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Knowing is Half the Battle || Tony and Steve

Tony frowned at the offending object that had been at the forefront of his mind for months- the same object that now sat otherwise unassumingly at the top of his office desk. Taking another long drink from his glass, the billionaire was momentarily grounded by the burn of whiskey that crept down his throat. For a moment the man was worried by the fact he no longer winced at the taste. The cellphone stared back at him, taunting him with the conclusion he had come to.

Find Rogers before Ross does, and you could do something right… for once.

Tony swished the liquid dregs that still coloured the bottom of his glass as he wondered when he had stopped mixing his hard liquor. Gone were the days and nights of multi-coloured, sweet beverages that burned their way up his throat in the form of the next morning’s rainbow-hued vomit. Here were the days of one-toned, diluted stomach acid.

You could have saved us. Why didn’t you do more?

The implanted memory of Steve’s dying words rang out from the back of Tony’s inebriated thoughts, encouraging the wince that the whiskey had failed to inspire. Tony blinked dumbly at the phone in front of him as his stomach began to churn. He rolled his chair away from the desk as his free hand moved up to push through his hair. Luckily, the product from that morning provided some resistance to the action, and helpfully pulled Tony’s mind away from the oncoming panic attack as his hair was tugged.

“Sir, your vital signs indicate-”

“Not now, Friday.”

The AI fell silent; Tony was well aware of his change in demeanour. Still, the billionaire was glad he hadn’t muted her when he had started drinking. Lately, it seemed that it was only Friday’s voice that broke the silent expanse of Tony’s day-to-day. Phone calls, press conferences, and impromptu interviews were short lived alongside this eerie quietness. Rhodey’s therapy sessions had taken him away from the manor, Vision seemed a ghost these days, and Pete might as well have been-

You could have saved us. Why didn’t you do more?

Tony rolled his chair back towards his desk as his arm reached forward for the almost empty bottle. He wished the Expo had commenced before Ross had decided to inspire a fleet of Boba-Fetts to hunt down and kill everyone he cared about- loved? Cared about.

Tony’s hand brought the bottle to his lips instead of his glass; the alcohol-induced dulling of his mind seemed to dampen his desire for cups. Tony shrugged to himself, allowing for the change as he attempted to place the empty cup on his desk. At the last moment, his hand weaved and, instead, released the crystal onto the floor, causing it to shatter. Tony groaned, realizing he was drunker than he’d thought.

“Shall I alert the custodial staff, or would you prefer to ignore that too?”

“Don’t sass me, Friday.”

Tony pitched forwards slightly as he reached into his pants pocket for his own cellphone. Bruce had not answered any of his calls. The phone was gone, or Bruce was dead. If alive (which the lack of a kill confirmation in Ross’ database suggested) then Bruce would more than likely be in contact with Steve- birds of a feather, and what not. If that were the case, then the phone on his desk was his last tie…

Tony wondered if he was drunk enough to do something stupid.

“Friday…”

There was a short pause.

“Sir?”

“Can… pull up the…”

Tony’s hand was on the disposable phone as he tried to figure out his orders. Tony had tried to use the phone once before, but-… but he couldn’t. Steve more than likely had decided against keeping in contact with him and had destroyed his phone by now; if not before the press conference, then certainly after it. Hell, he couldn’t blame him- Pete had been driven away by his personality, and he’d known Tony for less than a year.

Steve Rogers, Tony. Make sure you remember him- remember that name- your school will probably ask you about Captain America; I knew him. Tony, if you’re good- and I mean actually behaving properly during the Expo, I’ll show you the prototype for his shield again- no, you can’t touch it- it’s important.

Tony pushed the stray, piercing memory away. Now was not the time for thinking.

“Sir?”

“Activate all of our available camera tech. Keep Ross in the dark. Use our uh…”

“System?”

“Yeah- use that and- and track the call that… track this phone’s outgoing call. I don’t want this conversation or any pinned location to escape this room- do not alert Ross. I wouldn’t last long in prison.”

Tony felt his gut tighten as he clicked onto the only number entered into the contact list. Tony’s heart hammered in his chest as his thumb hesitated on the touch-pad.

