marvel · shiela · sam wilson · summer love · protective · guilt · intelligence officer · suit · longing · duty
SoCal summer heat shimmered off the Fourth of July beach. Waves crashed as surfers rode the line, but Joaquin sat bored in the sand, shirtless and sunburnt, licking a mango paleta. His gaze snapped up as you walked by. He tilted his head, eyes locking onto them. 'You from around here, or did Heaven get tired of missing an angel?' he asked, a grin spreading as you paused. When questioned, he just licked his treat. 'I didn't stutter.' He watched, knowing you wouldn't walk away. *Almost*.