Oh, Steve! *wants to hug him* Just the mere thought of Steve cleaning up his father's blood... *dies a little* I love how you wrote him here, the intensity, the pain, the tiredness. The pilot was so fast-paced that there was literally no room to feel, not for the audience, and not for Steve. I guess this is exactly what might have happened after that happy little scene at HQ, when Steve was finally home alone and faced with his ghosts.
I can't imagine how painful it must have been to finally hear his father really talk to him, see him, tell him he loves him... and then have it all taken away again forever in such a cruel way. *shivers* You captured it all perfectly. It must have felt so surreal, to have childhood memories mix with evidence of a crime scene - and I don't even want to imagine how it must have felt to know that it was his father who was murdered there. No wonder he needed to scrub away the blood more than he needed rest or a shower or dinner.
*sneaks into fic after Steve has fallen asleep and hugs the stuffing out of him* *covers him with a blanket and slips off again*
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Date: 2012-05-03 05:09 pm (UTC)I can't imagine how painful it must have been to finally hear his father really talk to him, see him, tell him he loves him... and then have it all taken away again forever in such a cruel way. *shivers* You captured it all perfectly. It must have felt so surreal, to have childhood memories mix with evidence of a crime scene - and I don't even want to imagine how it must have felt to know that it was his father who was murdered there. No wonder he needed to scrub away the blood more than he needed rest or a shower or dinner.
*sneaks into fic after Steve has fallen asleep and hugs the stuffing out of him*
*covers him with a blanket and slips off again*