You could have saved us. Why didn’t you do more? Tony hit ‘call’.

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Desperation.

Steve had known the feeling before, felt it when his mother passed and he felt so alone in the universe. The days he could barely scrounge up enough change for groceries, living day to day in the midst of the depression, were the most taxing. His body would rebel in the winter months, and his lungs would fill up, leaving him to a slow torturous life, wondering what moment was going to be his last.

He’d seen soldiers and civilians alike be maimed or killed - Hell, the Captain had killed people in the crossfire, it was part of being in the army. Steve Rogers watched his best friend fall to his death, and if that wasn’t enough, he had to watch the same man be pulled apart and recreated into a weapon.

All of the desperate times in Steve’s life had a common denominator though - Bucky. He was there through the tragedy, the sickness, the war and casualties - and then he became one.

Those facts alone were the only ones keeping Steve from calling Tony.

Even thinking back, he wouldn’t change his actions, not if it meant putting Bucky’s life in danger again. The outcome wasn’t favorable, but if being back in Tony’s good graces meant denouncing Bucky as an ally or complying with the government’s plan to control them, then he wanted to no part of it. Now really, that part was all speculation. There was no telling what would earn Tony’s friendship back - though there was only the beginning of one anyway. But this war was getting much more complicated than that.

He couldn’t take the chance of Tony outing his location, because with the intel Steve had one where others might be, he could be putting everyone else in danger who had already put their asses on the line for this cause. So he left the line open, put the ball in Tony’s court. If Tony was half as stubborn as his father - and Steve could almost confirm that fact if they ever got around to talking about Howard - it would take another alien invasion for him to call.

So contacting him was the last thing on Steve’s mind, especially given that he had a few people to find. There was no telling what kind of progress the government had made in finding out where people were. As a strategist, Steve’s first thought was that they had to at least have an idea of where they were in order to make a threat like that so public. Though a small part of him sensed fear - insighting panic among the people would make the good guys feel like bad guys, and isolating them with the fear of being shot on sight.

It was in a safe house in Missouri that Steve stopped in his tracks, setting aside the research he had in favor of digging through his bag for his phone. For a moment, he hoped it was Sam was maybe some good news, some sort of breakthrough that could make all this running around a little less fruitless.

Tony calling...

This wasn’t happening.

He blinked a few times, and when he still saw that name flashing on the screen of the cell phone, his stomach dropped, guilt welling up at the thought of having to hear his voice. Would he be able to keep a lid on his own resentment? Would he be apologetic?

Would there be a heavy silence because they aren’t friends anymore?

They never were

But there had to be a reason for the call, and if it wasn’t a trick, which he assumed it wasn’t - even Tony wouldn’t stoop that low, he knew that. With one click, he answered, not able to wait for even a moment’s pause.

“Tony” he was practically breathless, and in that one word - in just the other’s name - Steve poured out much more relief than he meant to. There was still anger, and they would likely still disagree, but for the first time in months, Steve felt grounded.

#tonyman-ironstark #p: knowing is half the battle #{tony ✮ }

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Peter & Steve//Aww, Shucks.

Had it been easy to find the intel? No. Was he exactly happy during the struggle to grasp it? No. But was it fun? Yes. Well, no. But it was interesting, quite the experience, and he had what he needed to find Dr. Banner.

Peter called out of his “job,” which, by now, had dissolved into giving Tony the cold shoulder and diving into his own projects. It was a sad blend of many things, featuring his own frustrations with the man’s attitude as of late. However, it was understood. Peter didn’t speak about it, and Tony made no effort to discuss it with him, but Bruce’s abrupt disappearance was no mere coincidence. The man had been labeled a fugitive, someone dangerous, someone damned into this whole mess. Next on the list of socially debilitating emotions came his personal guilt. He let the Soldier roam free, and though he hadn’t been reported to hurt anyone, he lived on-edge with the thought that one day, the call would come, and it’d be his own fault.

But with that guilt came the curiosity. Why hadn’t the Soldier made a hit? What happened before this all really? Was there something Tony wasn’t telling him?

