Do you ever have that moment when a kid is looking at you and you realize that they’re looking at you as a grown up? Then its like no child im a children too, dont. Im sorry my outward appearance confuses you.
Scott McCall/Steve Rogers: "Are you flirting with me?"
Oh my god, bless you and bless your family and your cow. I am intimidated by this prompt because I don’t think I can do it justice.
"That must come in handy." Steve says as he watches the sword wound in the kid’s side heal up before his eyes. He thinks of him as "the kid" both because it seems too weird to think of him as "the werewolf" and to remind himself that he really is just a kid, just a few days after his 21st birthday, he knows because of the gleeful way the kid showed his id to the bartender earlier that evening, before they ended up fighting some rusty, but surprisingly effective clockwork hydra soldiers. Which was after Clint introduced the kid as, "A friend of a friend, and also a werewolf. No, really. Show him" and Steve had watched the his eye’s glow red and claws and fur sprout.
So, he’s just a kid, Scott, but he’s a gorgeous kid, with warm, coffee-brown eyes, an adorably crooked jawline and dimples, seriously, dimples. Steve gets a flash of those dimples when Scott smiles at him and says, “You have no idea.”
Steve finds it easy to slip into a low, playful tone, the kind of easy joking that doesn’t really mean anything, isn’t really anything but banter after a rough fight. But the kid must see right through him, maybe there’s some special werewolf sense, because Scott says, right before they walk out of the alley, ”Are you flirting with me, Steve?”
Steve decides to go for broke and says, “Maybe? What if I was?” in a challenging tone. Scott lets out a soft growl, but he’s smiling, with those damn dimples, the whole time. When Steve stretches out a hand and runs his fingers over the spot where the bloody wound had been just a few minutes before, but is now just an expanse of smooth, golden brown skin, Scott lets out a shaky breath. Steve hasn’t done this in a while, and he probably would have stayed like that for hours, staring at this beautiful, miraculous boy, running his hand over the skin of his stomach, but Scott steps forward and grins in a way that Steve can’t resist thinking of as “predatory”, an presses his lips against Steve’s.
It’s almost a blur after that, but Steve makes sure he gets a chance to cradle Scott’s charmingly crooked jaw in his hands while they kiss, gets a chance to swallow the kid’s soft moans as he palms the front of his jeans, gets to press his face in the kid’s hair and moan himself as Scott unbuttons his pants, gets to see Scott’s sunny, dimpled smile after he comes. And he gets to catch his breath, sweaty and sticky and wrapped in the warm, broad embrace of this impossible, beautiful creature. He makes a note to thank Clint and Clint’s mysterious “friend”, who is probably, he wonders, the reasons for Clint’s pattern of sudden flights to Paris every few months.
Of course, Scott tell Stiles. He tells him immedietely. He calls him up at four in the morning and before Stiles has a chance to complain he says, “I had sex with Captain America in an alley off Dupont Circle” and just sits there smugly after Stiles drops the phone.
I have the worst luck. I’ve broken five computers and four laptops but I’ve finally learnt my lesson. After losing my work so many times, I have been great at rewriting because I’d never backed anything up.
Take it from me:
Even if you backup your work in one external source from your computer, back it up online or in as many places as you can
Back up according to how much valuable work you have so if you save work/programs frequently, back up once every week
If you have a Windows computer, go onto Control Panel and search “back up”. Click on the first link and follow through from there
Do not wait until it’s too late
I may add more information on if I can think of any, but here are some useful links on some other ways to back up your computer: