theywhowereborntofight &&. kelly
She lets out what can only be called a yell of pure frustration. It feels like talking to a brick wall. A very wonderful brick wall who she loved more than anyone in this world, but a brick wall all the same. “You don’t get to judge the rules if you didn’t help make them!” her hands clenched and unclenched, lifting as she let out another groan of frustration. “Tony told you would could amend them. We’d help Barnes. I said it then, at least we could have one hand on the wheel. And that’s what we did” She takes a deep breath in again, head tipping back. She understood the point he was making, she could see perfectly why Steve thought the way he did. “I haven’t forgotten Steve. I was right there with you through all of it. But the UN isn’t the World Security Council and Tony isn’t Alex Pierce.”
“And it’s the thing I’ve always loved about you.” She realizes, even in her attempt to not fight with him, to not say something she didn’t mean, she still managed to hurt Steve. Kelly never wanted that. Not once had the Dragon ever wanted to make the man she loved feel less than. “You never give up. No matter what. When you believe you’re right you stick to that belief no matter what. And as much as I admire it, it infuriates the fuck out of me sometimes because you won’t hear anyone else.”
Hand runs through her hair as she rises back up off the bed and crosses to where the solider is standing. “Nothing yet, but it won’t be long I’m sure. Thanos knows we’re here, knows Vision is here. Couple of hours and we’ll be back on a battlefield. I’ve called in every available ranger possible, anyone with access to their powers, any teams the council could spare.” Right hand reaches up, fingers running through hair that was longer than the last time she had seen it. “I like the new look. It suits you.”
Steve wanted to ask when he had the opportunity to help make the rules. Especially in the instance of the Accords. That was something beyond his control and he would’ve been very open to negotiating what were and weren’t good ideas. But, as it stood, there was a sense of do it or else and he had the bad habit of puffing up when his back was pushed into a wall. They’d only end up talking in more circles, though. This was an argument that was about two years old at this point. Time hadn’t changed either of their views, it seemed. So, there was little point in rehashing the same damaging words. He didn’t come to kick up old dust. He came to help. Every news agency he came across had been reporting that Tony was whisked off world, which left Earth with an incredible hole in it’s front line. Nothing had been said about Fury’s pet Ranger but, given the circumstances, and Orion’s missing presence in the building Steve could only assume that he was with Tony.
Eyebrows bounce up at the unexpected turn in the conversation. If the soldier didn’t know any better he’d say Kelly’s tone was softening. Lips part as if wanting to refute. To argue. To continue on with the anger that permeated the room seconds before. But as the silence crept in, there was a noticeable shift. The soldier tilted his head to the side and it’s only then that he realized his fingers had been digging into his covered palms. For two years he held this woman in his heart. She’d been his guiding light just as she had been in their relationship.
Thankfully, the conversation moves forward. Whether because she’s done with it or not willing to go back to the yelling Steve is unsure. Eyes remain transfixed on the fingers that drag through her dark locks. It’s so easy to remember all the nights when Steve lay in their bed doing the exact same thing. At the time, it had been an extremely relaxing motion. He could actually fall asleep with his fingers tangled in Kelly’s hair. “ What? “ Only when the Ranger is much closer does Steve realize she moved. And spoken. He clears his throat, searching for the words he missed while stuck in his own mind. Tony. They’d been talking about Tony. “ Didn’t expect you to approve of the star, “ he looks down at his chest to idly pull at a frayed thread. “ Took a long time for this damn thing to not itch. “ Steve then raises his fingers to smooth down the beard. “ You look good, too. Haven’t aged a day. “