After the reorganization of SHIELD, there were new files. New cases, new projects, new fights, and new missions. Getting into them hadn’t been easy. The old ones popped around the internet, easy to weave in and out of, simple to navigate as Peter freely investigated them– but none of them had the information he needed. Nothing there spoke the truth to him about the HYDRA infiltrators, about the right hand of HYDRA.

So he used other means to find the information he needed, and what he found was nothing that proved Tony’s good intentions. Scorned, betrayed, he saved it. Waited until he could afford it without being shackled. Peter left, on his own, and made his way to find Dr. Banner on his own. His own projects in tow, he began tracking the first lead to an old town in Virginia.

The trail led him through Virginia, Kentucky, Illinois, Ohio, and seemed to cut cold at his next stop, Missouri. An old, handsome town– Palmyra, Missouri. The streets were clean, buildings gleaming red brick and brushed-white. Old ones, from the forties, maybe thirties, kept tidy and structured. It was surrounded by vast fields of corn and wheat, and the plants could be seen swaying in the gentle summer breeze from the courthouse. Really, it wouldn’t have surprised him to see Bruce in such a calm, peaceful place, with people scurrying over the same errands each day and biding time in measured fashion. But Peter knew better. Would this be the place for Bruce to come when he feared he was a danger, or, worse, that others saw him as one? A close-knit town like this, plus Bruce’s picture circulating the news, would be a red flag. Briefly, the image of townsfolk driving Bruce Banner out with torches and pitchforks came to mind.

Peter snorted at the thought, pushing sweaty, tacky bangs from his face.

His doubt was well-placed. The coordinates he’d triangulated led him to an outstretched cornfield. More than anything, it had been a disappointment. Did Peter have hope to find Bruce? Not hope, maybe. But he wanted to see him again. If nothing else, to touch bases and be on their way. Why? Hell, he barely knew. Maybe it was scorn for Tony, or his admiration of the man. His personal regrets for backing something so hell-bent on driving a man who’d done nothing wrong to run away. The possibilities were endless, really.

Peter had recruited up a tractor as he searched the field, hunting down a possible barn, or, hell, a storage building. An outhouse, anything, but nothing. No trace of Bruce Banner anywhere to be seen, unless you counted the smell. Still, he lingered, lounging on the seat of his tractor by the main road, watching the sun setting. There was still reason to wait. Maybe he’d show, or maybe he’d catch onto the other man he’d stumbled upon in his search for the doctor.

He could have sworn he saw Steve Rogers lingering outside the old factory in McCreary County. Could he have been imagining things? Quite possible. The heat of the midwest during this time of the year was mind-bending. But could it have been the Captain himself? Again, quite possible. Bruce Banner was his friend, wasn’t he? And now he was in this mess along with them.

His patience lasted out until the sun fell under the horizon, and the night sky became dotted with stars and looming, purple clouds. Moonlight was his only guide now. The tractor was abandoned by the corner of the field, along with the tiniest apology left there, scribbled on a sandwich-counter receipt in felt-tip pen. A five dollar bill was dropped there alongside it to make up for all the gas Peter’d wasted. Was five dollars enough? He wasn’t sure, all he did was walk and swing around, anymore.

The roads weren’t paved through, with was a delight for Peter’s worn toes. The ground was soft and dry beneath his feet, making it easy to take the pilgrimage back to town. Moonlight hit the dirt and bounced back up, washing the landscape over in a gentle blue glow, and Peter thought it looked pretty damn nice, so the flashlight was foregone for now. All in all, it was peaceful. No cars or traffic zooming by, no shouting from the street, no whir and buzz of mechanical toys coming from below him. Just serene, wholesome silence, interrupted only by his footsteps and the crow of grasshoppers chirping away. In fact, Peter was so entranced by it all, he barely noticed it when another pair of footsteps joined him in an easy scuffle down the dirt road.

Subtlety be damned, Peter’s chin pushed up, and he noticed a looming figure far away. Tall, broad as a damn goliath. He didn’t waver, simply kept on, unable to find it in him to fear the advance of a stranger. Peter wasn’t exactly weak, and he certainly wasn’t afraid of some one guy walking down the street. But as he came closer, Peter started to recognize the deliberate swinging of his arms, the way his shoulders sloped, and the image became clearer and clearer. Peter halted in his steps, a mere five meters from the man, and gave him a cursory glance. There was no denying he recognized him, and with how little the attempt to cloak himself was, Peter locked onto the familiarity easily.

