Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )
'Trying to make a move just to stay in the game,
I try to stay awake and remember my name,
but everybody’s changing and I don’t feel the same’
(Keane - Everybody’s Changing)
Bucky Barnes - after the fall, before the arm - a frazzled brain, trying to hang on to his last few memories before Hydra erases them.
Sebastian Stan at the Captain America: The Winter Soldier London Premiere x
Maybe one April fools, Charles replaces all the kitchen knives with these. Erik sulks for a week.
Erik chops vegetables BY HAND! ‘Charles doesn’t love me anymore,’ Erik sulks.
Raven howls with laughter when Charles calls to complain that Erik had been refusing to put out because of this. Also all their meals has been of the easy, no need for knives cooking style ie not as tastey or good forbid. Instant.
Erik complains to Azazel that Charles doesn’t love him anymore. He refuses to even *touch* the ceramic knives. As far as Erik is concerned, they are made of lies and slander. Knives should be metal! Azazel, not for the first time in his friendship with Erik, wishes he had a drink in his hand.
Charles retorts that ceramic stays sharper for longer, to which Erik replies knives stay permanently sharp in his hands thanks to his ‘nifty mutation’ (coined by Charles). Charles counters with sometimes he wants to use the kitchen too, okay and sometimes Erik isn’t home to sharpen them. Of course then Erik says the last time he was in the kitchen they had to call the fire department. Charles responds by shutting the apartment door in his face. Erik has to seek refuge at Emma’s only because Azazel refuses to let Erik in under the excuse that he is getting it on with Janos tonight (Janos for the record thinks it may be brilliant, Azazel never, ever wants to see Erik naked, so no go), thank you very much. Emma only let’s him in because his story is hilarious.
Emma lets Erik sob and begrudgingly lets him use the spare bedroom even though she doubts Erik will be staying for very long. She tolerates Erik’s stupidity at the best of times but knows Erik is stupidly in love with Charles that he’ll be out of her house in a few hours and will be sitting outside the apartment, before realizing that he’s a *metallokinetic* and locks don’t stop him. And then they’ll confess and have make-up sex or whatever. Plenty of time to make her date with Moira. Lo and behold, Erik doesn’t disappoint a half hour later.
Charles very thoughtfully sends over a bottle of Dom Perignon 2001 (the bill is charged to Erik’s card, when he says anything Charles retorts that is easier than paying for the dry-cleaning bio Emma was going to send over due to tear-stains in her sheets, Erik knows when to shut up now) as thanks. He includes some very nice white silk ropes as an afterthought. When Erik sulks about that, he kindly reminds him that their bed is metal. Erik decides that he prefers that to silk, very much so. And process to demonstrate.
Eventually they compromise on the ceramic knives. Charles, thoroughly shagged out and plastered to Erik’s naked back with only a bedsheet around his waist, watches as Erik infuses metal along the handle and the back of the blade. Enough that he can use the ceramic knives (with only a measured grumble or two during said times of use).
The Dom Perignon goes down very well with Moira on their next date. Emma sends a card along, signing it with a flourish and leans over to kiss Moira’s shoulder. The card eventually makes it to Charles and Erik’s apartment.