A/N: Kept rewriting this chapter cause it veers to a very sad, depressing and triggering direction that I am simply not comfortable writing but finally, I've hit a magical blend of nostalgia, sadness and hope that I wish may convey the feelings I want you all to feel.

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They finished their training before lunch. Stiles teleported Jackson, Clint, and himself back to the tower. Teleportation was becoming easier. He had been using it to move himself around the tower, popping in and out like a bubble just for the sake of practice. For a few times, he hand been able to wordlessly teleport himself.

Steve had suggested he used his magic on parts of his daily life so he would get used to it and use it like second nature. Practice makes perfect, right. Besides, Cap suggested so who was he to ignore it. It was not every day Captain America would personally work on your training.

So it was not uncommon to see some tableware floating from the cabinets and arranging themselves when someone entered the kitchen. It wasn't easy at first. He'd broken several kitchenware the first week. Heck, he made the sink explode and busted the pipelines when he just wanted to turn on the faucet.

Bruce was livid, or as livid as the mild manner man could be without turning green. Stiles was sure he had almost popped a vein. Kitchen were meant to be sacred. He almost got banned from the kitchen. Tony brushed Bruce's anger with a hug and promised to revolutionize the pipeline industry tomorrow.

But it got better the succeeding days. His control got better. His drops got lower as the days passed. And now he just need to only look at something before it comes floating smoothly down the table.

Steve was the only one present when they arrived. Bruce and Tony were probably holed up in their lab and would not come out any day soon. Stiles learned very early on that the geniuses could get so absorbed in their experiments that they wouldn't come out even for food. Natasha was also out and might be taking down a criminal mastermind as they speak or who knows what.

Steve smiled up as soon as he saw them. "You arrived just in time. Sit down and eat with me."

"Gladly, I'm starving." Stiles said and sat beside Steve. Jackson and Clint sat at the opposite side. "Whoa, this is a lot Steve."

"I passed by your training this morning. I knew you'd be hungry so I made more than usual."

"Thanks." Stiles said.

Halfway through their food, Steve cleared his throat and asked Stiles if he will be busy later.

"No why?"

"I was thinking maybe we could watch that movie later."

Jackson chocked on his food. Clint dropped his spoon and fork. And Stiles wanted to pretend it wasn't happening but damn he could feel his face heating up like it was on fire. Coz even if he knew what Steve actually meant but the wrong idea caught him fast. Steve bless his naïve, golden heart was oblivious to what was happening. The soldier was looking at him hopefully.

"It's been a rough week. And I did ask you. It is very rude of me to keep postponing it."

"Oh my god." Clint said as he stopped trying to pound the food out of Jackson. Jackson could only stare at them, eye bugling owlishly. Stiles looked at the two then back at Steve.

Steve frowned. "But if you have something else to do, we can do it some other time." His smile dimmed and there was a bit of disappointment in his eyes. Stiles angrily kicked his packmates under the table to get their marbles back.

"No no no. I'm free. I mean there's a few things I need to do. But it can wait. I'll watch the movie with you later." Stiles hurriedly said, blushing even more.

"I don't want to impose-" Steve said.

"No you're not." Stiles said "I'm just surprised that you'd still remember."

"I'm frozen in ice, Stiles. I'm not senile." Steve said.

"Tell that to the timeline, grandpa." Stiles retorted, automatically. He quickly remembered they were not alone. He quickly shut his mouth and glanced at his pack. Both of them were stunned with the exchange.

He and Steve had come along way. Ever since that night at Steve's place, Stiles had become less starstruck, or rather 'superhero-struck' and Steve became less formal. And they had realized that both of them were sarcastic and sassy and whole lot witty as hell. And soon they find themselves retorting each other. When they were alone, they could be like that. But they had never shown this side of their friendship with others. And his packmate could not believe what was happening.

"The hell. What's in this food?" Clint asked, disbelievingly. Stiles kicked him again and Stiles was impressed that it never showed on his face.

"I know it's delicious. Finish your food or you won't be having any of my treats for the rest of your life, Barton." Stiles said, giving the Archer a fake smile. Clint started chowing on his plate. Jackson snickered. Stiles turned his fake smile to the werewolf. Jackson paused before he swallowed fearfully. "And that goes for you too, Whitmore." Jackson begun to wolf down his dinner.