This was Steve Rogers. There was no denying it, he had seen him. That had been the Captain. Peter’s mouth dried like he’d swallowed cotton, and he hesitated, mulling around where he stood before speaking up. His voice seemed to echo in the space between them, even if he spoke no louder than he ever would, and his words filled the tension high.

“You, uh…” he started, wetting his lips before going on, voice crackled from the distinct lack of use in the day. His accent stuck out like a sore thumb, disconnecting him from the quiet town easily. “You need any help getting around? Look kinda lost.”

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Steve had already accepted his fate a fugitive. To be honest, he’d already come to terms with it long before the government tried to control them. He really only needed to take two steps into the 21st century, live a few days in it, to know that this - this - was not what he fought to protect. Liberties were being stripped from people, the same freedoms that men died for in his time. Soldiers, friends, comrades all met the same fate sooner or later, and now America, and the world, could only be bothered to be united by one thing - Making sure heroes like him were kept in check.

Yeah, he made the choice to rebel for his cause, to defend his liberties, and his friend. But some of the others didn’t get the luxury of a choice of a declared stance. Of course, anything that opposed that government would have landed them under protective custody anyway, so the shadows seemed like a pretty comfortable place.

It only took one breaking news bulletin for Steve to throw all logic out the window. Any plans he’d made previously, any strategy that he had up his sleeve, were pushed to the back burner for a greater cause. Steve knew Tony, and although they had their disagreements, there was no way he could agree withthe police shooting them on sight, especially Bruce. But things had changed, and it made him wonder if he really even knew Tony Stark at all.

That, of course, lead him to extensive research. He was a strategist first, a leader in every sense of the word. But his knowledge would never be at Dr. Banner’s level. In a way, he knew that tracking him down with be damn near impossible, and he was sure that Bruce would cover any tracks he had, leaving nothing behind.

For a few days, it was a steady rhythm of travel and searching. Things felt more promising than he’d initially anticipated. But the clincher was keeping himself concealed. Turned out that being a super solider, a historic icon, and a wanted fugitive had it’s downsides - mainly, everyone could spot his face and physique a mile away. Romanoff taught him a few things, sure, but he’d never be a spy.

So most of his work was done at night, the attempts at finding Bruce starting out as hopeful and then going cold, leading him to a dead trail. It was Missouri in the middle of the summer, and he didn’t know where to go next. In his frustration, the Captain did one more final sweep over the supposed area, and found himself near a factory, not too much light around him, which was just perfect in case there was anyone around. The last thing he needed was the media or police being called, especially if Bruce was actually somewhere around here.

But there was no luck, not even the most discreet places in the area had even a trace that Bruce was even there. Walking with purpose, albeit frustration, Steve started down the road, abandoning the search for now. There was something to be said about trying to find someone without a clear head - he needed that logic back, and even if that meant he needed to step away for a day or two, Steve knew that the results would be worth it.

There was a flicker of fear that fell over Steve as he saw another figure walking, the man not sounding very old, but his accent was unmistakable. Panic rose up in his body and he could almost feel the bile in his throat as he thought of a game plan. But he didn’t move.

“Sounds like you’re pretty far from home yourself, son” Steve cleared his throat, trying to relax his muscles - he needed to look casual, to blend in (as much as man walking around at night could look, he supposed), “I think I can get along just fine. You probably shouldn’t be out and about though. Isn’t there a curfew in these parts?”

#webheaded-spiderpunk #{peter +}#steve is everyones father #king of deflecting #p: aww shucks

Character Development Questions

1: Describe their routine of a normal day/how do they feel when this routine is disrupted?

2: Greatest strength?

3: Greatest weakness?

4: What one thing would your muse change about themselves?

5: Introverted or extroverted & why ?

6: Organised or messy & why ?

7: What three things do they consider themselves to be very good/bad at?

