jamesbarnes-rp inquired:

James could feel his emotions trying to overpower him but he knew he had to be strong for her. Quietly walking into the room, James knelt down next to her and gathered her up in his arms, sliding down the bathroom wall, James didn't move to clean anything up, he just held Stephanie close to him, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.

jamesbarnes-rp:

avenginggirlscout:

Give me your reaction to finding my character lying on the bloodied floor after having a miscarriage.

It hurt, in more than one way. Her body aches, but that ache is nothing compared to the pain of loss. She doesn’t know what went wrong. Logically, she knows that these things happen. But, still. she cannot shake the idea it was her fault.  A child gone. 

Her arms wrap around James and she cries, burying her face in his shoulder. “Gotta - gotta go to the Doc, make, make sure… Make sure.” 

"I know, let’s get you cleaned up first okay?" James muttered, kissing her forehead before lifting her up easily setting her on the toilet as he drew her a bath. Once it was warm he eased her down into the warm water.

She nods numbly, not resisting when he lifts her off the floor. Her hands scrub at her eyes before pulling at her clothes. She won’t look at them beyond piling them on the floor. The warm water eases the cramping and physical unease, but Steph still half curls up on herself. Her hands rub away blood on her legs and cringes. She doesn’t look up from the pink water for a bit.

"Will you help me up, please?" It’ isn’t until she takes his hand that she looks up. "Sorry you - that this. I’m sorry you’re the one who found me, like this, James. Thank you, for helping. " 

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ussromanoff inquired:

Natasha sucked in a breath as she took in Steph on the floor. Her fingers griped the doorframe, visions of her own miscarriage coming to her mind as she looked at Steph. She shook her head not needing that right now. She sprang into action kneeling next to Stephanie and cradling her head. "Hey," she said softly, "We need to get you to a doctor."

Give me your reaction to finding my character lying on the bloodied floor after having a miscarriage.

"Nat," her voice is so tiny, pained.  She just - wants to wake up from this. "Hurts."  Steph doesn’t want to move, though she knows she has to. Still she doesn’t move for a long moment or two, stays curled in on herself. 

"Can you - can you get me my sweats? Please." 

jamesbarnes-rp inquired:

James could feel his emotions trying to overpower him but he knew he had to be strong for her. Quietly walking into the room, James knelt down next to her and gathered her up in his arms, sliding down the bathroom wall, James didn't move to clean anything up, he just held Stephanie close to him, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.

Give me your reaction to finding my character lying on the bloodied floor after having a miscarriage.

It hurt, in more than one way. Her body aches, but that ache is nothing compared to the pain of loss. She doesn’t know what went wrong. Logically, she knows that these things happen. But, still. she cannot shake the idea it was her fault.  A child gone. 

Her arms wrap around James and she cries, burying her face in his shoulder. “Gotta - gotta go to the Doc, make, make sure… Make sure.” 

jibblyuniverse:

tokidokifish:

inscarletsilence:

good christ steve your face

#their entire relationship in a single frame

Get your fucking hand off my shoulder before I star Spangle beat the shit outta you

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Give me your reaction to finding my character lying on the bloodied floor after having a miscarriage.

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victimnolonger inquired:

"You take such joy in pretending you're okay."

"I’m of no use to anyone sitting around crying over the past, M’am"

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I think you're awesome and I love writing with you. I have a lot of fun reading your writing

azukaluru inquired:

[[ *cough* >.> ]] ... Grim Reaper

send me ‘grim reaper’ for my muse’s response to yours dying in their arms

She’s got Azuka in a safe place, behind a barricade. The blood was coming too fast and she hasn’t got a damn thing to stop it. She pulls the other girl carefully into her lap, holds her hand. 

"It’s gonna be ok, Zu, we got help coming. They’ll patch that right up. Promise. Just breath easy and slow. I’m here." She pulls at her uniform to press a bundle of cloth to the wound. It was huge. There was no way she could close the wound. No way to save her friend. Steph pets Azuka’s hair and makes low soothing noises. It was the only thing she could do.


Grim reaper

send me ‘grim reaper’ for my muse’s response to yours dying in their arms

Steph saw Kate go down and started running. It went against everything she’d ever preached, ever practiced. She’s screeching for Tony and Clint to close the gap left by her in the line. 

"Hawkeye - Kate, hey, hey I got you." Dropping at her side, picking the woman up to get her out of the line of fire. "You’re -" She swallows, Kate’s lips are already turning blue. Her skin is pallid. "You’re gonna be o.k. doll, you’re gonna be ok." 

She has gauze, some thread, but nothing really capable of fixing the brunette’s wound. “Kate - you, you know, you know I care about you. Right? I’m not gonna let you go. You’re safe, you’re ok.” Don’t leave me, Kate. Dear God, don’t take her. Please don’t take her.

avianarcher:

He perked up as much as he could. A small smile graced his lips. “Meat lovers.” Standing, he made his way to the beer so she wouldn’t have to bring it to him and took one. “Thanks.”

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"Good call." She leans against the counter and grabs her phone. She loves that about this century - ordering pizza from her phone without calling anyone. 

"Where do you want start, Clint?" 

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