, I didn't feel the serious injury the first day, and I often felt it when I woke up It hurts a lot.

Steve walked into the living room, and his mother was clearing the dinner plates: "Your father has left to work overtime, and you, what do you want to eat? Steve? You look very bad, what's wrong?" Mrs. Rogers stepped forward Wanting to touch his son's forehead with his hand, Steve avoided it, he didn't tell his family about being knocked unconscious in the swimming pool yesterday, it was unnecessary.

He told his mother that it was just a little sleepless, not a cold.But his mother's worried face didn't diminish, and she sighed lovingly: "You have to take care of yourself, dear, don't make us worry."

Steve was confused for a split second, had he done anything that worried his parents?Because the mother's eyes looked very sad at that moment.

He asked almost reflexively, "Did something happen?"

Mrs. Rogers blinked in surprise, and then gave him a puzzled smile: "He's fine, but he's a little busy. When he came back last night, he opened the door to see you sleeping. In his eyes, you Always a baby, what's wrong? Why do you ask?"

No, it's nothing... Steve murmured in confusion, he imagined his father secretly opening the door to see if he was asleep, and laughed.

The baseball game is played on the SHS school field, which is the opponent's home field, and they have a lot of students. Steve walked to the rest area of ​​his school team, greeted Sam through the fence, the dark friend made a face at him, pointed to the opposite, Steve looked over, the SHS team had a rare black uniform, this The color makes the opponent's team members look cold and chilling.

"See their captain?" Sam tilted his head. "The one with the red star on his left sleeve?"

"Yeah," Steve replied, squinting his eyes a little to get a better look, the guy was about six feet, but not big for a baseball team, half-length brown hair braided back, baseball cap The shadow of the shadow covered most of his face, and he could only vaguely see his sexy lips, and the small depression in the middle of his chin softened his temperament—this person stood in a very domineering posture, with thick shoulders and long legs. Very strong.

"Don't underestimate him, although he doesn't look like a power player," Sam interrupted his observation, "He is the best pitcher I have ever met, and his hitting ability is also the most stable in their team, very difficult to deal with. "

"James Buchanan Barnes, 17 years old, a left-hander, the fastest ball speed has reached 98 miles. It is not a suspense that he will exceed [-] miles in the future at his age. There are no obvious shortcomings in changeup, slider, and curve ball, and his ball control ability is first-class. The speed of the ball is first-class, and the number of bye hits is also the highest in the team. He is an excellent captain who is trustworthy and entrusted to him.

Suddenly a deep female voice broke into their conversation, and Natasha Romanoff stood beside Steve, holding the small interview notebook that he always carried with him.As the deputy editor-in-chief of the school newspaper and the top reporter—her interview application success rate is unbelievably high, but as long as you have seen what she looks like and heard her speak, you will not be surprised at all.

"By the way, the number of girlfriends he has dated exceeds the combined number of your two teams." The red-haired female reporter closed her notebook with a snap, raised her eyelids and glanced at Steve and Sam. Individuals are already in a state of shock, or Steve is shocked by the previous data, and Sam is shocked by the number of girlfriends.

"It's not fair!" The captain of the baseball team had a painful expression on his face. "This kind of person should be destroyed humanely! He broke the balance among high school students! It is not conducive to the healthy development of young people's mind and body!"

Romanoff rolled his eyes and looked at the other side: "I'm very interested in him."

Steve noticed that this sentence successfully made our team captain's dark face turn greener by three points, he snorted hard and returned to the team, as if to discuss tactics.

Steve thought it was amused, he looked over and saw that man of the same age as them—one year older than himself, was instructing a teammate who was shorter than him what to do, his gestures were very arrogant, Steve frowned.

Immediately afterwards, James Barnes kicked a teammate who was in the way. The man almost fell to the ground on his face, but no one stopped him.

Steve frowned, he didn't like this guy.

"I'm going to interview him later, I saw you brought a camera, to take a picture together?" Romanoff tilted his head lazily, Steve didn't recover, "Huh? Oh, okay." He almost forgot Knowing that he is not only a member of the swimming team, but also one of the editors of the school newspaper, he brought the camera today just to record the ball game... lest he forget when he watched the game.

