“I’m not staring,” Stiles retorts, immediately averting his eyes from the other side of the ornately decorated ballroom. A waiter passes in front of him and Stiles grabs two glasses of glistening champagne, one for him and one for Scott. He takes one sip, gags a little bit and as he looks around for somewhere to put the glass down, he finds himself glancing, once again, at the person standing directly opposite him on the other side of a dance floor filled with a swirling mass of dresses and expensive suits. This time, after only a few moments, Scott gently elbows him in the ribs.
“Stiles!”
Okay, maybe he’s been staring a bit. He’s genuinely trying not to, but when it comes to Derek Hale, werewolf and future king of one of the most powerful families in the land, Stiles has never been good at listening to the rational side of his brain. He practically grew up in the Hale’s castle; he started training with their emissary almost as soon as he could walk, right after the first sign of his spark appeared.
in the first avenger, when steve gets into a fight over a guy complaining about a short reel about the war effort, steve is not standing up for America. he’s not standing up for the “war effort” or propaganda or anything of the sort. that’s not why he gets in that fight.
this woman is opening crying in the middle of the theater, emotionally vulnerable and visibly broken.
when steve tells the man to show some respect, he’s not asking for him to show respect for the flag. he’s asking the man to show respect for the men who carry it, and for the families left behind, to show any semblance of empathy he can muster. it’s always been people that steve’s cared most about.
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