orangetoughguy | phone post

[Answering after the fourth ring.] Yo.

Hello, Mr. Orange? It's Steve Rogers.

Steve? What's up?

[YOU DON'T CALL OFTEN SO.]

[GOD MAYBE HE SHOULD CALL MORE OFTEN sob]

Do you like apple pie?

....Sure. Nothing's wrong with apple pie...

[Oh, good.]

Would you like to come over for a slice?

[IF ONLY THIS WAS CODE FOR A HOOK UP, THEN HE'D INVITE LARRY. But this is Cap so something else is up.]

Okay...thanks. I'll be over.

You know how to get to my apartment, right? If not I can meet you somewhere, or tell you my address.

Just tell me where the pie is, man.

[In case Steve moved at some point, otherwise it's still nice to not act like he simply knows his way there.]

[His address is given!]

I'll see you soon!

[KNOCK KNOCK. Nothing loud. Just two knocks. Seriously, Steve, what's this all about.]

[Steve opens the door and lets Freddy in with one motion. His apartment is clean - there are some old-fashioned propaganda-style posters on the wall, and there's no sign of Bucky or the dog.]

Hello, come on in.

Hey.

[Shuffling in, Freddy's taking a look around too like he's discovered a new place.]

So what did you take up baking or something?

I wouldn't have invited you over if I had made it, I like you, Freddy.

[Yes, the door is already closed when he says his name.]

Bucky brought it home, we already ate most of it.

[There's just a brief turn of his head for hearing his name spoken by someone other than Larry but as quickly as it came it's gone. He knows Steve's no knucklehead, the doors are shut and the place is empty.]

Give me a break, I've got a strong stomach.

[If only Steve really knew just how strong. He pats himself over his still post-desert taut belly.]

Ask Bucky about my attempt at making spaghetti sometime.

[He leads Freddy to the kitchen where the pie is still sitting in the box. He begins by cutting a couple of slices]

Pictures would make it better.

[Food is food and Freddy here is ready to dig into his slice of good old american apple pie. He won't ask what else Steve wants though, if only to let the guy say it himself and also to not presume Captain America might actually have ulterior motives. That'd be unpatriotic.]

[He laughs a little and hands Freddy a plate with pie. No whipped cream but it looks delicious]

Anyway, it probably wouldn't kill you, but it would make you wish it had. We ate out a lot.

Oh yeah?

[We? As in Bucky and me? Fork in hand, om nom nom nom nom. He's shoveling the pie up pretty fast for a guy with a still healing shoulder, but at least Freddy's out of the sling.]

Yeah. The diner down the street pretty much knew what we'd order each day.

[He takes a bite of his own pie]

And here too.

Nice to have somethin' pretty regular and stable around this kind of place.

[Chomp chomp chomp chew. Yes he spoke with his mouth semi-full.]

It's more stable than the last few months back home were.

[A pause]

I didn't realize how much I needed him around.

He's your wingman right? Besides he's from home, of course you need him around.

[Freddy's picking at the crumbs now, he's gonna clean his plate for sure.]

[He looks a little confused.]

We were land troops, neither of us fly planes.

Uh...it's an expression...nevermind, it just means you guys rely on each other.

[He's rubbing his finger around the plate to pick up more crumbs.]

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