Any type 1’s out there wake up and can’t see very well? Like everything is foggy or blurry but then after a few hours your vision gets better?
Totally forgot I made these Infinity War Vines like an eternity ago:
Stephen Graham, The Gentle Art of Tramping (1926).
I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this, but the three new Disney+ shows are on the service (NO SHOWS YET, THE TRAILER IS THE SUPERBOWL SPECIAL). Nothing new, but they can be added to your watchlist. I also enjoy the release date of 12/31/3000 😂
She Sings When She’s Sad (One Shot)
Summary: Steve thinks Hyacinth is adjusting well to life at the Avengers Compound, till Wanda breaks the news to him.
Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Hyacinth (Marvel OC), brief Wanda x Vision
Warning(s): Super soft Steve, tooth rotting fluff, and angry-crying
Author Note: The song lyrics used in this are both Disney songs. The first being “On my way” by Phil Collins and the other “The Second Star to the Right” by Judd Conlon
Steve made his way down one of the numerous halls of the Avenger’s Compound, focused on the documents in his hand, a horrible habit he maintained from the forties. The ability to walk and read without bumping into anything. However the sound of a distant voice and music pulled the captain from his report, both feet still as he came to a halt. Music fluttered from Hyacinth’s room where her door stood slightly ajar. Steve didn’t dare invade her privacy by peaking inside, no, he simply stood and listened to her sing. “So tell ‘em all I’m on my way, new friends and new places to seeeeee! And to sleep under the stars who could ask for more? With the moon keeping watch oooover meeeee!” She sang in time to the song. Steve couldn’t help but smile, glad to know the girl seemed to be adjusting well.
The Captain disappeared inside his office for a small time to file paperwork and such. He didn’t emerge again till about lunch time where he met Wanda and Vision in the kitchen. The android had a passionate determination to master the art of Sokovian food, so sometimes he and Wanda would occupy the kitchen for hours baking and cooking.
“What is it this week?” Steve asked with a curious grin.
Vision looked up from the instructions Wanda had given him, “A deep-fried dough traditionally served with garlic oil, sour cream and I believe, grated cheese?”
“He means Lángos,” Wanda translated with a chuckle.
Steve watched the interaction with soft eyes, it always did him good to see teammates- lovers, in this case, get along. While he brewed himself a cup of coffee he couldn’t help but drift back to the music three halls down.
“Wanda, has Hyacinth ever performed?” Steve leaned against the counter while he stirred a spoonful of sugar into his coffee. “She has a beautiful voice.”
A frown chased away her smile and her shoulders fell, “Is she singing?”
“She is, I heard her on my way down the hall, why the concern?” Blonde brows furrowed as he took a sip from his mug, blue eyes locked on the scarlet witch.
“Hyacinth, she uhm,” Distress made itself painfully aware as she fidgeted with her rings, “She sings when she’s sad.”
Steve’s face fell at the news, how had Hyacinth hidden it so well? She seemed to be in genuine, good spirits when he passed her door. Now it begged the question of did he give her space or try to talk with her? Hyacinth was a stubborn girl, even more stubborn than Bucky when it came to expressing bottled up emotions. Vision seemed to catch onto the Captain’s thoughts as his words pulled Steve out of his thoughts.
“According to the internet, Scientific studies show that singing when depressed helps to release endorphins,” The Android informed.
Ocean eyes landed on Wanda with a perked brow, “She gonna be okay?”
“You can try talking to her,” Wanda offered as she resumed cooking. “I can’t promise she’ll actually open up though.”
After finishing his coffee Steve set the mug in the sink and made his way back down the hall he’d come from. A nervous hand combed through blonde locks as he tried to figure out what he would even say to her. Listening wasn’t necessarily one of Hyacinth’s strong suits, the woman disobeyed orders left and right without a care in the world.
Three knuckles rapped against her door, music still echoing from within, “Hyacinth?”
“Friday, can you let Hyacinth know I’m outside?” Steve stood straighter, rested his hands on his belt, he wouldn’t just barge into her room without her permission.
“Apologies, Captain Rogers,” Friday replied. “But all communication to ms. Estrella’s room is currently disabled, per her request.”
A low growl rumbled in the soldier’s chest. So she wasn’t giving him a choice. With a sigh he knocked again before he turned the knob and wedged her door open. Steve swore his heart ripped in two when he laid eyes on her. Hyacinth stood in front of her mirror with a vengeance, like it had said something offensive to her. Her hands gripped the black framing so hard her knuckles turned white, Steve could see her glaring at her reflection, lips threatening to break into a frown. Despite the change in behavior, she kept singing, “The second star to the right. Shines with a light that’s rare…a-and if it’s never land you need. It’s light will lead you there, Twinkle, twinkle little star. So I’ll know where you are.”
A tear dared teeter at the corner of her eye, threatening to fall. Hyacinth screwed her eyes shut as she beat her fist against the wall and pressed her forehead against the mirror. Careful and quiet, Steve reached for the remote to Hyacinth’s radio and cut it off.
