Steven Rogers (ex_stevengro92) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-11-09 21:17:00 |
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It had been a week since his run in with the ghost of his father and he was finally able to get out of bed without getting pouty looks from Steve, or Bucky. Even little Stevie had joined in on the pouting there for a bit. He was still sore, but the bruises were that ugly yellowish brown that meant they were healing. He was tempted to use make up to cover what was left of the black eye but didn't see a point. After lunch, Steven went out to sit on the porch and just think. He wondered if he'd have another run in with that ghost or if he really was safe. Steven took a seat on the porch steps and sighed heavily as he looked out at the yard. |