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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 18, 2016 4:44:32 GMT -7
Katherine watched him laugh. It made his face light up in a way that made him look so much more better. It seemed like people didn't laugh enough. Jeez, this was coming from a vampire that was always tempted to eat people but she did have to admit that if people laughed a bit more then the world wouldn't be so miserable all the time.
She wasn't sure if he knew the effects of the Vervain. One taste of it and it could turn her into a mess. It would literally burn the insides until she was able to get it out of her system. But she did hear that if you ingested a poison a little bit over time then your body would get used to it. Maybe that is what she needed to do. But at the same time it kept people like Sheriff Stilinski, Graeme, Teresa safe from her, from any vampire that would go after them. It had been a while since something major had happened here but that didn't mean that they were any safer. It just meant that something was lurking in the darkness waiting to strike when they least expect it. Let people get safe and then the thing would strike. Katherine never felt safe, no matter where she was.
Kat was going to say something else but then she heard loud voices and she knew who the owner belonged too. She knew exactly why he was here. She cleared her throat and followed Bucky into the apartment and saw the very person that Teresa tried to keep out but never seemed to be able too. Scott Atwood.
Scott scoffed and then shook his head. He then pointed a finger at Graeme. "I am not here to see you." his words were slurred but he definitely put more feeling behind them when he was drunk and it was true, he wasn't there to see Graeme. "I'm here to see my daughter". As he turned to look at Teresa, or at least stumble slightly he caught sight of someone and then he looked directly at her. "I thought I told you that I would kill you if you came anywhere near Teresa again"
Teresa followed his eyes and looked directly at Katherine who actually didn't seem fazed by the fact that Scott was standing there pointing his finger at her and demanding to know why she was there. It wouldn't be the first time that Scott had threatened to kill the supernatural residents of Mystic but he had never gone through with it, keeping up a pact with them that if they didn't kill and stayed away from him then he would leave them alone but it seems like Katherine had pissed Scott off enough that he would actually threaten to kill her. Well everything pissed off Scott lately, it was both sad and upsetting that he was here threatening people that she cared about. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. She was starting to get a headache. This day was long enough without adding all this shit. Teresa opened her eyes and dropped her hand from her face before moving in front of Scott so that he couldn't get to Graeme but also holding out a hand to Graeme so that she was in the middle of them, like she always was. "Enough" she said and looked between them.
"Today is Thanksgiving and I wanted to spend some time with friends, I have new friends that I love and I care about and apart from Katherine none of them are vampires or werewolves and for a moment in my life I actually feel normal, doing normal things with friends" she huffed out a breath but her father's eyes were on Graeme. She knew he was going to strike.
"You're so hard when you have people around you but you're nothing but the pathetic little boy that I remember and I won't let you come in between me and my daughter anymore"
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Post by Ray on Nov 18, 2016 9:25:03 GMT -7
The entire atmosphere changes as soon as Teresa's father barges in to the dining room, spitting whiskey-laced fire. Mild-mannered Deputy Atwood suddenly turns hard, his entire posture rigid and tense and ready for a fight should it happen. And according to Barton's plenty of trials with angry fathers, it's not going to take much before fists start flying. With palms pressed into the surface of the table, Graeme glares unblinking at the older man in the eye. "You're trespassing on private property while drunk and disorderly." Graeme lists off, his temper rising the more Teresa's father antagonizes him. "I could have you arrested."
Steve rises swiftly to his feet, ever the diplomat, "Look, it doesn't need to resort to that." He says, hovering a hand over the table in Graeme's direction. "But I need you both to settle down before it does." His words are level and calm, but between his unyielding stare and the simple fact of who he is, the threat is plainly on the surface.
Shut the hell up, or Captain America is going to end this situation.
But Steve doesn't know belligerent dads. He's dealt with Nazis, terrorists, literal monsters, and fanatics, but no one knows angry, drunk, violent dads like Barton does. And between the shove he already dealt Teresa and the venom flying from his mouth quicker than lightning, even towering marble-statue Steve Rogers isn't going to be much of a deterrent in this man getting precisely the kind of fight he wants.
And then he's gotta say those words that make Graeme's eyes darken. The cop makes the beginning of a move, but Steve is quick to throw out a hand against his chest to stop him.
"Alright. I'm done." Barton grunts, and before the old man can even blink, he's on his feet. Clint grabs Teresa's father by the wrist, twisting his arm sharply behind his back and, with only one hand, shoves him face first into Sam's plate of mashed potatoes. "Sorry, man." Barton says, giving Sam an apologetic incline of his head.
"My potatoes." Sam mumbles sadly.
Teresa's father struggles against the hold, but Barton just tightens his grip and shoves him down harder. "How do you want to deal with this situation?" He asks, looking straight at Teresa and not letting her father move an inch.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 18, 2016 10:23:12 GMT -7
Teresa couldn't help but wonder why she even done any of this. Between Nat and Barton going at it across the table, Katherine eyeing up Bucky like he was a piece of meat and knowing what Katherine was he probably was a bit of meat and the argument between her dad and Graeme she was completely done. She was so fucking tired of the shit that came from her dad. In fact she was physically tired and for than anything she felt tears burn the back of her eyes and was afraid that they would actually fall.
She was going to say something but then Barton was securing her dad and looking straight at her asking what she wanted done with the situation and suddenly she felt at war with herself. One part of her would happily let him be pushed over the balcony and onto the forest below but of course she wasn't sure she could actually keep that secret without exploding later on down the road, the other half of her was tempted to just take him home because the last thing she wanted was to hear that someone had been hurt by a drink driver and have it turn out the driver was her dad. That would also make her feel like shit.
Which ever way she went she felt like she could rip herself in two. She felt a scream raising in her throat and for the first time in her life she wanted him to hear everything that she had kept from him but now she just was so tired and was planning on ending the dinner. Nothing was going right, this was hell and it really needed to stop.
Teresa moved her eyes away from Barton and to Graeme, who was still angry and she couldn't blame him but she let him see the fact that she was completely done in this situation. That she was tired. That she just felt so on edge. That for the first time she was so completely miserable. She cleared her throat and turned back to Barton. "Take him down to the car, I'll drive him home" she said. Her throat tight from the tears she wanted to cry.
She then felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Katherine there. "We'll clean up and maybe get some pie and loads of drinks going" she said with a soft smile before watching Teresa nod.
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Post by Ray on Nov 18, 2016 11:40:40 GMT -7
"Can do." Barton replies. He hauls her father back up straight, mashed potatoes slopping back to plate. Sam, disappointed, just sits back and grimaces.
"And Barton," Steve calls out, and Clint pauses to glance back with an arched brow, "Careful." He says, with a knowing eye. Barton doesn't have to think hard to know what he means. Despite how shitty this guy seems, he's not some random criminal on the streets. He's T's father, and accidentally banging him into walls or his fists isn't going to make anyone feel better. Well, it might make Barton feel better. He never got the chance to beat the shit out of his abusive father, who ruined plenty of Thanksgivings and Christmases and Wednesday nights, and with the stories that Teresa has told him in the past... the idea is definitely tempting. But he gives Steve a two-finger salute and a silent promise, and gives Teresa's father a light kick in the shins to get him moving.
"Come on, pops. Out you go." He swigs the door open and pushes her father out into the hall, beginning the walk down to the parking lot.
As soon as the apartment door swings shut, Steve lowers his hand from Graeme's chest and exhales a slow breath. "You okay?" He asks, mostly to Graeme but knowing that Teresa needs some comfort as well. This dinner has been nothing but a train wreck, and she's the one taking the worst of it.