8: Do they like themselves?

9: What are the reasons for their profession? Are the REAL reasons different than what they TELL others?

10: Where do they see themselves in five years?

11: How do they want to die?

12: What would they want to be remembered for?

13: What three words do they use to describe their personality?

14: What three words would YOU (the mun) use to describe their personality?

15: What advice, as the mun, would you give to your muse?

#rp meme #ask it #headcanon meme

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

#rp meme #ask it #headcanon meme

No Refuge ||

Shot on sight.

That should have been a more dangerous prospect to the Captain. But he’d already been through a war of his own, and even as a nameless solider, you were just another target - another strategy - to the enemy.

So this was just another fight, another cause that he stood behind. It was his unwavering truth that he defended, the one that justified breaking off from what was said to be ‘good’.

Those accords only feigned security.

No - it wasn’t himself he worried for. Steve knew the battle he signed up for, and the consequences that came with that choice. But the list of names following, his teammates, friends - that’s what made his blood boil, seeing only red as his collected demeanor shifted to rage.

There was anger and overwhelming guilt -

Sam - His wingman, a friend. He had a good chance at survival - He knew what it was like to be a solider, to live the life always looking over your shoulder. There was Bucky...and the thought of anyone getting their hands on him again, to tear him apart and instill in his a different truth - that’s what got Steve to worry.

The list went on, and although every name meant so much, Steve stopped at the ones that hadn’t even declared a side.

Thor

Hulk

No.

No. No. No.

That’s not what was supposed to happen.

This was their fight - this was Tony vs. Steve on every level. This was the government against Captain America and all who followed him. But these people hadn’t made a choice, and now their absence has left them marked as fugitives.

At this point, it wasn’t even a choice, it was an obligation - Steve needed to find them. If the other side wasn’t offering protection for them, then he would.

If they were going to be caught in the crossfire of his fight, he was prepared to do something about it.

#plot update #invictus plot

Fractured || Steve and Bucky

{Set 2 months earlier}

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was outnumbered in this war. Sure, there was an impressive force on his side, ones who didn’t necessarily back his actions 100%, but they fought for the same cause - freedom. But Tony has the government, hell, he had the world against him, and not even a band of misfit superheroes could take on impressive armies and government officials - that’s exactly why he was laying low.

But it had been far too long since Bucky went back into cryo, and there was so much more that they needed to do, and Steve couldn’t do it by himself anymore. He had a team, but he didn’t have his partner, his right hand man. Sure, some could speculate that his actions were fueled by selfishness, but he had a much broader vision in mind. Maybe it was a glimmer of optimism that finally struck him that hoped Bucky could be redeemed at the same time as the rest of them, that somehow, they could win this war and gain back their rights.

At this point though, they were fugitives, and nothing could change the opinions of a fearful world, one that didn’t understand what they were, and lost sight of what these heroes stood for.

That thought process is what lead him to this moment, safely powering down the system and watching as the ice melted away, evaporating as the glass that separated Bucky from the world slid back and revealed his friend. It was bittersweet, and as happy as he was to welcome him back, he knew it was bringing him back into a world that wanted him dead.

“Buck” Steve’s tone stayed soft, so impossibly low that he wasn’t even sure he’d spoken out loud at first - his insecurities about the world melted away along with the ice.

#captbrnes #invictus starter #{Bucky♦ }#Fractured

Fourth of July

5,113.571 weeks

35,795 days

859,080 hours

51,544,800 minutes

3,092,688,000 seconds

#invictus event #4th of july #Steve's Birthday #Headcanon #headcanons

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Happy birthday, Steven Grant Rogers!

Under the cut, there are different relationships (with song lyrics attached to them) Please send me all the you want to apply to our character’s relationship with each other so that we can plot more and have a better understanding of the dynamic.

