[ this feels like a conversation they shouldn't be having over text. it's not about groceries anymore, it's gone way beyond that—but then again, maybe this is exactly what texting is for. the hard stuff that hurts too much to say out loud. ]
i used to. before the war i wondered if there was anyone who'd have me, or if i should even pass along my genes in the first place. during... well, you know. we all told ourselves stories about what it'd be like back home, after. my own brownstone, a wife and kids, my best guy right next door...
after waking up i couldn't imagine anyone i'd want to settle down with. everyone in this generation sees captain america, not steve rogers.
turns out i was just waiting for the right partner.
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i used to. before the war i wondered if there was anyone who'd have me, or if i should even pass along my genes in the first place. during... well, you know. we all told ourselves stories about what it'd be like back home, after. my own brownstone, a wife and kids, my best guy right next door...
after waking up i couldn't imagine anyone i'd want to settle down with. everyone in this generation sees captain america, not steve rogers.
turns out i was just waiting for the right partner.