An incident. Those words on the screen are some of the most terrifying she'd ever read because she had absolutely no idea what they meant. Steve said he was fine, but he might say that if he'd broken a leg and punctured a damn leg. If anyone else had been hurt, he'd have said so outright, and he wouldn't be coming home. Whatever this incident was, it wasn't serious enough to warrant his staying at HQ, but he sure as hell wouldn't have mentioned it if really was nothing.
So, she was just a little bit panicked.
Okay. I'll be here.
What else was she supposed to say? She couldn't badger him for an explanation via text. Well, she could, but she'd get a lot more information when she could see his expression, hear his voice, wrap her arms around him... No, no panicking. Stop it.
It was instinct that had her moving around the apartment, making sure all the windows were open to let in fresh air, the fall breeze drifting through the apartment to spread the scent of the apple pie she'd just pulled from the oven. A need to comfort that had her putting on one of Steve's favorite records, hoping it would help soothe over whatever had happened that day. And then all she could do was wait, nerves eating her up inside while she played with the sleeves of her sweater and fidgeted on the couch.
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Date: 2017-03-29 02:22 am (UTC)So, she was just a little bit panicked.
Okay. I'll be here.
What else was she supposed to say? She couldn't badger him for an explanation via text. Well, she could, but she'd get a lot more information when she could see his expression, hear his voice, wrap her arms around him... No, no panicking. Stop it.
It was instinct that had her moving around the apartment, making sure all the windows were open to let in fresh air, the fall breeze drifting through the apartment to spread the scent of the apple pie she'd just pulled from the oven. A need to comfort that had her putting on one of Steve's favorite records, hoping it would help soothe over whatever had happened that day. And then all she could do was wait, nerves eating her up inside while she played with the sleeves of her sweater and fidgeted on the couch.