I like you - “ The moonlight plays upon your skin”

You like me - “ A kiss that lingers takes me in”

Flirtation - “ I fall asleep inside of you”

Dating - “ There are no words”

Seduction/One Night Stand - “ There’s only truth”

Serious Relationship - “ And nobody knows you like I do”

Ex - “ The world doesn’t understand”

The One - “ But I grow stronger in your hands”

Acquaintance - “ When you feel all alone”

Role Model/Look Up to - “ And the world has turned its back on you”

Friend - “ Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart”

Close Friend - “ I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you”

Like a Sibling - “ It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold”

Best Friend - “ When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can’t take anymore”

Annoyance - “ So break me, shake me, hate me, take me over”

Rival- “When the madness stops then you will be alone”

Enemy- “Don’t you know I live with a ton of regret”

Frenemy- “Cause I used to move you in a way that you’ve never known”

HATE - “But you hurt me in a way that I’ve never known”

#character building

Lonely Road || Open

I doesn’t matter if it’s 1945 or 2016, Steve was going to be stubborn about just about everything - It wasn’t in his nature not to be. All of the events that tore the Avengers apart happened so fast, and his judgement was clouded, only thinking about redemption for his friend. It started out as disagreeing with Tony on purely the principle of it all - he’d seen even the most trustworthy leaders be corrupted, and there was no way he was putting his service to this country (or really the world) in the hands of these people.

But it was the emotions that he felt - anger, resentment, guilt - that really had him looking back on his choices. He wasn’t alone. Steve had a fairly strong force of followers, people that had defended a hero’s choice to lead and to stay within their rights to help others. But their judgement wasn’t good enough - not to law makers or politicians; The world’s leaders even saw them as a threat.

Steve Rogers never thought he would be the man without a country. He didn’t represent America as it was, but what America was supposed to stand for. It was never perfect, and it certainly never lived up to the ideals it set for itself, but now he couldn’t associate with it, not when he was on the run no matter where he went.

He was prepared to defend his choices and ideals for as long as it took, even if that meant getting taken down in the process. But he was seen as a leader in a great revolution, and there were people counting on him in every sense of the word. There was no more being discreet and saving the day - it was an all out war, and they were all on the government’s hit-list. More guilt surfaced, hitting him like a ton of bricks. He’d never show it, his vulnerability peeking through only at the most desperate times, and there were few that got to see it.

But that brought him to a dark alley, trudging through to a back door, swinging it open as softly as he could to get inside. Another day, another safehouse. This one was tucked away in Dawson Creek, British Columbia. He had, of course, told the others that this place was going to be safe, which was a relief, because Steve had been on the move so much that he’d hardly been able to keep in contact with the others.

Walking into the place, he sat down on an old wooden chair, slumping over in exhaustion - this battle was going to be harder than he thought. He couldn’t show that weakness, couldn’t let the others know that maybe he was faltering in his leadership, maybe he didn’t always have the answers. But he could sure fake it until he did.

#invictus starter #open

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Avengers Annual 2013

#about steve #{tony ✮ }

Loneliness wasn’t a foreign emotion for Steve. It all but captivated him during his time spent transitioning into this new century. The future - the present really - held newer things, new ideas, and it didn’t take much to catch on to the advancements that were made. But the isolation he felt had nothing to do with the century itself, but that he’d left behind all of the things that shaped him into who he was. He was raised in near poverty, struggling to make ends meet, with an abusive father, and a mother who died too soon.

He had friends and neighbors and comrades, both fallen and well, and his experiences with them were not just a memory for him, but a monumental part of history that graced the walls of museums and history books. His life was in a glass case staring at him in a closed off exhibit. His struggles were now words on a page with different authors speculating and assuming and forcing their opinions about his ideals, his integrity, and all that he stood for. But now he was here, and eve being smothered with reporters and politicians, he felt more lonely than he’d ever been.

There were times when he felt alone in the universe - when his mother died, when Bucky got drafted, when he couldn’t enlist, when he dropped out of art school - all of these whens, and it was in these moments that he felt like he was a man without a country, not even the nation he fought for the lean on, because their ideals and motives had changed to something he couldn’t support, and they couldn’t support him anymore.

And Tony - not a close friend by any standards, but a comrade, someone he fought along with, a man that made him feel purpose again, breathing new life into the broken Captain - now he was gone from his life, a difference in opinion almost being deadly, and there was no repairing that friendship anytime soon. Now he was living his life on the run, grateful to have a team of people behind him, ones who understood what liberties were being stripped from them. This, for all intents and purposes, was a war - and Captain America and all who stood beside him, were fugitives.

