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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STEVE FOUND ONLY ONE SODA BOTTLE WHEN HE WENT TO GO SIT.
While surprised, he didn't think much of it, brushing it aside with the notion that he most likely didn't have enough money for two; he couldn't just expect the boy to buy soda for the both of them all the time. As usual, he didn't touch it unless prompted to, as he was afraid to anger the boy lest he assumed wrong, especially since there was now only one bottle.
He watched as the other blond boy went up to bat, looking more angry that he had in some time. Steve wondered what was wrong. As the boy ran, he corrected his observation; the boy wasn't angry, he was annoyed.
He frowned when he made it to home base without so much as a smile. His eyes followed him as he made his way to the soda, opening it harshly and taking a swig.
"Are you okay?" he called out, unable to help himself.
The boy turned to look at him and Steve braced himself, ready to fight back and defend himself, even from someone who he was sure was his friend.
Finally, the boy sighed, rolling the bottle in his hands. "Shouldn't you be with James?"
So that was it. Steve stood up then, albeit shakily, and took the bottle from Rhett's hand, taking a swig without asking. The boy just stared at him, shocked. Steve handed it back with a lopsided grin.
"I like being with you."
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It was midway into November and Steve was wearing a tight t-shirt. He had been consistently showing up to teach art to the kids for a good few weeks and, needless to say, Rhett was having a difficult time understanding some of the things he did.
The man tended to fiddle with his glasses when talking to people, as if afraid that they would stop working. When he first started, he had reverted to the voice he used when talking to civilians—loud and clear, inspiring, in a sense—but had slowly grown out of it, talking like any other person. When he was teaching he tended to use a lot of hand gestures, but went perfectly still when asked a question he wasn't prepared for, waiting a few moments before answering, in the same authoritative voice he used to use, at least until he grew out of it.
Now, he used slang.
"I didn't know you could talk normal," he drawled, grinning as Steve went about cleaning up the mess the kids had left before they went off to lunch.
Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So I use 'got' sometimes, it ain't a crime. You gonna sue me or somethin'?"
"Why do you hide it?" Rhett asked, pushing off of his desk to stand next to him, helping with the clean up, "Your accent, I like it."