She whipped around and took a breath, composing herself to be in her usual happy-go-lucky mood, “Hey Eagle Scout.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” Steve offered a smile as he leaned against the doorway. “Just wanted to say you have a beautiful voice.”
“Look at you being forward,” Hyacinth teased with an eye roll, plopping down unceremoniously onto her bed.
Steve took a step forward and shut the door behind himself, the captain gestured to the edge of her bed, “Mind if I sit?”
She pat the empty spot next to her and never took her eyes off him. Captain America didn’t necessarily make it a habit to visit her, so when he did, Hyacinth assumed she’d gotten into some form of trouble. Not that it bothered her in the slightest. Steve sat down and intertwined his fingers, his jaw clenched slightly, and he swallowed.
“Here to slap me on the wrist for being a bad girl, Captain?” Hyacinth teased.
Steve cracked a smile and shook his head, “Depends, you get in some kinda trouble I don’t know about?”
“Well,” Her nose scrunched as she twirled a lock of white hair around her finger, “You didn’t hear it from me, but someone has been taping air horns under rolling chairs in the briefing room.”
“Is that so?” He chuckled.
As much distress as her pranks caused him, Steve knew Hyacinth meant no harm in them, so he let her be. A sliver of silence danced around the room as they watched each other. Steve studied her for any sign of sadness Wanda had mentioned, while Hyacinth simply watched Steve watch her. A small, coy smile pulled at her lips as she laid on her side, leaning on an elbow.
“What’s the real reason you came to see me?” She asked.
Steve glanced at her before looking to the floor with a small shrug, “Well, I may or may not have been told you tend to sing when you’re sad. So thought I’d come check up on you.”
“Well, I’m awful sorry to disappoint,” Hyacinth snorted and rolled her eyes. “But I’m not a damsel in distress. So I got nothin’ for ya, feel free to leave whenever.”
A part of him understood the need to put up a front. It made sense, Hyacinth was relatively new to the team, and didn’t trust anyone outside of Wanda. Another part of him however zeroed in on the lie with slight annoyance. Steve Rogers was ever an honest man, lies had no place at his table.
“And if I don’t believe you?” He turned to her with a raised brow. “Come on Hyacinth, don’t lie to me. I just wanna help.”
Daggers danced in her doe eyes, “Looks like you’re shit outta luck because I didn’t ask.”
Steve tried to keep a level head, he put up with Tony’s stubbornness on the daily. Hyacinth’s stubbornness was a pebble in comparison. He stood and assumed his authoritative stance, hands on his belt, and a passive expression to mask his face.
“If you’re going to give me the sharing is caring lecture don’t waste your breath,” She snarled and turned her back to him. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Instead of the previous aggression she’d thrown at him, Steve watched her shut down completely. Hyacinth curled up into a fetal position, arms wrapped tight around her knees, and shoulders gone stiff. No words could make the situation any better, he knew that. So he let the silence fall and sat back beside her. Steve would stay within arms reach so if she needed someone to lean on, he’d be there for her. Hyacinth never once cried in front of anyone on the team, not even Wanda. So when Steve heard her sniffle his jaw clenched and he kept his eyes averted. Knowing the last thing she wanted was to be seen in a vulnerable state.
“I’ll give you some space,” He murmured as he stood.
No more than a single step forward, Steve felt a tug on his wrist.
Hyacinth’s hand held his wrist hostage, when he stole a glance from over his shoulder, the captain felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. She looked so small huddled together at the center of the bed. The oversize sweater she wore didn’t help any. Steve turned to her with a small smile and wrapped his hand around hers.
“Talk to me,” He crouched down to look her in the eye. “What’s goin’ on?”
A single tear slipped down her cheek, “I…”
Steve brushed the tear away with his thumb, “Shh, hey, hey it’s okay.”
Hyacinth sniffled, one of her hands tightened around his wrist, and she hid her face in his hand. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her against his chest, shushing and whispering gentle words to her. A hand smoothed her snow-white hair and he rested his chin atop her head. He held her for as long as she would allow him, his hands moving up and down her back in a manner of comfort. Then a light bulb went off in his head.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” A sliver of hopefulness made his tone upbeat.
Hyacinth pulled away and wiped her eyes with her sleeves, “What?”
A whimper of protest escaped her when Steve left the bed, he held out a hand with a smile, “Care for a dance?”
Despite the look of bewilderment that crossed her face for a second, Hyacinth reached out, and gently took the hand he offered with a smile. Steve reached for the remote and clicked the radio back on, hesitance chasing away his confidence.
“Fair warning I uh-” He scratched the back of his head. “I might step on your toes.”
“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” Hyacinth teased.
Steve rolled his eyes with a grin, “Well, I might be a little rusty.”
The laugh that left her lips warmed his heart, his arm slipped around her waist, and he started to sway in time to the music. Hyacinth shook her head but rested it against his chest with a smile. The pain in her heart faded bit by bit the longer she stayed in his arms.