[Should I make a competition? Like for writing? I'd totally be up for it if you all are. There'd be prizes for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place, of course. Who could forget about the prizes.]
You've been on countless missions with Steve Rogers and no matter how many times he jumps from the jet without a parachute, you still have trouble believing he's 95 years old.
"Are your knees okay? I've heard that's the first place the elderly experience arthritis--"
His look had been enough to cut you off.
"I mean, I guess prunes aren't just for the old. You don't like them so--"
He kicks a soldier in the chest and he goes flying over your head.
"You're freakishly good looking for the elderly, Steve."
He had turned to you in surprise and his shield knocks him onto his back.
"That's gotta hurt. Should I call life alert?"
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Marvel Imagines Part 3
FanfictionRequests are closed. I write about Marvel character, meaning ones from movies and Tv shows. •Slow Updates• Created: February 16, 2016 Finished: June 13,2016
