PAST LIVES | ❝Past lives couldn't ever hold me down, lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. I've got the strangest feeling. This isn't our first time around❞
POST: CIVIL WAR | STEVE ROGERS
BOOK TWO IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
COVER BY: voidk...
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RHETT REISER'S HEART SOARED AS HE RAN TO HOME BASE, ARMS ABOVE HIS HEAD.HE ALWAYS DID LOVE BASEBALL.This particular one was an easy win, same as always, but it never ceased to bring him copious amounts of joy. He loved running and he loved playing, loved laughing along with his friends from the street, avoiding getting in trouble, but still winding up in it regardless.
He jogged to his soda bottle, mouth watering at the thought of the cold liquid easing the scratch of his throat. He took a long sip, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the strawberry flavor, mouth stretching into a smile.
He kept his eyes closed and his head thrown back, freezing when he felt someone watching him. Lowering his drink carefully, he turned and found a small blond boy sitting on some steps watching him. Rhett didn't know him well, but he vaguely remembered someone talking about the near deaf and dumb kid who was friends with James Barnes.
He walked towards him, unsure if the boy would be able to hear his words. He frowned when the already tiny boy curled more in on himself, looking down. He raised his voice, making it as clear as it was at school.
"You want a sip?"
The boy slowly lifted his head. "What?"
Rhett frowned, raising his voice some more. "Do. You. Want. A. Sip?"
The boy jumped with every shout, as if afraid. He bit his lip and nodded slowly before stopping and quickly shaking his head, looking away. He looked so sad.
Rhett sat down next to him and held out his bottle, lowering his voice slightly so as to be heard, but not to scare the other blond.
"It's okay. Go on."
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Rhett wasn't himself without his coffee. He was a snack sort of person more than anything, often choosing to snack over eating actual meals, something that his roommate constantly fussed over, going so far as to hide the snacks and only place meals on the dining table. Coffee was his one true love, though he had no trouble falling asleep. Usually.
He stood in line in the coffee shop that was known for having a great view of Stark Tower—or Avengers Tower, he could never tell with its current name anymore, the billionaire changed it every other day it seemed.
He yawned, tapping his fingers idly against his leg as he continued walking in line. He thought about Stark Tower—though it really wasn't Stark's anymore as he had sold it—and quickly moved onto his previous owner, pursing his lips; he would have loved to have met the man. His roommate had and it would continuously be something he envied.