Bucky appears at his side with a bottle wine, pulling free the cork with little effort. "Drink. You need it to cool off." He says, mostly an order, and pours Graeme a glass. "Teresa?" He asks, arching a brow at her, asking if she wants one as well.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 18, 2016 11:59:24 GMT -7
Teresa watched as Barton took her father out the apartment and then the door shut before she cleared her throat. It felt so tight that she was sure that it would choke her if she done anything. She heard Steve talk and ask Graeme if he was okay but she wasn't sure if he actually answered and then Bucky's voice said about a drink and then asked her. She turned her head and was tempted. God she was so tempted to drink. To just let her father suffer the consequences of his complete and utter disregard of everyone that she cared about. But to know that he came here to have a fight with Graeme really was the last straw when it came to this dinner party.
Thanksgiving was over.
She then shook her head and looked around for her keys before slipping some shoes on. "I'll be back soon" she said in a flat tone before walking out the apartment. Teresa couldn't get rid of the lump in her throat but she kept swallowing anyway.
The walk down towards the car was so quiet and it made her feel even more on edge than he already did. When Teresa came to the door of the apartment block, she took a deep breath before walking over to where Barton and her dad was. She gave Barton a slight smile. "I'm so sorry about this" she admitted before opening the passenger door. Her father didn't even deserve her driving him home but she needed to put some distance between the man that she loved and her father plus she wanted to put her own distance between the apartment so that she could clear her head. Today has been nothing but a disaster but she was willing to go home for pie and drinks, maybe not the alcoholic for her but she could do with a coffee.
Once Barton put her dad in the car she moved around to the drivers side and got in, she started the car before reversing out the spot and driving out the parking lot on her way back to her father's house.
Katherine watched the door shut and she sighed under her breath, she needed a drink. She thought, if she was being honest, that Graeme and Scott were going to go at it. She had heard how much he hated his step-son but never saw it and today she definitely saw it. Scott seemed very paranoid about losing his daughter to Graeme but if he kept acting the way that he did then he was going to push her away himself. She then walked to the kitchen and opened up a bottle of whiskey, putting some into a glass before knocking it back and repeating it three times.
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Post by Ray on Nov 18, 2016 16:35:59 GMT -7
Barton watches the taillights disappear down the road until they're nothing more than a faint haze. If she'd given him half a chance, he would have offered to take the man home himself. Or, at the very least, be a buffer between her and a father that clearly doesn't respect his daughter enough. But between the silent way she's dealt with both disasters and the rush she'd been in to get as far away from here as she could, the offer had never made it past his lips. He exhales a slow breath through his nostrils and turns back towards the stairs.
Graeme is already on his third glass of wine by the time Barton returns to the apartment. He's sitting in the armchair, a glass tipped back at his mouth and Sam is waiting on the edge of the coffee table to refill it for him. The glass scarcely leaves Graeme's lips before Sam is filling it to the rim with red wine. "Thank you." Graeme huffs, out of breath from chugging. Sam hums a wordless reply, and the deputy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. As soon as his gaze finds Barton, the wine is momentarily forgot. "How's Teresa, is she all right?" He asks in a rush, making a move to stand but Sam pushes him back down with little effort and an oh no you don't. Not one drop manages to spill.
"She's..." Barton begins, but knows fine is far from the right word, "She'll be back soon." He forces a smile. Graeme heaves out an agonized sigh, and starts drinking once more.
Barton's feet carry him to the dining room where the mess left behind is being cleaned and dealt with. Nat stacks plates and utensils while Steve carries the sliced-up turkey and stuffing back to the kitchen. The red-head looks up to him, an inquiring brow arching upwards. "You didn't go with her." She says, rather than asks, disapproval lacing her words.
"Didn't leave me a chance to." Barton murmurs, and starts collecting glasses. "She can handle herself."
"Is that why you're handling the SHIELD news so calmly?" She asks, handing off the plates to Bucky who takes them silently.
