¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-18 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, steve rogers (captain america), tinkerbell |
Who: Steve Rogers and Tinkerbell
When: Early March
Where: Coffee shop
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Tink was dealing with some strange things. Not only was she Dreaming weird things, different stories that all seemed to run parallel, sometimes with similar faces and names, but most of the time they were completely different. The weirdest part that she’d had to deal with was waking up one morning after a very strange dream with wings on her back. Fairy wings. Like she’d had in the Dreams, only without Pixie dust she was grounded.
This morning she had some time off of work, so she decided to go out and have a cup of coffee, give Billy the run of the house for a while. She really wanted to stretch her wings and flutter about, but she didn’t dare risk it.
Steve was definitely dreaming strange dream things, too. Well, his dreams seemed done, but he’d had lots of people tell him they’ve met in other universes or something, so it was pretty likely it’d come up somehow. But his dreams were full of people he’d never met in person, and a lot of them he wished were here. In an effort to get out of the house, he went for a walk and ended up deciding to get coffee.
Tink turned around when someone came into the coffee shop behind her. She gave the guy a smile, and turned back around. ...then she realized she’d seen his face before. She turned back around, looking at the newcomer quizzically. Though, she didn’t say anything yet. She just studied him. Awkward.
Steve hadn’t noticed the woman at first. Well, he had, and when she looked at him, he smiled at her. Then he glanced around a bit until he realized he was being watched. After a moment of trying to pretend he didn’t notice, he cracked a smile. “Um. Hi.”
"Hello." Tink responded. Her eyes narrowed. "How do I know you?" She asked, honestly trying to figure it out for herself. She was starting to get irritated that she didn't know.
Steve blinked again. “Um. One of those faces, maybe?” he offered. Because he couldn’t really figure out how she might know him, either. Unless - “Er. Are you on a thing called Valarnet, by any chance?”
“OH!” Tink responded, nearly jumping as recognition hit her. She lifted a hand and pointed it up toward his face. “Yes! Valarnet! That’s how I know you!” She was beaming brightly now, much more friendly than she’d been only ten seconds before. “I’m Tink!”
Even Steve looked more relaxed. He was worried she thought he was someone that owed her money or something, so this was much better. “Nice to meet you. I’m Steve."
"Pleasure's all mine," Tink said, reaching out to shake his hand. "We chatted on valarnet once about how weird the dreams are, right?"
“-- Yeah, I think we did.” Steve brightened at the memory. “About … People who are in the dreams, but not here? And how strange it is to miss them, right?”
“Yeah! That’s right!” Tink said, nodding and smiling. She was glad that he remembered. “We talked about a support group. That really stuck out in my mind. It’s a good idea, yeah?”
“We did.” He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I think it’s probably more common than we might know, people being missed. Some people might benefit from having people to talk about it to.”
“Yeah, absolutely.” Tink said, nodding. “I mean, I have friends in my dreams that don’t exist in this world. That I know of, anyway. And it’s weird to miss them as much as I do--especially considering they don’t… y’know… exist.”
“Me too.” Steve smiled, a bit sadly. He usually carried Peggy’s picture on him, even though he’d never met her beyond the encounters in the dream. It just felt like the right thing to do. “But I do have a few that are here, so it’s not so bad.”
“Yeah? That’s awesome. I don’t have any from my dreams.” Tink said, musing aloud. “Though I think my older brothers may be my friends in my dreams? But I’m not sure. Anyway, it’s weird because it’s like mourning someone who’s not really dead.”
“Yeah. I’m glad they’re here, but sometimes I feel guilty when I think they can’t really substitute for the one person I seem to be missing most of all.” He just shrugged, shuffling forward in the line. “But that’s life, I guess.”
Tink moved with him, taking a moment in silence to wonder who she missed most of all. Terence? Maybe. Or Silvermist? Or Rosetta? Or Fawn? No. It had to be Peri she missed the most. Her sister. Born of the same laugh.
“That’s life.” She said, giving a sigh. “It’s my sister I miss the most, I think.”
“That makes sense,” he said, giving her a bit of a sad smile. “Family and all. I don’t blame you.”
“Funny thing… I didn’t know her until much later. I mean, as far as the story goes, we were born of the same laugh--but then separated. She’s a Winter Fairy, and I’m a Tinker Fairy. So I can’t go into the Winter Woods for fear of ripping or breaking my wings. And there’s no cure for a broken wing.” Tink explained. “Well, the only cure is matching your wings up with your sister. Which I was able to do in my dreams. Turns out Frosting the wings keeps them safe.” Way to babble, Tink.
Steve listened politely and with interest. There were so many dream worlds, it boggled his mind. It was nice to know that his wasn’t the only strange and convoluted thing happening. “It’s a good thing you found her, then.”
“Oh man, yes. I don’t know what I would have done if my wing had stayed torn. It would have been awful. There’s this guy whose wing broke… he was a Winter Fairy in love with a Fairy who lived in the Summer Woods? It was a romance frought with difficulty.” Blah blah blah. Tink stepped forward in line until she was second to the register. “...sorry, just kinda feels good to talk about it.” She should probably babble at her husband more about this sort of thing.
“Hey, no,” Steve held up his hands. “I totally understand.” He had no one really to babble to about his things. Maybe Bucky, but Bucky was currently dealing with his own things and Steve thought it was better to be there for him. “By all means, do what you need to.”
Tink laughed. “I should be paying you by the hour for this, or something.” She said, teasing. “Or you should set up one of those long sofas, you know? Like in a Shrink’s office?”
He gave a chuckle. “Nah, I’d be no good at that.” Steve motioned a bit, signaling to Tink that it was her turn to order now.
“Oh! Sorry.” Tink stepped forward and ordered her drink, then gave the barista an extra $5 to pay for Steve’s drink, and put the rest in their tip jar. She turned back around and gave him a grin. “Well, anyway, you know how to reach me if you’re serious about forming that support group.” She said, taking a couple of steps toward the door.
Steve was a bit thrown off by having Tink pay for his drink, so he just put the money he’d planned on using into the tip jar as well. Then he gave Tink a wave. “Absolutely. Have a good one!”