"That's a dirty but effective tactic. I wish I have that hold on the team during training." Steve said.

"I'd let you use it if you can convince Uncle to stop Agent Ward from tailing us." Stiles offered. Steve smiled, a smile that was taking into consideration the benefits of his offered.

"Oh come on! That's too far." Clint complained.

"Agent Ward is menace. He had a lot of the greenies sic on us. Not just one. Or two. There's more than a dozens, Dude. More Than A Dozen. It's like we're some kind of target practice. And boy, were they serious at impressing Agent Ward." Stiles noticed the uneasiness on Clint's bond. He looked at his face and but the archer was casually eating his food. Too casually. Then he looked at Steve who was very consumed at eating his food. Stiles slumped on his sit. "Huh. So we're the target practice."

"It was for your own good." Clint said.

"And it was a good training exercise for them." Steve added.

"You're not even going to deny it." Stiles huffed. "I bet both of you had some in this." Steve and Clint both nodded. Stiles rolled his eyes. "You know what. I don't even know how to feel about this. But I'm halfway torn to being annoyed and touched."

"Try feeling thankful. We're just looking out for you, kid. You're part of the team now." Clint said, seriously.

Stiles looked at the archer. There was a fond smile playing on his lips. He looked at Steve and he saw the same expression. Jackson was peacefully eating his food. It gave him a vibe. A feeling. He couldn't fight his lips from smiling. He's home.

"But still, more than a dozen is an overkill." Stiles said.

"Who said it was just more than a dozen?" Clint asked rhetorically.

Stiles' jaw dropped. That's it. He hit the limit. He's giving Agent Ward a piece of his mind. He pretty sure the agent wouldn't touch him. He hopes so.

Stiles took a deep breath before knocking on Steve's door.

"Hold on. I'll be there." Steve answered.

Stiles shook his hands to get off the nervous energy.

Clint and Jackson had given him heavy shits when they were finally out of Steve's ear shots. And they couldn't let go of what they saw earlier. They were asking so many question. How long had this been going? Or how it had started? Clint mentioned how his Uncle Phil will have a heart attack.

Stiles hushed them both. And explained how Steve had invited him to a friendly movie date. He told them about Scotts call and Steve trying to cheer him up. His pack agreed that was more likely to happen than what was on their mind. Stiles wanted to indignantly protest but he could only agree. Call him out on his self-steam issues but who deserves Captain America?

But all those teasing washed away as soon as Steve opened the door and greeted him with a wide smile. "Come in." Steve said excitedly. "Finally, we're going to watch it. Everybody keeps saying how good it is."

"You know you could have watched it without me." Stiles pointed out.

"I can't. I asked you. It'll be rude to watch it without you."

"I won't mind."

"But I do. Because it won't be the same without you." Steve admitted.

Stiles stepped inside Steve's room. Steve closed the door behind him and he went to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. I'll just finish the popcorn."

Stiles went to the living room. The TV was paused at the beginning of the movie.There was a lot of food on the sofa table. Pizza, cheese pops, sodas. Stiles sat on the sofa looking at the food in front of him.

"Were you expecting the others?" Stiles asked

"No, I just didn't know what you wanted." Steve said as he takes out the popcorn from the kettle.

"I don't know if that's your logic or your appetite talking." Stiles quipped.

Steve grinned at him. Like that smile could fool Stiles. He'd seen him wolf down half a dozen chicken wings in one sitting without pausing to drink water and finished another dozen on the same meal. Steve brought a giant bowl of popcorn and set it down the table.

Steve sat beside Stiles and played the movie.

Stiles tried to keep quiet and avoid spoiling the movie for Steve. But he couldn't. He'd make a few remarks here and there. He'd cooed and laughed and ohhed. He'd thought Steve would be annoyed but the man would just glance at him and smile or sport the same expression.

Stiles had leaned on Steve. He didn't mean to. But he used to cuddle with Scott during their movie nights. And it felt just right. And Steve didn't seem to mind. In fact, he moved just enough to make it comfortable for both of them.

"Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten." Stiles chimed in on the scene. Tears welled up on his eyes and he couldn't help the tears from falling down. He remembered how he obsessively used that word for rest of the year or when he dressed up as Stitch on Halloween and his mother as Lilo.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked softly.

Stiles nodded as he wiped away his tears. "I'm fine. I just remembered things." Stiles said.

