Holy mother of all crossovers. I NEED THIS LIKE AIR. BECAUSE JACK WOULD STILL BE THERE. AFLODKJF AL;SDKJF;DIFJA;OEIFN
SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT
BUT I NEED MORE.
OH MY GOD THIS IS BEYOND PERFECT
SOMEONE WRITE THE SHIT OUT OF THEM REUNITING PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN CHILD
THIS THIS THIS ^^^
Without him, the super-soldier was lost. Readjusting to the 21st century was proving a struggle and tiresome, and he was beginning to detest the world of which he’d fallen into. Wars, poverty, suffering of all kind; just how much had he missed? Surely it would have been better to die that day than to wake up realising that so much cruelty had passed. His faith in the world was draining, as was his faith in humanity.
Steve missed him; he knew he did. He missed his Jack. Like it was said; without him, the super-soldier was lost. A smile rarely drew itself upon his face, his thoughts cast back to his own world, his time. His time with him. To think that he was to never see Jack again hurt him deeply. No matter the admiring glances and flirtatious remarks from others, Steve simply could not move on.
He’d taken to the café again, sat sketching the buildings with a cup of coffee. He hardly paid attention to the quality of the drawing as he allowed the ink to lace itself into the paper. He had often thought of finding a way of contacting his Jack again at times like this, but alas, thoughts continued to tighten his chest with anxiety; surely the scythe of time had aged his Jack, were he still alive? Or worse still, what if death had already claimed him? Such thoughts brought the pain of loss back to the blue of his gaze.
He paused suddenly, pen kept to the paper as he felt a hand upon his shoulder, his entire body becoming rigid.
“Can I help you?” The super-soldier questioned politely, although he felt no need to glance up at the stranger.
“Yeah, Cap’.” Replied the voice, to which Steve was certain he felt his heart stop; he recognised that voice. Surely it couldn’t be- no, that was impossible. Or was it? His thought process panicked at first, his body refusing to cooperate and twist to face the other. It took a tremendous amount of determination and willpower over his body, but he gradually craned his neck to face them.
That smile, the twinkle in his eyes- there was no mistaking it.
And he supposedly hadn’t aged a day.
Steve desperately attempted to form words, eyes blown wide with sheer, and utter disbelief. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, not a single sound or syllable able to pass his lips. A small, humoured laugh came from Jack, his smile broadening into that charming grin Steve had missed so much.
“Hey, Cap’.” Jack greeted, his voice soft with affection.
“We had a date.”