Hazy Blue Flames (Stiles X Captain America)

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After Stiles leaves New York, he and Steve texts each other every day. Simple little things that they want each other to know. Stiles teaches Steve how to use Skype before he left because he knows the wisps won't always let him have a piggy back ride to Brooklyn. Every few days, they will set up a call. Mostly at early dawn for Stiles or sometimes late in the night. They try not to call when one should be asleep.

Stiles has been training with his magic for a while now. When he arrives back in Beacon Hills, he hounds Deaton to teach him magic. But the old man wasn't being helpful so he had to figure out everything all on his own. He wants to instantly visit Steve. Turns out teleportation is a lot trickier than he had imagined. He had blasted his origami swan the first time he tried it. But he can use other magic now which is extremely beneficial to a boy running with wolves. It's not what he is aiming for so skype has to make do for the mean time.

So he practices on his spare time when he is all alone. He's not trying to hide anything from the pack but he can use magic better when no one is constantly watching him. Sometimes he'll make his bed sheets fix themselves just for the sake of practice. Most of the time he'll practice at the woods several meters away from his back yard. He'll make the fallen leaves fly or make flowers glow and bloom. Sometimes he'll heal dying plants or injured animals. Patch a crack pavement. Simple stuff until magic comes as easy as breathing.

Sometimes he and Steve make plans. They'd meet up somewhere. Sometimes to a beach. Sometimes to a tourist spot. And after making Steve watch a ton of Disney movies, they finally went to the Disneyland at South Cali.

Stiles drags Steve around. And somehow, they keep on holding hands or they are always touching. And when they are riding the Ferris wheel, they were staring across the sky. When they face each other, the sun was in a perfect angle and Steve looks so amazing bathed in the warm embers of a setting sunlight. Stiles leans slowly giving the man time to stop him but he doesn't. Instead, Steve met Stiles half way and they kiss while the sun is setting down the horizon. It is chaste, almost fleeting like the twilight. But just as magical. Steve takes his hand and doesn't let go even when the ride stops, even with all the people looking at them. It felt just right. Stiles doesn't blush and shy like a high school love struck girl. He doesn't. He tries to stop smiling, biting his lips but he can't help himself. And Steve is smiling back at him.

After several months, he manages to teleport himself but he almost dies doing it. One minute he is outside with magic swirling around him and then the next he was at Steve's. But it took a tall toll. He had given more than he had. He is suddenly so weak and he almost collapses. He knocks on Steve's door and there, Steve found him paler than usual, almost ashen.

It takes just one look before Steve springs into action. He immediately takes Stiles inside and lays him on his couch. Steve gives him some water. Stiles notices Steve's deep worry and fear furrowing between his golden eyebrows. Not to forget, the older man had not let go of his hands, like he is afraid he will disappear if he let go.

Stiles places his hand over Steve's and squeezes it gently. Steve asks what happened after Stiles feels a bit better. Color must have come back on his face.

"I tried doing something but I'm still not strong enough to do it properly. I'm fine, Steve. I just feel so tired."

Stiles stays the night. Steve won't buy any of Stile's reason to leave. No one, apart from his family, has expressed care and concern as much as Steve has now. It pulls something in his heart and something washes over him like a warm, soft blanket in a cold, winter night. Steve insists Stiles take the bed and he will sleep on the couch.

"Steve, the bed is big enough for both of us. Or do you not want to sleep with me?" Stiles said.

Steve flushes deep red like he'd explode. His brows furrow heavily as sign that he is thinking heavily. "I know things are more... are faster now. But I want to do us right."