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Captain America: The First Avenger dir. Joe Johnston
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@silvertongued-trickster
A smile tugged at the corners of the trickster’s lips as he received the answer he wanted. Stepping into the Captain’s personal space, his arms snaking around the soldier’s neck as he leaned closer as well. Emerald hues flickered shut for a moment as Loki pressed his forehead against Steve’s, a soft sigh escaping the Æsir’s thin lips as he just enjoyed the intimacy, being close to the Captain again after such a long time spent apart.
❝ I missed you too… ❞ The confession was quiet, his voice breathy, before he pulled Steve in for a soft kiss.
The closeness was so easy and affectionate, more so than any previous relationship that Steve could recall. He melted into the embrace and the breathy confession made him smile into the kiss. It was a smile of delight, of happiness, at the thought of another person missing him while he was away. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the lazy back-and-forth of the kiss, pausing now and then to capture a thin bottom lip between his own in the softest of nips. His hand came up to cup the back of the other’s neck, fingers sliding easily through the silky black tresses.
“Have you been causing trouble while I was away?” Still smiling and his voice low and intimate. Punctuating the question with another kiss.
[ yank ] to roughly grab my muses arm preventing them from leaving after an argument. -Coulson
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It wasn’t the first time they had that argument, but it was the first time Steve had truly meant it - he wasn’t Captain America anymore. Thinking that Coulson had been murdered by Loki had momentarily strengthened their resolve, true, but afterwards it had crushed him. So after the second threat had been done away with, he had decided, once and for all, to quit.
Coulson knew how to deliver harsh truths though, and it had been the first time Steve had felt the overwhelming need to leave an argument. It was certainly the first time he felt Coulson’s firm hand on his arm, stopping him from leaving with barely any pressure. Like anything with Coulson it barely needed strength, he had a quiet authority all of his own.
“Captain America is done”, he said stubbornly. “There’s no place for him in this time.”
@embracingthepenguin
Coulson hates this. Not that Steve was being difficult, that he was doubting himself. He hates seeing the uncertainty in those blue eyes. The firm set of his brows, begging anyone to try him. That quiet determination that makes him such a great leader and really what he’s arguing against… The older man couldn’t blame him.
“You’re a beacon Steve, a symbol that everyone rallies to. What my death did for you and the other avengers, that’s what you do for all of America… for the World. Captain America will always be needed.” He pauses, hand sliding down the other man’s arm. “But, and you can’t tell Fury that I said this, you’re free to choose. You’ve done more for this world than anyon had any right to ask of you.”
Steve was quiet for some time, thoughts and feelings twisting and turning. On his darkest days he found himself wishing that nobody had ever found him in the ice, that he could have remained like that forever. One last, clean sacrifice and then it was done. The world he woke up in had left him behind a long time ago, and yet it still needed him. Coulson was right about that.
It was hard to admit but it was true. But taking the option to walk away... could he do something as selfish as that? Once upon a time he would have done anything for the opportunity to serve his country. To protect people. He had allowed other people to create him, to mold him into someone who could. And now? He had been fortunate - yes fortunate - enough to get a second chance at it, side by side with extraordinary people, heroes, leaders and geniuses. Of which one of them was still holding his arm, the hand a comforting weight there. A good leader and a good man. Who had died for them. He reached out to put his hand on the other’s arm in return, solidifying the connection.
“Thank you”, he said earnestly. “I needed that. A bit of perspective.” And perhaps being told that he could walk away, if he chose to. Simply having the option made a world of difference. He paused, looking at his friend. “How are you doing? After coming back and all.”
Bashful Steve
@glxriouspurpxse
“So are we going at it for round two?” He questioned, placing one hand in his pocket while the other summoned a stick of blue flavoured ice from the nearby freezer, keeping the stall attendee oblivious. Of course in his question, he was referring to their one on one fight back in Germany when Stark and the Quinn jet had so rudely interrupted. “Or is it simply a case of bygones are bygones?…although I wouldn’t put it passed as too much water under the bridge.” he shrugged. “What is it you want, Mr. America? or are you just keeping tabs on me like every other superhuman on this planet seems to be doing.”
“If we have to.” Steve took a couple of steps closer. He noted the trickster god’s hand slip into his pocket and kept a wary distance, however. Judging by how easily he had conjured up an ice pop, he didn’t want to know what could suddenly emerge from his pocket. “I’d rather we didn’t.” He shifted his grip in case he needed his hands free at half a moments notice.
“What I want?” He smiled at the question. “I live here. I think a more interesting question is what you want. I’m not keeping tabs at you... actually until half a minute ago I thought you were dead.” He paused, smile fading. “What are you doing here, Loki? You don’t seem dressed to invade this time.”
Offense and Defense
@a-vezer
oswald practically FELT his eyes roll to harshly at the sight of the card given to the other man— of course fury just GAVE him a card. had the man no respect for his privacy ?? he KNEW he hated it when people came in his work space. this was his time to be away from the public eye and focus— no matter.
the supposed super soldier he was warned about was already here and looking for the discussed weapon he had to make him. “ no no, you’re already here, ” he mutters, grabbing at a rag to wipe is dirty hands, trying to free them of grime and grease. “ no point in sending you off just to come back. ”
once the rag was put down, he a makes his way to the desk at the corner of the room, limp pronounced with his irritation. he grabs a file from the top of the unit and turns to face the other, “ yes, fury told me about you— captain america ?? ” he quirks a brow, silently always having judged the name a little— little too patriotic for the hungarian. then again america was known for its patriotic nature.
“ i am supposed to be making you a specialized weapon upon nick fury’s request. correct ?? ”
Steve nodded, silently going along with whatever the other man preferred. It was his work after all, and his work space.
“Yes, but please just call me Steve.” The flamboyant name Captain America had long since stopped bothering him. Before the serum he had been very small, much smaller that the weapons smith, and the sudden attention after the change had been unsettling to say the least.
He followed him to his desk, noting the limp and wondered what may have caused it. It didn’t seem to slow down the sharp-eyed man though, a detail which added to the respect he felt for him already.
“That’s correct. On his request”, he couldn’t help but emphasize. After all, he still didn’t want an offensive weapon for himself. “The more defensive, the better. And no guns”, he added. He certainly didn’t want to tell the weapons smith how to do his job, but he felt there was an overwhelming risk that he was going to end up with something he wouldn’t even bring with him on a mission. It would be conveniently forgotten, locked away somewhere where it couldn’t hurt anyone.
[ yank ] to roughly grab my muses arm preventing them from leaving after an argument. -Coulson
Reactions to rough || @embracingthepenguin || accepting
It wasn’t the first time they had that argument, but it was the first time Steve had truly meant it - he wasn’t Captain America anymore. