[OOC: House of TM RP with
shadeof_grey and
iron_tony. Takes place after
this last night of happiness, on the morning of
Steve and Tony's anniversary party.]
“Stop!” Wanda yelled, holding her hands out in front of her. Steve found himself frozen, his face twisted into a grotesque, rage-filled grimace, his blood burning with anger-at Tony, at himself, at Wanda and
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The one comfort that was sustaining her was that she was surrounded by people who were stronger and more assured than she was. Wanda was fine, Tony was fine, Steve was fine. Especially Steve. Steve was as solid and dependable as they came.
So, on the morning of the party, the last thing she expected was to be awoken by a psychic distress call from Steve. Hastily she pulled on her robe and ran to the bathroom. Knocking on the door, she said, "What's wrong?" She tried to pretend that she wasn't hearing what she was hearing, but there was no way to deny the thoughts she was picking up. They were too distressed and scattered to understand, but whatever it was, it had to be bad. "Please open the door, Steve."
*OOC -- OMG, ( ... )
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This time, the anger in his voice is all hers. She answers his thought, not his words.
"So you secretly want to be fucking Anthony Stark? Christ, Steve, I am fucking him and I don't even want to be."
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"I didn't mean to imply that this is what you want, Jean," he continues. "I just don't know what to think about myself."
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