31 Jul 2014
“You’re. And they’re.” Stiles looks back and forth between Steve and the rest of the group. “And. You. I. Captain America. You’re actually. Is this…? Am I…? Holy shit. Someone hit me or pinch me, or no, hang on let me count your fingers.” He grabs Steve’s hands and starts counting; when he hits ten, he isn’t sure if he’s glad it’s not a dream, or if he’s ten seconds from pissing his pants.