A man out of time.

I'm not too sure what to put here. I've never done this sort of thing before. Well, I'm just a kid from Brooklyn. I'm also a man out of time, though I guess I've also been getting better with the whole seventy-years-into-the-future thing. Uh... I like baseball? [Independent blog for Steve Rogers! More movie-verse than comic-verse, though I will include some of the canon from the comics. I role play with any fandom!] Status: Married.

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Extremis | astarspangledman

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"Then I guess actually relaxing is out of the question then?"  Tony joked, picking up the reactor and giving it a quick once-over before reattaching it and twisting it back into place.  Picking up his shirt he tugged it back on and pulled up another screen to look at the armor diagnostics.  It was trashed.  Sighing, he closed the screen and looked up at his husband.  "You feeling better?" he asked, still a little worried about Steve’s long stint without proper care.

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"Well, it would be nice while it lasted," Steve replied with a small smile, watching Tony reattach the armor. He let out a small relieved sigh upon watching. There was a good chance that he'd never be comfortable watching Tony remove the arc reactor. The thought of him having a cardiac arrest just freaked him out a little too much and a little too often. Hearing Tony's question, he nodded in reassurance. "I feel like brand new," he replied, slipping his arms around the man's waist. "I'm better, really. I'm sorry for worrying you."

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hunger games au | theamazingtonystark

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Tony gave a grin as the elevator stopped on the third floor.  “See you then,” he said, strutting out of the elevator to the mortified shriek of his handler (“You really couldn’t keep it on for another ten minutes!?”) and aiming for his room and the overindulgent shower that awaited him.

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Steve sighed once Tony had exited the elevator, running a hand through his hair as he waited for the elevator to come to another stop on his own floor. Once it did, he stepped off, rubbing his temples and heading for the shower as well. He was so ready to get that damn gel out of his hair, and then to get into his own clothing. As comfortable as his get-up had been, he felt more comfortable dressing as himself. Once he was finished showering, he plopped down on his bed, almost passing out then and there because of how comfortable it was.

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AU | astarspangledman

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"Love you too, Princess," Tony said.  He knew he should probably stay up, make sure Steve was really ok, that he’d adjust fine and didn’t need something special now that he was super soldiered up again… But he really, honestly could not manage to keep his eyes opened.  He wasn’t sure if the question he wanted to voice actually made it out of his mouth in the form of a mumbled garble of vowels or he just imagined it, but the next thing he knew he was asleep

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Steve smiled softly and reached up to brush his fingers through the man's hair, gently, before he settled in and slid his arms back around him, sighing contentedly. It wasn't long before he became even more drowsy, and he soon drifted off to sleep as well, keeping Tony close to him in his arms.

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Extremis | astarspangledman

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"Warm is generally a good thing," Tony agreed, setting the arc reactor on the table and angling a camera so he could check to see what the heck was going on in the hole that was still present in his chest.  Nothing especially interesting apparently.  Steve was much more appealing, but Tony didn’t really want to practically test how long he could stay awake without the arc reactor in.  "Nobody trying to tear the city down yet?  I figured we’d be dealing with a full-on invasion by now," he joked.

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"Every now and then, yeah," Steve replied lightly, watching as Tony checked out the arc reactor and the hole in his chest. While he knew that Tony knew what he was doing, he still couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about the reactor being out of his chest for too long. He was likely too used to being worried about Tony having a cardiac arrest over the lack of the reactor. "See, it's because we were expecting it that nothing's happening," Steve replied with a grin. "If we weren't, we'd be out there right now."

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guys. i graduated tonight.

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Freedom

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Viva La Vida - Coldplay

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I’m practically pissing myself. scratchthemaven

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i mad that in the “steve discovers pop culture” posts nobody mentions him losing his shit over animation like homie’s an artist and probably saw snow white as many times as he could. imagine him seeing Ariel’s hair float around in the little mermaid or all the weird partial 3D in Aladdin

and tony’s in the corner like “but sci fi and visual effects” and steve’s like shhh i’m trying to watch the hunchback of notre dame”

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Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips You’re my back bone, you’re my cornerstone You’re my crutch when my legs stop moving

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Imagine Dragons | Ready Aim Fire

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Secret Avengers #08

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makeup artist!Steve/celebrity of some sort!Tony

Tony has this annoying habit of turning up to the makeup chair looking like he hasn’t slept in three days and got hit by a truck on the way here.

Steve looks him over- the hoodie, the sneakers, the torn jeans that Tony could easily replace in that pesky way billionaires can replace torn jeans, the engine oil smudged at the top of his forehead. It’s in his hair.

Even sighing, Steve can’t help but return the smile Tony shoots at him before getting shuttled off to the showers. Steve plays games on his phones for twenty minutes, at which point Tony strolls out, dressed in a tux, his hair wet and everything oil-free.

"Ta-da," he says, like he always does, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"In the chair, Tony." 

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