Open RP Post? OPEN RP POST!!

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This one isn't specific to any one universe at all.

It could be Gwen's original universe. It could be a different fandom all together. It could be *anything*. The girl hops through the multiverse. It's bound to happen. Just...be nice if it's not a fandom I know and I get stuff wrong, okay?

BUT! just as before:

Post a quote. An image. A song. A starter. A meme idea we can roll with. Just gimme. Let's have some fun.

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It's been a long week by the time he turns into Sarah's driveway, the Louisiana sun setting in the background. He's back early, but it still feels like it's been too long as he gets out of the truck and makes his way up the porch. The mission had gone well enough and he'd done the hard work of putting Steve's shield to rest in DC. It'd felt like the right thing to do. If not the only thing to do. He wasn't Steve and he sure as hell didn't look like him. Even if no one had said it out loud, he knew how the world felt about a black captain America. That wasn't reason enough to give up the title Steve had given him, but he'd be lying if it hadn't played a part in it. He wasn't Steve and he didn't need to be. Falcon was enough for him and it still allowed him to do what he needed to on his terms.

Still, there was a reason he hadn't told Gwen about the ceremony in DC. As close as they were, he didn't know if she'd understand or want to understand why he'd give the shield away. He'd planned on talking to her about it, but then he'd gotten called up for his mission and there just hadn't been any time. He's sure she won't be happy that she had to learn about it on the news rather then from Sam himself.

He let himself in through the kitchen side door, sniffing appreciatively at the gumbo on the stove and ruffling the heads of his nephews at the kitchen table. Sarah gave him a sympathetic look and glanced towards the stairs. "She's in her room."

Technically, it was Sam's old bedroom, still full of the posters and remnants of his high school career. There was a few yearbooks that Gwen had been quick to bring out and laugh at his school pictures and the short lived dance group he'd been a part of. It still had his name on the door, though Gwen or one of the boys had marked it out and put hers under it. He knocked on the door.

"Hey, Gwen. I'm home."

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Gwen wasn't disappointed or upset. Confused, sure. She thought Sam was pretty awesome, for many reasons. For starters, he took in a lost teen from another dimension. There were adoption papers and all. And now Gwen was a Wilson. She had cousins that she played video games with and watched out for. She had an aunt she helped out around the house and with the boat.

And second and most important, he was one of the good guys of this world. There were so many videos on youtube about The Falcon and Captain America that Gwen could watch for hours, plus it helped when she got to fight alongside the other Avengers. They made a pretty good team.

She heard him come into the house. Hell, she heard him arrive before he even set foot on the porch, spider-hearing alerting her to her dads presence. She'd just gotten on FaceTime with Peter, catching up with him about school and all and making plans to play a video game together later, but Gwen cut the talk short.

Heading to her bedroom door, she pulls it open and greets Sam with a grin.

"Hey," she says, half-smile on her face. "You okay?" She can tell he's not, and she saw the news footage. But it's probably best to not ask outright. Let him talk if he wants.

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"Tired," he admits, relieved at least that she's smiling at him. She must not be as upset about him giving up the shield as he had thought she would be. It's an added weight off his shoulders he didn't realize he'd been carrying. He leans against the doorframe and looks her over. He knows it hasn't been easy moving to Louisiana after the big battle. Sure they're still able to get where they need to if they're needed for Avenger business, but there were no giant buildings and skyscrapers for Gwen to swing through here. The south moved at a glacial pace compared to the city.

"How's Peter?" He asks, knowing without a doubt that the two of them have already talked to each other as least once today. The two were doing their best despite the distance, but he knows its hard for kids their age.

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"Just tired?" That's about as much poking as Gwen is going to do. She wants to know how he's doing, what with putting Steve's shield to rest. So she knows there's much more to 'tired' than he wants to let on. She will not ever understand why adults try to play off that kind of thing, especially ones she's supposed to look up to and learn from.

"He's good. We're going to be playing 'Among Us' later on and then watch something on Netflix." A shrug and a smile that absolutely tells of just how much she's looking forward to spending time with Peter. Welcome to dating in the twenty first century, or something.

"He says hi."

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Sam huffs a little laugh when she asks if he's just tired. They both know that she knows him better than that.

"Aren't you supposed to be in that self involved teenage period of your life?" He asks, giving her a small grin. Still, he takes the question as an invitation and moves inside the door, sitting on the corner of the bed. He sighs, looking down at his hands. "I did what I thought was right, Gwen. I know Steve gave me that shield, but Captain America... that's not who I am."

He looks over at her, ready to change the subject if she wants to. "I bet he did. He say when he's coming out here to visit?"