Steve shook his head. "No. No, I don't care what kind of crazy is going on with you, I promise, it does not compare to a Stark genius on too little sleep, too much caffeine, in the middle of an inventing bender. It's like Speedy Gonzalez and Wile E. Coyote had a love child.
"I can handle crazy," he continued in a softer tone, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. "I can handle your crazy. I'm not perfect either, y'know. My issues are numerous and sundry." He leaned in and kissed her, soft and sweet.
In all honesty, Steve didn't know how he would deal with her issues, either. He didn't know what all they were, yet. But he knew he could, and would, tackle it when the time came. He wanted to be with her, and he'd do whatever he had to to see that through.
His worst fear, though, was having a bad day, and taking it out on her. He'd already yelled at her on Sunday, for something she hadn't meant to do, and he was afraid some day, he wouldn't be able to hold his temper in check, even as poorly as he had then.
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"I can handle crazy," he continued in a softer tone, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. "I can handle your crazy. I'm not perfect either, y'know. My issues are numerous and sundry." He leaned in and kissed her, soft and sweet.
In all honesty, Steve didn't know how he would deal with her issues, either. He didn't know what all they were, yet. But he knew he could, and would, tackle it when the time came. He wanted to be with her, and he'd do whatever he had to to see that through.
His worst fear, though, was having a bad day, and taking it out on her. He'd already yelled at her on Sunday, for something she hadn't meant to do, and he was afraid some day, he wouldn't be able to hold his temper in check, even as poorly as he had then.