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[oldglory]

[ smh ]

Well, I don't like to brag. [ But desperate times. ]

So I guess that means I'm not cut off?

[smashed]

[ Um, he should be used to TJ's irrationality by now. ]

This is me you're talking to, Steve. Brag away.

No. You're not. Probably.

[oldglory]

[ He is. He can still shake his head at it. ]

That's all I have to brag about. [ He doesn't even feel right bragging about his super soldier abilities, it's not like he did anything to get them except the bare minimum: not die from being injected with the serum. ]

Don't tell me you need more convincing. Not sure I have anything else to offer.

[smashed]

[ Don't be so judgmental. ]

I'm sure there's more than that.

[ And one day TJ will be comfortable enough and tell Steve everything he can brag about. ]

I'll wait until I get some in person convincing.

1/2

[oldglory]

[ He's the one getting slapped, he can be whatever he wants. ]

Not much.

[ Steve won't know what to do when that day comes. ]

I can do in person convincing.

[ His fingers hover over the screen as he debates tapping out the words I miss you, when another message pops up. From Hill. ]

[oldglory]

[ He sighs, but he's not sure whether he's more annoyed or relieved. ]

Looks like it'll be sooner than later. Duty calls.

[smashed]

[ STOP BEIN A BITCH.

But boo :( this is not fun anymore. ]

Stay safe. Come back in one piece.

[oldglory]

[ As he gets up off the floor, a soft, warm smile curves his lips. ]

Shouldn't be a problem. [ He doesn't say TJ gives him a reason to make it back in one piece, but he thinks it in some corner of his mind. ] See you soon.

[ For a moment he stands there, phone in hand, feeling like he should say something else. But then another message from Hill comes in, and he fires off a curt response before tucking his phone away, grabbing the rest of his gear, and heading out. ]