His memory has been really bad lately.

"Then I'll see you after the game. Barton is here, so I have to get out of the way." The beautiful reporter, who was impatiently squinting backwards, twisted her back and left.The game was about to start, and Steve finally found a seat with all his twists and turns, and before he could sit down, Clint Barton pushed his butt down beside him.

"Morning Steve, have you figured out about the Winter Soldier card? What were you and Nat talking about? Where is she going? Will she be at the ball game? Did she mention me?"

Steve hadn't decided which question to answer first, cheers erupted, and the game started.

In April, the Brooklyn sun shouldn't be so dazzling.

The game is still going on, and SHS is currently leading 1-0, entering the sixth inning, and the pitcher is in the pitcher's box.

/ Two out! /

"Did you see what he's doing? His left hand? That's high school speed!" Clint yelled. "It's going to be a strikeout again! Damn it! What's Sam doing! Kill him to hell!"

Barnes was hunched over to rest in the pitcher's box, and Steve saw a bead of sweat running down his cheek—beads glistening in the sun.

Today's sun is much stronger than expected.

There was a white light above his head, which was a bit dazzling, and Steve felt dizzy for a while, and again, he really wanted Clint to pay the medical bills.

/strike out!Offensive and defensive exchange!Amazing James Buchanan Barnes!No hits and no hits so far!Can he create another perfect match!We will wait and see! /

The SHS audience cheered and sighed in disappointment, "Damn!" Clint punched his knee angrily, and the sixth coke spilled onto Steve's arms and pants.He thought of a good idea.

Steve stood up, "Where are you going?" Clint said with resentment in his voice, "The bathroom." Steve gestured to his pants, "Oh, sorry, but what are you doing in the bathroom? Come on, just a Coke! "His beating face showed an "oh please don't be such a bitch" expression.

Steve didn't bother to talk to him, luckily they weren't sitting in the middle of the crowd, and walking in front of others into the aisle didn't require too many stares.He decides to stand behind the aisle and watch the game, and occasionally he'll glance at where Barton is sitting, and someone next to him sits down and leaves after a while, but it doesn't bother the guy at all.

Steve suddenly noticed that someone was turning back to where he was standing, "He's such an idiot, isn't he?" I don't know when Natasha Romanoff came to him, this woman is always elusive, and the only ones who will give her away are probably men. line of sight.

/ Foul ball!Now it's the third pitcher's turn, James BuchananBarnes!Now into the ninth inning after Brock Rumlow's home run in fourth! /

"The game is almost over, let's go." The final whistle blew, and the score remained at 2-0. Not surprisingly, Sam had to accept the second defeat. Romanoff turned and walked away, and Steve stopped there for a while. , "Oh, the interview you said, yes." He followed.

/ The ball that flies into the field!outfield!Oops, it was caught by the backbone! Barnes has one more chance!Man on first base now! /

They walked around the field towards the opposing team's dugout to catch up with the game.

/Goofy!keep flying!fly!run! /

The auditorium erupted into enthusiastic cheers, the two hit the base successfully, and the current score is [-]-[-]... Even if Sam's team can send one player to the base with one ball in the bottom half of the ninth inning, the third home run is impossible to tie The score, the cracking of the whistle and the cracking of the cone made the eardrums buzz, and the game ended early.

Steve shook his head and smiled to himself, "Oh my god, the enthusiasm of the high school students."

"Say it like you're not a high school student." Romanoff glanced at him.

Steve didn't reply, he heard voices from the audience: "James BuchananBarnes! Which team is really unlucky to run into him! As the main pitcher, his hitting ability is also first-rate! I don't know what the fourth batter on their team thinks?"

"He's the ace of the team! But his batting style is cooler than the fourth bat. He has such outstanding ability but I heard that he obeys the coach's orders. No wonder the newspapers gave him a nickname..."

Steve suddenly remembered the Magic card of the Winter Soldier last night, and there seemed to be a sudden cold wind blowing under the dazzling sun.

"Rogers?" Romanoff turned to find him standing there stupidly not following.

