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Hope I’m not waking you. You seen Thor recently?

Hey Steve, it's Jack.

I'm not sure if the Fluids will work in the Great Sleep, and I know it'll probably get dangerous, so I wanted to let you know there's another way you can reach me if you get into trouble and need some help.

It's kind of weird, but since I'm part angel, I can hear prayers? It doesn't have to be anything special, you can even say "Jack, get over here" and that works. Just start talking out loud and say my name like you're trying to talk to me. I'll hear it and teleport straight to you.

Edited 2019-07-12 18:33 (UTC)

[ Gwen wasn't expecting Cap to get her anything, so she scrambles to get him something in return. I'm the end, she delivers to his doorstep a nice pair of fur-lined leather gloves, with a note that reads, "Gotta keep those drawing hands warm this season!" ]

[one, if not all of them, may well have felt like they were being watched recently. that's because they were. specifically, but a masked teenager who was just looking for a location to drop off the box that ends up under their tree in the days leading up to christmas. he isn't sure if they all live together or not. but after finding out where one of the three lived, that's where the gift had ended up.

inside the box is a set of three snowmen, each customised to match. (cap's shield on the hat. a star on the other. a feather on the last- sorry, sam. he doesn't know your symbol yet). to go with it is a quickly scrawled out note that reads:

Mr Barnes, Mr Wilson, and Mr Rogers.

I'm not sorry that I didn't trust you when I got here. But I know that things change in the future, and I know that none of you are bad people.

I'd like to get to know the three of you better, if you'd let me. But if not, I won't blame you for it.

Either way, Happy Holidays.

Peter

[ She'd meant to do this sooner and then everything had kind of fallen apart and she felt guilty if she'd inadvertently caused Steve any grief. Once things were about as handled as they could be in the other aspects of her life, Julia adjusting to having magic again with a barely formed clear purpose and direction... She'd set out to correct some unintentional wrongs.

With a lot of help, she'd put together a somewhat over the top basket of art supplies - covering multiple mediums and weights of paper. She'd been able to put together some of it, the memories of when she'd thought she was an architect bubbling up. But, blueprints and renderings for building designs left her knowledge of the more colorful elements lacking. She ends up with charcoals, pastels, acrylic paints, oil and watercolor paints, pencils, varying sizes of paint knives and brushes, palettes, and one box of cheap markers she'd thrown in to be a smart ass. Honestly, if she'd been able to find one of those containers ever kid in the 90s had with the super cheap art supplies, she absolutely would have thrown it into the basket. Lastly, she includes an assortment of teas and coffees as a final nod to how they'd met. The package is delicately wrapped and bundled for transport, having had it delivered to him after doing some investigating of her own and asking very sweetly around town. Amazing what a library manager can track down when she puts some effort into it - especially when she shared what she wanted delivered. Attached to the basket is a handwritten note, finding it more personal than a text. ]

Thank you for being a very good friend to a total stranger when I needed one. Meant to send this sooner, but I got sent home for a little bit. [ And that had been a lot. Putting together the basket had honestly been a welcome distraction. ] Hope you enjoy and if you're willing to meet me at Jane Dough Bakery and Cafe tonight, I'd love the chance to talk. As us.

- Jules

this place is fucking creepy. I actually miss Deerington. where are you?

[ The are you okay? is heavily implied, because Steve had saved him even when he hadn't know who they were. ]

[ Things hadn't been great lately. For a birthday month, Deerington was really giving her a run for her money on gifts. Once upon a time, she'd have done a whole birthday week building up to the actual celebration with her friends while here, she was watching friends die and once again feeling helpless to stop it. So, she does what she can to combat the people in white and reaching out to those she cares about to make sure they're safe. Barricaded in her office at the library, she tries to calm herself enough so it's not just a stream of nonsensical words.

Before the call comes through, Steve would have more than likely felt the surge of panic entangled with disorganized rapid-fire thoughts akin to 'oh god, oh god -- Waverly-- Wynonna can't -- shit-- how--' ]

Please tell me you're okay. [ She would have probably known, but it's better to have the confirmation for herself. Something semi-tangible to ease things until she can actually see him. ]

It's Kady.

( You know, Julia's scarier bff, maybe walked in on some song-and-kisses, maybe glowered aggressively. That Kady. She'd be more alarming and show up without warning, but Julia said something that's prompted her to soften her approach, so. Here she is. Being courteous. )

Can we meet up?

[This whole strings thing was weird, especially after a very awkward encounter with Bucky that should leave her feeling less inclined to be around him. It's done the exact opposite though, and she's fighting against it every second she's at F.E.A.R. HQ. There is some distraction from those thoughts of Bucky though, once she catches sight of another string. One that was different to the one that was 'tied' to Bucky.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Skye follows the string until she comes across Steve in the gym.]

Uh, hey.

[Either this was going to be awkward or really awkward.]

My place. 7 pm Pizza and drinks?

[~~Hi Steve.~~]

Hey is bucky with you?

There's still a bit of time left in this day
so I wanted to wish you happy birthday
since apparently that's a thing today.

Hey. You're into art and stuff, right?

( hi steve, how are you doing, what's new with you )

[ An extended weekend away had been on the list for awhile, though circumstances never seemed to pan out. So, with the walls now being covered in everyone's rumors, she decided right now was the best time. She'd rented a campsite at the National Park and with the help of Eliot and Q, they'd warded and enchanted everything for maximum protection and some other creature comforts/accessibility that might not have been able to happen normally.

A paper airplane finds Steve early on the 4th with a note in Julia's handwriting --

Happiest of birthdays. I've set up a little scavenger hunt to lead you to where I am if you're interested in playing along. I promise it'll be worth it. If you hit a roadblock, write back for help on this note and fold it back up before throwing it into the wind.

- Julia

The scavenger hunt will have him pack a bag for warm weather, grab a lantern at her flower shop, grab a picnic basket from her house that's been enchanted to stay cold and is fully loaded with all sorts of goodies, and the last item is a map of the campground at the park with an X where she's set up and a time to arrive right before sunset. ]

[ Inside Steve's mailbox, there is a nondescript white envelope with his name on it. Inside, there is a colorful pog, with a message written on the back in silver fine-tipped sharpie. There's no stamp on the envelope, implying that it was hand delivered rather than mailed. ]

it's been real.
it's been weird.
it's been real weird.

see you on the flip side!
– GP

[ The pog is enchanted with dream magic, so that it can be given as a gift, but cannot be lost, stolen, or destroyed. ]

June 14th-Early AM

text, before going into the great sleep

Xmas gift!

backdated to christmas.

A little before he sends the portrait, after she's back from canon update

text; un: barnes

On the 20th, a little after Waverly's death on the network