Steve nodded like he understood. May be he did. The older man tentatively wrapped around his arm around Stiles. Stiles just sunk into him. It felt like he was laying on his old bed back in Beacon Hills. Steve was warm, safe and cozy. They the rest of the movie curled up on each other, only moving every now and then to reach out for their snacks.

Stiles could feel Steve tense on some scenes. The worst one was when Stitch fell from the space ship. Stiles touched his legs and gave it a reassuring shake. Steve faced him with troubled look. Stiles smiled and said, "Don't worry. It's gonna be okay."

Steve nodded and relaxed.

"So what do you think?" Stiles asked as the credits started to roll.

Steve faced him with a "It was good. Really good. And the art work."

"It's water colored."

"Water colored?"

"The background or landscapes. They were all done in watercolor by hand."

"Amazing." Steve said. Stiles helped Steve clean the table and wash the dishes. Steve continued to ask him about the movie since he didn't know most of the references. His eyes would glimmer when he finally understood it.

"Stiles." Steve called his name and he looked up from the glass he was drying. "About earlier, when you cried. Do you want to talk about?" Steve asked.

Stiles continued to dry the glass but his eyes were elsewhere. "I used to watch that film with my mom. She was a Disney fan. Made me one too, I guess. Since I'm always up for a Disney movie. Never missed any premiere."

Stiles felt like something heavy was pressed on his chest. But it wasn't as bad as before. Not when Steve was listening earnestly. Something compelled him to say what he really wanted to say. He'd never really talk about this to anyone. Not to his shrink. Not even to Scott. But he felt like he could confide anything to Steve. Everything was just easier with Steve.

"It's been years since she's passed away. I know it should get better. But... it sometimes gets you like it was just yesterday. I just miss her so much sometimes." Stiles put the glass on the cupboard. "It doesn't really fade. I miss her now just as I missed her then. I'm usually pretty good at handling this but..." Stiles sighed.

"It gets you." Steve said, sadly.

Stiles remembered the drawing of Steve's mother. He frowned looking between his feet. "You miss her too." Stiles spoke softly.

Steve smiled sadly, "Everyday."

Stiles felt his heart broke for this man. So much pain and sadness but it only made him kinder and strong. He wanted to make all those go bad things go away.

"Yeah. Me, too." Stiles said. "But mom wouldn't want me to mope. And I bet your mom, too. Sorry if I made the night very depressing."

"It's fine, Stiles. It's good to let out these things than keep it in. I hope it made you feel better." Steve said sincerely.

"It does." Stiles said, smiling bitter-sweetly. "You know... Mom would have baked us something to cheer us up."

"Your mom sounds lovely. I would have love to meet her."

"She would have loved to meet you too. She's Phil's sister you know. She grew up reading your stories alongside Phil. She would probably freak out if she had the chance to meet you."

"Oh my gosh." Steve said, chuckling. Stiles grinned at him. Phil had a gigantic mancrush on Steve. His mom would probably have too. Stiles shook his head, smiling. His mom would have it much worst, Stiles did inherit his defective brain-to-mouth filter from her.

Stiles looked back at Steve. His eye were open and a small smile was playing on his lips. He wanted to see Steve more like this. Actually living his life. "You know what we should do this more often. I mean not just me and you. You know, with other people too."

"I know what you mean Stiles. Everyone keeps telling me that. I do enjoy this new world. Just now how people expect me to." Steve said, smiling fondly.

"How do you enjoy the new world, Cap?" Stiles asked curiously. May be he could help.

"It's the small things that matters you know. Those are the things that I want to enjoy." Steve mused.

Stiles digested Steve said for a moment. And the funny thing was he understood it. He already had a few ideas in his head. Stiles yawned.

"It's late. You should head back to your room and get some shut eye." Steve said.

"Yeah. Thanks for the movie and the food, Cap." Stiles said.

"You're welcome. And thank you for watching it with me. Let me walk you out." Steve offered.

When Stiles was at the door, Steve asked if they could do it again and Stiles said yes. Steve smiled brightly at him and bid him good night. Stiles couldn't help but smile back.

Jackson looked at him knowingly when he arrived at their room. His dopey smile gave it all away. Jackson rolled his eyes like it would roll off his sockets. Stiles gave him the bird.

Stiles dreamed blue eyes and cherry red lips that night. And that song that Elvis sang was playing in the background.