Barton scoffs a little and shakes his head. Calmly isn't how he would describe it. Silently, avertedly maybe. "It's not up to me to handle Teresa's decisions." He replies, tempted to swig the last dregs of wine in a leftover glass. "She's her own person. If she wants to be in SHIELD...then that's up to her." Barton can't help the hint of disdain that leaks through his words, but he leaves no room for Nat to comment on it. With as many glasses as he can carry between his fingers -- an impressive amount, actually -- he leaves to the kitchen. Bucky has taken charge of washing dishes, an almost hilarious thought considering his metal arm built for destroying. But his red button-up shirt is thrown on the counter, and the faded red star is almost as prominent as the scars along his shoulder blade, made visible by the tank top. Barton sets the glasses in the sink.
Without looking at him, scrubber in hand, Bucky says "Thanks for stepping in."
Barton halts in his retreat, bewilderment crossing his face. Not once in their very short encounters with one another has Bucky said something nice to him, let alone thanked him. It's strange and a little terrifying all at once. At Barton's silence, Bucky finally looks up in a slow blink, expression unreadable. "Uh," Barton stammers, kicking himself back into motion. "Yeah. No problem."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 18, 2016 17:04:34 GMT -7
The ride back to the house was completely quiet considering that her father was drunk. He wasn't slagging Graeme off now. He wasn't doing it now though, his eyes were on the window and he was very much awake. She has never felt so much hatred for her father and while she could have easily let Barton take her father home, she thought it would be better to do it herself. The last thing she wanted was to drag anyone else into this mess. It was bad enough that the others had been there to witness it but to have someone else clean up this mess too... That was a little too much.
The roads were pretty much empty and for that she was thankful of that because it meant that she could drive fast and get her father to the house and she could get back and maybe get some sleep. She was tired, there was no doubt about that. She was tired from her lack of sleep the night before but she was tired from her father constantly going at Graeme and sometimes she started to wonder if she was really worth all the hassle that she came with when it came to Graeme. It must be worth it for him because he had promised her that they would deal with her father together and so far they had but today. Today she had just froze after telling him that she was with the people she cared about. It took Barton's help to actually wake her up properly.
She cleared her throat and finally pulled into the drive of the house that she used to live in and turned the ignition off. Teresa looked up at the house, it was so dark and so lonely that it made her heartache for her mom. That beautiful soul that she had lost. Now she and Graeme really did have something in common. She sighed to herself before pushing open the door and getting out of the car and rounding the other side. She helped her father out, with difficultly, she might add, and into the house. She flicked on the lights before helping him up to bed. He really needed to sleep this stupidity off before he done anymore damage to a day that was already broken for her.
Teresa pulled the cover up and walked back out the room, but not before getting him a bucket, and down the stairs. She left the small lights on before walking back out the house and to her car. If he wanted his then he would have to get it from the parking lot of the apartment and maybe while he was at it then he could apologise. She started the car and drove back in the direction of the apartment and she put the radio on. The music loud in her ears so that she could blow away the thoughts of what had happened in a day that she was excited about. Now she was just ready for it to be over.
She pulled into the parking lot of the apartment and turned the engine off before she waited for a little bit. Teresa gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white. She leaned her head against her hands and closed her eyes. She could happily wait out in the car while everyone got the day out of their system but she didn't want anyone to worry, especially Graeme.
After a while she got out the car and walked into the apartment building and up the stairs to the apartment. She took a deep breath and pushed the key into the lock and walked into the apartment. Charlie ran up to her and she closed the door before getting down on her knees and smoothing his head. "Hey boy" she whispered and put her head gently against his before she slowly got to her feet and saw the others. "Thanks for doing all of this" she said and gave them all a smile that she didn't feel like doing but she did anyway.
"Pie?" Teresa asked in a too cheerful tone that didn't light up her eyes.
