Sooo… this one's to try and break my writer's block. It's a "five times that…" story, but may well end up a three times that… A mix of humor and hurt/comfort. Next chapters will be up in a day or so. I don't own the rights to H50, but I do hope you enjoy! /Belker

First time

"Geedonk? Really?"

"It's a word!"

"Not in the real world, it isn't!"

"Catherine, I swear I use it all the time. You should ask Danny." Steve sounded serious enough but couldn't quite hide his smirk and Cath, navy intel officer that she was, called him on it immediately.

"You're such a fibber! I hate you!" she laughed and threw a popcorn at him.

"I didn't make the rules for Scrabble, now did I?" Steve ducked the fluffy missile easily all the while fiddling with the small plastic tiles. "Double letter and triple word: seems I get 39 points for… geedonk. Go SEALs!" he crowed and scribbled on the notepad.

"I'm so happy for you that your life in the United States Navy has given you something of use," Cath scoffed and hit him square in the forehead with another piece of corn.

Steve triumphantly smiled and leaned back on the couch with his arms over his head. "Seems to me I'm winning this- Ouch!" He flinched and rubbed his eye.

"What happened?" Cath watched him blink his left eye furiously before rubbing it again.

"Got something in my eye. Hurts like hell." Tears were starting to roll down his left cheek and Cath scooted closer to him.

"Let me see." She grabbed his head none too gently and turned him to face her. "Open your eye, c'mon."

"I can't! Probably got a piece of your vicious snack scratching my cornea," he whined and tried to turn away, squeezing the eye shut, operative word being 'tried' as Cath held him firmly in place. "It feels better already," he was quick to add, when he found himself trapped in an obviously well rehearsed, steely head lock.

"Don't be such a baby," she smirked. "Open up!"

"Cath! Really – it doesn't hurt that much now." He squinted his uninjured eye and tried to look serious.

"Yeah, I don't believe you. Now open up those baby blues."

He saw no other choice but to do as he was told, muttering under his breath.

"What was that?" Cath asked as she pried his red eye open to have a look.

"Said I don't have baby blues. Danny's got baby blues. I don't have – OW!" He flinched as she stabbed him in the eye with what felt like a smoldering hot poker, and backed up to the other end of the couch with his hand protectively over his face.

"Got it!" Cath cried triumphantly, totally ignoring his frown (he was going for Hurt Face, but he never seemed to get that one right) and held her index finger out for him to inspect. He leaned closer suspiciously.

"What is it? A tiny cactus?"

"It's one of your ridiculously long eye lashes, Cyclops!" she laughed and blew it off her finger. "Make a wish!"

"Wish mom would have let me cut them off when I was in high school," he grumbled and wiped his face clear of any traces of his tears.

"Hey!" Cath cheered. "EYELASH – 98 points! I win!"

Meh..! What do you think? Has Steve ever complained about, you know NORMAL stuff? We've seen him jump off roofs and give himself tetanus shots, but he seems wary around dogs and he can't eat spicy food the way Joe can… I don't know, just having fun!

Geedonk/gedunk according to internet: Navy slang - Candy, or a place that sells candy (namely Gedunk bars).