They walked into the SHS dugout, where the players were celebrating casually, touching shoulders as if the victory came easily.

"Hey beauty, who are you looking for?" A big man in a black baseball uniform blocked their view, "Go away." Another player pushed him away and stood in front of Steve. He was not as tall as the man pushed away, but Looking even firmer, his lean face tanned and shiny, he glanced up and down at Steve defiantly, then turned his gaze away contemptuously and raised his chin at Romanoff: "Who are you looking for?"

"Barnes, you know," the red-haired beauty smiled softly, "I also have an interview with your coach, can you tell me where he is?" Her voice was so gentle that Steve couldn't resist the urge to scratch his ears.

"The coach is not here, James is in the lounge." The player tilted his head to indicate the direction, and the teasing smile on the corner of his mouth seemed malicious, "Don't worry, go in, no one will disturb you."

It's impossible not to think that way, "We're just doing an interview." Steve clarified that he glared at the player who looked a few years older than himself, and was about to follow Nat into the aisle when he was stopped, " Hey, boy, no one is allowed in." Others gathered around to separate him from Romanoff.

"I'm in charge of taking pictures." Steve pushed back, "Let me go."

"Okay, you go back first, Rogers, I can handle it." The female reporter waved at him.

"No." Steve didn't budge.

"Hey! Listen to this beautiful girl, get out of here, we just beat you to pieces, and now we don't want to let your shit go!"

"Thank you for your advice, it strengthens my determination to stay here, if you are all so unreasonable." Steve was grabbed by the collar as soon as he finished speaking, "Unreasonable? Huh?"

"Rumlow, what's the matter." The man in the suit who came over at a critical moment interrupted the confrontation between the two, he seemed to be a teacher, not a coach.

Steve's collar was loosened. "It's nothing, Pierce." Rumlow shrugged, but his eyes were fixed on him.

Natasha's interview fell through, and for the first time ever, the man in the suit turned her down.

"That's the coach of their team. It's weird isn't it. The coach doesn't say much on their team. I want to interview Barnes about it to see what he thinks. If you guys fight there, I have good material. Writing the news." Natasha winked at Steve, "You're always like Steve, you're too upright, you know there's the whole team, plus the reserve players and the handymen, you have no chance of winning." She He said so, but he didn't look unhappy at all.

"But that can't be compromised, what if something happens to you if you stay there alone." Steve's serious look made his classmates laugh: "You're so sure that something will happen? You don't know Barnes, do you?"

Steve was stumped by this question, he wanted to touch his head, half of his hands remembered the swelling on his head and put it down again, "I don't know, but I think... no, based on my observation, he looks like an asshole." Steve Thinking of the way Barnes talked and laughed closely with the Rumlow who provoked him just now when he went to the rest area to drink water between games, on the contrary he was not polite to the substitutes who handed him towels and water glasses.

Natasha watched him for a moment, he was too lost in his own thoughts to notice.

The interview didn't go as planned, but the unexpected always happened.

Sam ran into Steve after the game. Because of the game, his teammates all left in a low mood. At that time, Natasha didn't know which tall, rich and handsome sports car went back.

It was past noon and the two young men decided to have dinner together, so they opened a shop door casually on the spot.

When they were seated, everything was normal. When the clerk brought their order, half a person suddenly appeared from the other side of the partition: "Hey, isn't this the stubborn kid from before?"

Sam blinked and didn't understand the situation, and there were a few more people on the partition, "Hey, boy, got dumped by a chick? Wait, this person..."

"Isn't this the captain of the team who was defeated just now! Your name is... Sean, right?"

Sam's anger was successfully provoked, the other party giggled, Steve recognized Rumlow, and he didn't expect that there was one person sitting there who didn't stand up.

It was the first time Steve got so close to James Barnes in front of him. This man was even more handsome than he imagined, with pale gray-green eyes that were so big and fierce, he could be called beautiful, really, if it wasn't for his appearance Too proportionate figure—looking at his face, one can imagine a refined and flexible body, and admiring his broad shoulders and strong arms at close range makes one think how angry the enemy on the field should be.