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Post by Ray on Nov 18, 2016 22:11:20 GMT -7
They clean the dining room and kitchen by the time Teresa returns -- leftovers piled into the fridge, dishes washed and dried, the apartment settled into quiet comfort. Sam falls asleep curled around a throw-pillow on the couch, Nat's brown leather jacket draped over him. But Graeme isn't far behind. After four glasses of wine, a shot of whiskey, and a blubbering confession to Steve that he hadn't had a drink since high school, he sits down and suddenly comes to the realization that moving again is a near impossibility. Nat takes away the wine, puts the vodka and whiskey somewhere high, and puts a glass of water in his hands. But after only a few sips and a few minutes, his eyes already begin to droop with the promise of impending slumber.
"Look at them." Nat comments from across the living room, watching both Sam and Graeme in their stupor. "It's like watching puppies get drunk."
Barton snorts quietly, holding a can of Dr. Pepper close to his chest. "Were we ever this innocent?" He asks before taking a sip. Sam hiccups in his sleep, almost waking himself back up, before he buries his face into the pillow. Nat cracks a crooked smile.
"God no."
The door opens behind them, and both turn to glance back as Teresa steps in through. She doesn't look any better off or happier without her belligerent father in the picture, but she smiles all the same. But her dog makes the first move in comforting her.
"Steve beat you to it." Nat says, crossing her arms over her chest and nudging her head towards the kitchen. "He's slicing up the sweet potato pie as we speak." The plan had been to get the pie on the table before Teresa got back, along with a steaming cup of tea and possibly a handwritten note of apology signed by all of them. As per usual, this had not been the smoothest get-together, and quite possibly one of the worst Thanksgivings any of them have ever had. Or at least, bad enough to make it on a top 5 list. But it was the worst for Teresa. She had worked damn hard to make this special, and all they did was gripe, yell, and fight.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 19, 2016 12:54:46 GMT -7
Teresa looks over to Nat when she spoke and said that Steve beat her to it. She frowned for a second before then nodding as she looked towards the kitchen. Of course Steve would beat her to it. She didn't mean that in a bad way but he would do anything to make things a little easier on her. She then looked in the direction of the living room and saw a look on Graeme's face that she totally didn't expect to see: The look of complete drunkenness and exhaustion. She felt his exhaustion and wanted to actually get into bed but she would take this moment of quietness to grab herself some pie and maybe a cup of tea. It might make Teresa relax a little. If she was honest this was the first time she didn't want to be here. The day was completely ruined.
"Ever the gent" she said in a soft tone before looking back at Nat and smiling then heading towards the kitchen. When she walked in, Katherine was sat on the side with her own slice of pie, tucking into it like there was no tomorrow with the words 'this is pretty damn good' coming out around the pie before tucking back into it.
Teresa scoffed and then shook her head and saw that the kitchen was completely spotless. They had cleaned up and put everything away for her. In that moment her heart swelled for this group and she was thankful for them as friends. Thankful they were here right now because she couldn't have cleaned up by herself and with Graeme drunk in the living room she doubted that he would've been able to help her. She then saw a cup of tea on the side for her and she picked it up and took a sip of it. This is what she had been wanting. This is what would actually calm her down a little and of course a slice of pie. "Thanks for doing this" she said softly to Bucky and Steve.
Suddenly Teresa felt so much older than her years. She felt beat down by everything going on in her life. Like someone was out there trying to make everything so much harder for her. She came to realise that this was the first time that she had seen Graeme almost go to hit her father. Maybe things really were getting out of hand with those two. Graeme was always the one to rise above it but something changed today and she wasn't sure she knew what it was. She could probably go over it in her head but she could also ask a very drunk Graeme what had happened.
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Post by Ray on Nov 19, 2016 22:19:26 GMT -7
Steve slices the pie into equal pieces for everyone, save for one just slightly larger than the rest. Katherine is the first to claim hers, and happily so. As soon as the sweet potato pie touches her lips, Bucky doesn't think there's a single second where her mouth isn't full -- even when she's mumbling about how good it is. He smiles a little around the edges of his mouth, watching her spoon the last few crumbs away. He can't decide just how strange it is that a vampire seems to be enjoying pie of all things, but he guesses it attests to Sam's uncanny skill with baked goods. Or it only proves how good she is at acting like a normal human being. If that's the case, they have more in common than he thought.
