Thread: Mark My Soul(Avengers)Lady/Moon

Steve watched Tony, well aware that James made the genius nervous. considering James had tried to kill Tony five or twenty times Steve didn't blame him. it was Tony's own fault for springing and popping up without warning or even noise. he watched James smile at a woman who had only just approached, greeting her gently with a smile. sometimes he envied James easy abilities with people. he sighed and looked into his glass of champagne. he was just glad the reporters hadn't found him yet. nasty roaches the whole lot of them, he left that sort of thing to James, who was in fact, speaking to a reporter right there in the little group he'd attracted. No, i think the whole thing is silly. i mean really, a holiday just for Steve? he'd hate it. James admitted with a laugh, Steve grimacing. blasted politicians anyway, trying to make his 'romantic departure' into a holiday. what where they going to do, throw kids into an icy sea as celebration? not likely. he had a hard enough time ignoring those memories in the first place, he didn't need more people commenting on it, or worse, celebrating it. what's the difference? Steve asked, looking puzzled. an auction is an auction isn't it? a fat guy stands up in front of us and talks so fast no one can understand him and when someone wants to bid they raise a paddle right? he asked, blinking at Tony. or has that changed as well? he asked, looking confused. oh lord. Tony. i really don't want to. he groaned even as he followed Tony, leaving his untouched drink on a table. it's a pleasure to meet you. Steve stated gently, offering her the proper Bow of deference. you look lovely this evening. would you be the granddaughter of Oscar Gustaf Adolf? he asked curiously. i knew him, he saved my life once. he admitted. he made no mention that he had rescued the man from the Hydra compound. Steve was never one to flaunt his own achievements and he doubted she'd care to hear about it. he opened his mouth to say something else when James suddenly erupted. GET OFF ME YOU FOUL HANDED ASSHOLE! ...oh dear, excuse me! he gasped, rushing off to stop his lover. the problem was immediately understood. one of the 'roaches' had gotten hold of Jame sleeve and torn it off, revealing one of his bonding marks. Steve's to be precise. the Mark was etched into the soft of his forearm above the wrist. James was extremely possessive of both his Mate marks and flew into a rage anytime anyone tried to comment on them. he had Steve's on one wrist, the unknown on the other and his own in the middle of his chest. which was why he only ever wore short sleeves when he was alone with Steve or with people he fully trusted. What is going on here?! Steve demanded, using his 'you will do as i say, i am a captain' Voice. everyone pulled away and Steve wrapped his arms around James, who was trembling and doing his best to hide the mark. hey. easy. it's okay. i know. he murmured softly to James, trying to sooth the man, who was limp in Steve's arms and whimpering, looking like a terrified child. Get back! and hand over that fucking camera you filthy snoop! Steve hissed at the reporter who winced and did as ordered. she hadn't meant to tear the sleeve off! she'd only wanted to see what his markings had looked like. she certainly fled the party pretty damn fast. Tony? a room? Steve asked, hoping to get James into a cool calm room so he could calm the other down.