With a cold snort, "The defeated general and his follower? What do you look at, Huang Mao." Barnes gave him a gloomy look, his expression was the same as that of a gangster who fights and provokes disputes in the streets and alleys, as if you rubbed his cheek The shoulders are as full of hostility as Shen Hai.

You can live with me and we spread the couch cushions on the floor, just like we did when we were kids.

Come on Steve, it's going to be fun.

Steve felt dizzy, much worse than he had been on the court, and he almost fell over in his seat, and a harsh jeer sounded in his ear: "Oh my god, what a weak bitch, isn't she?" Do you faint at a glance? My God!" "No wonder your school lost so badly! I say!"

"Shut up! He got hurt yesterday!" Dazed Sam defended him.

"Hmph, ridiculous." Barnes, yes it must be him, Steve closed his eyes hard to hold the pain and opened them, the figure was about to leave, "come to the competition!" he shouted, "do you dare to compete!"

Even Sam, who was standing next to him, was shocked by this.

They came to a lawn with few people in the park. Not far from the statue, there were parents playing with their children, and the sound of frolicking was like a group of happy sparrows.

"You think you're the only one who can hit my ball?" Barnes sneered and rolled his wrists, his gray-green eyes shone coldly, Steve looked at his face and thought it was familiar, but seeing those eyes felt strange.

I gotta neutralize you Steve, you're so nice and I don't want to be too bad, look how we fit!

"You can try it." Steve gritted his teeth, "If I hit it, let your players show a little sportsmanship, respect your opponent, and apologize to Sam."

Hahahaha, the other camp laughed crookedly, and some even squatted down with their hands on their stomachs and couldn't breathe, lamenting intermittently which time this old antique from time travel still has such funny lines.

Barnes is rocking back and forth with a smile, too, and Steve watches his smile—a genuinely amused smile that doesn't feel real, like the sun is too harsh to make everything sparkle.

Did you see Steve?This is the world of tomorrow!

Steve narrowed his eyes slightly to get a better look, he spread his legs apart, clenched the bat in his hand and stretched his posture: "Come on Barnes, unless you can't afford to lose."

James Barnes slowly pulled back his smile, but he still didn't take it seriously, and Rumlow walked up to Steve with the catcher's mitt, pounding his fist into the glove, "Come on man, let this kid have a taste of it. He grinned, and slowly squatted down like a crocodile diving into muddy water.

Sam stopped it. He said that even if he wanted to compare, he should be the captain of the team. However, he didn't know how stubborn Steve was. At this moment, he could only stand aside and watch the situation anxiously. The most important thing is that the athletes can't fight, otherwise there is no suspense for the two of them to be beaten by a group.

"Show me what you're capable of, Blonde!" Barnes yelled.

The sound of the hard ball hitting the catcher's mitt was dull and hard, and Steve missed the first pitch.

The onlookers booed and whistled and jeered, but none of it got to Steve's ears, and he squinted his eyes, trying to see the outline of Barnes in the too bright sunlight, but even then everything in front of him was blurry. It was still vague, let alone seeing the other person's movements clearly, he could only prick up his ears to listen.

The second ball, the screaming and laughing next to it was even more chaotic and noisy, he missed it, he heard the ball coming through the air, but he couldn't see it, empty bat.

I didn't see you when I blinked, Steve, so you're doing yourself a disservice?

"Last ball." Barnes' voice seemed to be coming from far away, and Steve tried to get a better look, but he completely lost his vision.

I sometimes wonder if you like being beaten.

Sergeant James Barnes is leaving for England tomorrow with the army!

Don't worry, I'm only saying good things about you.

Don't do anything stupid until I get back!

Wait for me to win this war!

"Honey. How are you feeling?"

Steve opened his eyes, and he saw his mother with a worried face, blinked, and his mother shouted back, "He's awake!"

Steve was still confused, and a man came rushing in, "Hey." He saw Steve and smiled, his eyes were wrinkled, but he looked really good, just, well, Steve couldn't speak for a while, His father looked so good, as good as he had seen in the pictures, so handsome.

"How do you feel, son?" He sat down by the bed and took his wife's hand. "I heard that you fainted when you were dueling with someone."