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angelitempus:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

angelitempus:

Send “What’s this?” And I will generate a number to see what item your muse has found in mine’s belongings.

His eyes widened and he took the blankie out of Dick’s hands, hiding it behind himself. “Nothing!”

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"It’s ok, really."

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"You should probably hide that better next time though."

tags → #angelitempus #Dick 
tags → #James Barnes 

trippeduplittledove:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

He was expecting her to jump, but not to jump at him. He barely had time to brace himself before she crashed into him. He caught her, wrapping his arms around her almost protectively.

"See? Can’t even handle a little scare. It won’t last two minutes here without our help." He got to his feet, pulling her up with him. He nudged her a bit and pointed up at the tree.

Taking a breath, she gave a little huff of frustration – mostly at herself – though his protective arms around her made her smile a little bit. She was quick to get her feet under him as he pulled them both up.

She looked up into the tree when he pointed up, pursing her lips. If he could be up there comfortably, so could she. But she didn’t want to go without her stuff. She gave a little ‘wait’ motion, got all of her things back into her bag, and then looked at it, him, and gave a questioning motion – if he thought he could take them both, or if he’d take it up for her.

When she was gathering her stuff, he walked over to the lowest branch and waited. When she finished, he waved her over and pulled himself up onto the branch. He waited for her to follow him up onto the branch, and when he saw her having trouble, he realized the bag might be slowing her down. He reached out to take the bag from her, slinging it over his shoulder like he’d seen her do, then he reached down again to pull her up onto the branch.

When he finally got her up high enough off the ground, he left the bag in front of her and motioned with his hands for her to wait, then he dropped to the ground and crawled after Nebi through the brush.

tags → #Steve Rogers 

trippeduplittledove:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

He practically beamed when he got her approval. He felt proud that he had learned something new about her, even if it wasn’t technically about her personally.

His eyes focused on a spot behind her, and immediately after there was a hot breath on her neck. “I’m hungry. Can I eat it?" Nebi asked. Dick knew he wasn’t being serious, so he grinned.

"I’ll help you hunt," he answered him. "Let me get it into the tree, so it doesn’t get hurt," he said.

She giggled slightly. His expression, his pleasure and pride in himself was endearing. She started to pick up the shirt, not seeing him focus on something else, when she felt the hot breath against her skin. Even as the two conversed, it was just a natural reaction that had her jumping. He was too close for her to get to her feet, however, so instead, she went right crashing into his chest out of her fear.

Only a moment later, she tried to scoot back a little, putting her hands over her face, embarrassed by the sudden reaction.

He was expecting her to jump, but not to jump at him. He barely had time to brace himself before she crashed into him. He caught her, wrapping his arms around her almost protectively.

"See? Can’t even handle a little scare. It won’t last two minutes here without our help." He got to his feet, pulling her up with him. He nudged her a bit and pointed up at the tree.

trippeduplittledove:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

He let her take the cloth from his hand and lay it out. He tilted his head as he looked at the shirt. He realized she was showing him the buttons lined up this way, and he reached forward to start putting them together. When he got all the buttons done right, he looked up at her, smiling wide, triumphant.

She watched him curiously, intently, smiling a little as he started to put the buttons together. She gave a little, tiny clap – careful not to startle him – and smiled wide in return when he smiled up at her. She nodded, a nonverbal ‘good job!’, and reached forward to give his hand a little squeeze.

He practically beamed when he got her approval. He felt proud that he had learned something new about her, even if it wasn’t technically about her personally.

His eyes focused on a spot behind her, and immediately after there was a hot breath on her neck. “I’m hungry. Can I eat her?" Nebi asked. Dick knew he wasn’t being serious, so he grinned.

"I’ll help you hunt," he answered him. "Let me get it into the tree, so it doesn’t get hurt," he said.

trippeduplittledove:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

He watched her undo the button on her shirt, and put it back together, and he tried it on the shirt in his hands. He grabbed the bottom button and put it through one of the middle holes, pleased with himself when he succeeded.

She watched him and then bit her lip to force back a laugh. The pride in his little expression was cute, she had to admit that. Even if the button wasn’t done right. Gently, she reached over to undo the button, patting his hand in a sort of praising way all the while. Carefully, she laid the shirt out, so that it was set up the straight, with the buttons lined together. She looked at him, wondering if he’d try or be able to put the thing together with it set like that.

He let her take the cloth from his hand and lay it out. He tilted his head as he looked at the shirt. He realized she was showing him the buttons lined up this way, and he reached forward to start putting them together. When he got all the buttons done right, he looked up at her, smiling wide, triumphant.

trippeduplittledove:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

He slid to the side, sliding off her and sitting next to her on the dirt. He tugged at one of the buttons on the shirt, trying to pull it off. What was the purpose of these hard shiny things? What good were they?

She sat up slowly, moving to sit on her knees and watch him with a little smile. She watched him play with the button and pull on it for a moment, giving a little laugh. She reached out, gently taking his wrist to get his attention. Taking the buttons on the bottom of her shirt, she slipped the bottom one apart so he could see the small hole in the fabric, before slowly buttoning it back up, then giving it a little tug as though to say “see, it just holds it together.”

He watched her undo the button on her shirt, and put it back together, and he tried it on the shirt in his hands. He grabbed the bottom button and put it through one of the middle holes, pleased with himself when he succeeded.

trippeduplittledove:

pursuing-my-own-destiny:

He watched as she reached for the bag and fish something out of it. He took the offered shirt and sniffed it, habitually. Noticing the buttons, he grabbed one and tugged on it, pausing and looking at her, silently asking if it was okay to play with it.

She couldn’t help another laugh, relieved and admittedly a little exasperated with herself. She was getting jumpier than she needed to be. She nodded a little at his look, smiling slightly to let him know it was okay. She’d just have to be really careful with her other clothes. She hadn’t packed too much – she hadn’t expected to stay out here too long. But who knows what would happen now.

He slid to the side, sliding off her and sitting next to her on the dirt. He tugged at one of the buttons on the shirt, trying to pull it off. What was the purpose of these hard shiny things? What good were they?

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