His gaze shifts to Teresa as she enters the kitchen, looking exhausted, haggard, and drained. It's one of the few times Bucky has seen her without a sunny look in her eye. But as soon as she sees the kitchen, clean except for the loitering few still hanging around Steve and his unrelenting positivity, and the cup of tea steaming and waiting for her, a small light switches back on inside of her.
Steve smiles in that warm, radiant way that makes a whole room fall in love, and scoops the large slice of pie onto a dessert plate. "Least we could do." He says, sliding the plate to her end of the counter. He sucks off a piece of sweet potato from the pad of his thumb. "We made a mess, so it's our responsibility to clean it up." Steve sets a fork upon the plate for her, but his hand continues to stretch out until his palm touches her arm gently and reassuringly. With one more smile, his blue eyes set on her face for just another moment, he returns to slicing up the pie and serving them out one at a time.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 20, 2016 10:21:33 GMT -7
Teresa watches the pie and realises just how hungry she really is right now. Between the announcements at the dinner table and the arrival of her father she had completely lost her appetite but now that everything was back in it's rightful place, her father included, she realised she could eat some pie right now. The tea was definitely calming her door. Camomile tea usually did help her relax and maybe that is why she drank it so much. She was tired more so than anything right now but she knew that she didn't want anyone to leave. Sure everything had been awkward but there was still time to enjoy what was left of the day rather than completely throw it away.
She looked up at Steve when he put the fork on her plate and then his palm touched her arm and she put her tea down before moving her hand and putting it on his. For a little while she felt better. She felt calmer and she knew it was down to the tea mostly but Steve helped. His blue eyes watched her face as she did his and for a moment she knew that he was the bestest friend she could ever have. He was her friend and she loved him for that. Teresa smiled back at him and then watched as he went back to slicing the pie.
"You know if you don't want the pie... I'll have it" Katherine said and raised her eyebrow at Teresa, letting a slight smile pull at her lips at the same time. It really was very good pie. Katherine was sure that she had found a new hobby... Eating pie.
"You touch my pie..." Teresa said and looked over at her. "And I will put a stake through you" she huffed out but there was a teasing tone to her words and snatched up the pie. She was hungry and there was no way that Katherine was getting her grubby hands on Teresa's pie. It looked like she had had enough of the damn stuff in the first place. "You better watch out for her, she'll take your pie"
"And other things" Katherine smirked at her before grabbing her drink and knocking back the shot. "Drink?" she asked and held out the glass.
"No, I think Graeme has drank enough for the both of us right now"
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Post by Ray on Nov 20, 2016 20:57:31 GMT -7
"Well...unfortunately," Steve says as he raises his arm to check the watch at his wrist. With all the yelling and excitement, the night had slipped away from them. And as badly as he wishes that he had more time to lounge around, sipping wine and eating pie and actually spending time with the people he calls his friends, Steve's schedule is nonstop. "I have to get back to New York." He admits. As he lowers his arm once more, he turns his gaze back to Teresa and gives her an apologetic smile. "I have a flight to Wakanda in two hours. So Katherine," he looks to the dark-haired vampire, his smile turning more friendly. "You're welcome to take my slice."
"And mine." Bucky tacks on, leaning off of the wall with a push of his shoulder. Steve glances back with raised brows.
"You know you can stay."
"Someone has to get Sam home and sober before his flight to D.C. tomorrow. And I need to run a few errands." Bucky replies, pushing the sleeves of his red button-up to his elbows. The plates of his metal arm shift slightly, drawing Steve's attention for just a fraction of a second. A small crease marks the space between his brows.
