Samantha Wilson, retired pararescue, now working as a nurse in a VA. Like to think I'm good friends with America's Hero, Captain America - even if he a snarky ass.
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When Sam Wilson met the Avengers he made sure to invite them all to his Center of help to veterans who have some kind of trauma. They all appeared there, on alternate days so they wouldn’t meet each other. Thor was fascinated by it because there are no things like that in Asgard, he wished he could bring Loki with him.
She chuckled. ” I kicked you in the head, so I would say we’re pretty even. What brings you here?”
“Good point.” Jamie noted with a nod, a small grin on her face. “I’ve been visiting people, now that I got most of my memories back. And I remembered you from the helicarrier, so…” She shrugged, looking around. “Here I am. Nice place.”
She chuckled, glancing around her home. "Thanks. Let me rephrase that.” She shook her head. “How did you get here?”
“I heard Dad’s voice too clearly. His sermons lived on in me. A million Sundays worth of his dreams (…) Fighting greed, racism and hatred. A dream of creating the kind of world deserve to live in…
The young man tipped his head back to look at Sam over the back of the couch. “Huh?” He smiled, and his eyes were wide with curiosity, but he was also lazy with a laptop on his lap.
She snorted a laugh. “You only love me because I feed you and give you a place to sleep.” She wrapped her arms around him nonetheless and held him tight. “I love you too, kitten.”
“Mmmmmmm. Maybe.” He couldn’t resist teasing Sam even as they cuddled. “I’m a surprisingly simple bloke, really. You feed me, you take care of me, you let me sleep here, and you don’t mind too much if I trot off for a while. If you were male, I might even be inclined to flirt more.”
She giggled and rubbed his head lightly. “Nah, I’m good. I like having a male roommate that doesn’t want to screw me. And you’re cute, but not my type.” She pulled away and kissed his cheek.