But Steve knew he was doing what was right. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind. And with every glance at Bucky, his memories flashed before his eyes and reminded him who he was fighting for - an innocent man. Guilt overwhelmed him, taking on as much of the blame as he could, watching and waiting as he saw more and more of his friend sneak past the hard exterior he’d made for himself. That man had saved his life not just on the battlefield, had bared his own vulnerabilities for him, and was the best man he ever knew. He would fight a thousand battles in a thousand centuries to defend James Buchanan Barnes.

(Inspiration listening to this)

#about steve #background info #thought process #headcanon #headcanons

Headcanon #1

Contrary to popular belief, Steve is not the man with a plan. He’s actually a little more impulsive than that. His thoughts and actions are a little more fluid and depend on the situation. He’s quick on his feet, and although he is great with strategy ahead of time, right now, he is just trying to take it one step at a time

#headcanon #steve rogers #queued

“The world is going to hell, and people can just sit there with their morning coffee and watch it burn.”

Throat burning from the anger that welled up and threatened to sting his eyes with tears, Steve clenched his fists in a fruitless attempt at composure, “But it’s not because we don’t have the means, but because we don’t have the will to make things right”

#invictus starter #open

PANIC || OPEN

Steve sunk down against the wall, the chest moving up and down rapidly, but breath not coming to him easily. It was another nightmare, the same one that had plagued him for a week straight. Once he found the strength to get to his feet, he stumbled over to the door, crashing it open with a series of noises that even he couldn’t distinguish, the groans from himself mixed with the cracking of the door off it’s hinges.The walk to the kitchen was a blur, but he was just thankful he got there in one piece. He steadied his breathing, but his hand had a slight tremor as he poured water into his glass.

He held his breath briefly a few times just to keep his chest from rising and falling like the oh so familiar Asthma attacks of his past. It wasn’t surprising in the least that he would exhibit symptoms like that after a flashback of that magnitude, coming to him while he was awake and now recently, in his sleep as well.

Finally losing what composure he had, the glass slipped through his fingers, glass shattering on the floor by his feet, the whole thing too much of a blur to actually comprehend.

“Damn it” He bent down to pick up the shards of glass–it was far too early to deal with this.

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justcallmehawkeye

Kate just stares at him for a moment, before the grin on her face grows wider. “Well, come on then, Cap.” She downs the rest of her coffee, then stands up, grasping Steve’s hands and tugging. “I know a place near by we can go.”

capontherocks

Steve responded right away to being tugged, leaving their coffee far behind in favor of a new destination. At least spending time with Kate meant that he would always make it to his daily quota of adventure.

“Well then lead the way”

#justcallmehawkeye #{kate ✮ }

garfields-goingreen

Garfield contemplated about that for a moment, sharp tooth catching on his lip while he chewed on it in thought. It felt…weird, talking to Captain America about this, but, he didn’t agree with him, not fully there’s…huh.

“It’s not the same though is it? I mean, convenience, yeah, that plays a part, but I think people are just…scared? That’s how I see it anyway, you’ve got all these people who want the registration act and stuff because they’re scared, and you have all the metas who don’t want it because they’re scared. It’s half the reason we don’t go around policing the world right? Because we’re scared? I mean, of retaliation. So, it’s part convenience, and just…fear isn’t it?”

capontherocks

Letting a long silence settle between them, Steve looked away, unsure of his own words. The confidence he was known for was slipping right through his fingers, and he could feel it leaving his body as the overwhelming uncertainty fell heavy on his heart.

“There has always been something going on in the world that strikes fear in the people” he explained, tone still shaky at best, “But we used to have people we can trust to restore the balance, ones the people looked up to”

He wanted to brush it all off and forget the topic, but that would ever make it go away, “Now we’re so unstable, no one knows who to believe. And with SHIELD being corrupted the whole time, who’s to say some the rest of the government aren’t just as bad? We need order, but that doesn’t mean someone else gets to call the shots, because it’ll lead us right back to where we were with SHIELD”

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