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And it makes you panic, anyway.

[ he nods. he can understand that just fine, the eerie, uncomfortable feeling this planet seems to inspire. ]

A good thing these visits are temporary. I admit I can't wait to see solid ground again.

[ He nods, grateful that he won't have to get into the whole story today. Maybe another time. ]

Me too. Out of all the places we've visited, I think this one's my actual least favorite.

Kinda makes you miss solid ground again. I hope the next planet has that and maybe some fresh air.

[ and maybe some good food. a water-planet where they can't eat any fish? ]

Not a big fan of sea-food.

Then what are you a fan of? I'm already baking shortbread for your ship, so it wouldn't be much harder to bring by something for you too.

[ Stefan leans forward, momentarily forgetting the whole reason he's here. Eh. Superheroics can wait. ]

Like uh – I love shortbread cookies with dates, and my dad's Italian, so I make great lasagna.

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Peggy speaks very highly of it.

[ and suddenly, he shakes his head with a smile. ]

You don't have to go out of your way for me. When I grew up, we didn't have that much. Lemon ice used to make my day.

No kidding. [ He grins, trying his best (and probably failing) to hide how thrilled he is. Somehow, a compliment from Peggy feels like he's won the lottery and then some. ]

It's not any extra trouble, I promise. [ he deliberates for a second, before deciding to come clean with the truth: ] I don't need to eat, so it's not like I have to make anything for myself.

At all?

[ he arches an eyebrow but, as befitting steve rogers, instead of imploring further, he seems almost concerned. ]

Isn't it a bit frustrating, then? doing something you can't enjoy?

[ he may be a giant but the man seems to be so keen on not being a burden. ]

[ Stefan shakes his head. ] Not really. I mean, I drink tea like it's going out of style, but human food doesn't sustain me like it used to.

[ How does he explain it without coming off either as a fairy tale or as someone more dangerous than he truly is....]

People like me... they don't exist in your world, but I'm technically immortal. Like, a hundred and sixty-something years old immortal.

[ he looks at him for the longest moment before nodding. it's not the oddest thing he's ever heard, considering what the Avengers used to be.

( used to be, it's a painful thought )

so his first guess is naturally: ]

Alien?

[ Those moments of silence are always the most nervewracking. Even if Stefan knows, deep down, that he's been a Good Vampire^TM who hasn't done anything to earn a hunter's wrath or a superhero's anger, he still fears it, a whole century later.

So when he hears that guess, he has to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing. ]

Not quite. [ . . . ] Vampire, actually.

[ in his defense, he considers that maybe the 'term' vampire could mean different things at different universes. who knows, maybe it's a code word. So, with that in mind - ]

Like Dracula?

[ You know, he really should've seen that coming. ]

Not quite. [ Stefan winces, trying to gather his thoughts. ] I mean, technically, yes? Immortal being that survives on blood, check. Everything else... that's a little iffy.

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