"Okay." Steve nods, flicking his blue eyes upwards once more.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 20, 2016 21:08:25 GMT -7
Teresa watches steve and then gives him a smile. It was to be expected, the guy hardly stops and really she was just happy that he and the others ended up coming. She checked her own watch and raises an eyebrow. "Wow" she said and then scoffed. Between the dinner that never happened and her father, the day had really slipped away and she wasn't sure if she was worried that the day had gone so fast never to be repeated again because if she was honest this wasn't happening again. There was no way in hell she was going to have another dinner here. This one was bad enough. "I'm just glad that you could make it" she admitted and then looked over at Katherine who was drinking another shot when both Steve and Bucky had said that she could have both their pies. "Maybe you should head home too"
"Are you sure? You don't need help getting Graeme to bed?"
Teresa shook her head. "I'll get Barton to help me, it will be punishment enough" she said softly and watched as Katherine slipped off the counter and stood up straight. But she put her own eyes back on the other two males. "I am so sorry that this didn't turn out better" she admitted with a soft smile. "I would like to say that my father coming in and getting Graeme angry isn't a regular thing but that would be a lie" she gave a slight smile this time. "But I'm glad that you turned up"
Katherine watched them and then smiled to herself and held up a hand in a slight wave before heading out the kitchen. In honesty she actually didn't want to leave. This had been a regular day in Mystic with Teresa's father going on the war path but she had hoped that he would've put it off for one day seeing as it was thanksgiving but she guessed that asshole dads didn't have a day off. Scott kind of reminded her of her own father...something that she really didn't want to think about right now.
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Post by Ray on Nov 20, 2016 21:29:59 GMT -7
Steve wipes his hands off on a dish towel sitting upon the kitchen counter, leaving the pie to whomever decides to claim it. If anything, Teresa will have enough dessert to keep her comfortable and happy after this hellish night. "What are the holidays without a little chaos?" Steve smiles, touching Teresa's arm reassuringly once more. "But really, it's fine. The only ones who should be apologizing are your father and...maybe the two in the living room who got into a marital squabble."
"I heard that." Barton calls out, and Steve breathes out a light and amused laugh.
"I'll see you soon, Teresa." He continues on after the interruption. "Tell Graeme it was good seeing him as well." Bucky is the first to leave the kitchen and, with little to no trouble at all, manages to haul Sam up from the couch. The man only barely regains consciousness as he's placed upon his feet, one arm slung around Bucky's neck. He makes a small sound at the back of his through, impossible to understand through the turkey and wine coma he'd willingly induced. But Bucky manages to get him half-walking towards the front door. Steve gets one final wave to everyone as he opens the door for the pair.
"I should get out of your hair too." Nat says, collecting her brown leather jacket. She inclines her head towards the duo trying to haul Sam out without banging him into anything. "I'll catch a ride with Team America." Taking a half step towards Barton, she sets a palm on his forearm and adds on quietly, "Clean this up, alright?" She pats him twice before quickly following after the others, the door closing quietly behind her.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 20, 2016 21:43:07 GMT -7
Teresa knew that whatever happened after this they would have enough food to last them to Christmas. Hell at least she would have the pie to herself. She was going to get Graeme into bed, he needs to sleep off the drink that he had willingly drank. She gave Steve a soft smile and nodded. "Yeah well, hell will have to freeze over before my dad apologises" she admitted and felt his hand on her arm again and for the second time that night she had felt calmer. Steve just seemed to have that aura that made her feel calm.
She laughed softly when she hears Barton from the living room and shook her head. Of course he heard that. But hey at least after all of this she was going to be able to sit down with some pie and watch some tv before she ended up in bed, if she will be able to get into bed that is. Bucky had left the kitchen first and she followed and watched as he helped Sam up and then sighed softly. Well she had to admit that this had been one hell of a day but at least two people were drunk.
Teresa gave a wave and watched as Bucky, Sam and Steve left before she looked over at Nat "safe travels guys" she said before the door shut and it left her and Barton standing in the hallway watching the door. She sighed once more before looking at Barton. "Want to help me get Graeme into bed before he ends up falling out of his chair?"
Well this had suddenly got so much more awkward and now she was here with Barton but he definitely was going to have to help her with Graeme.
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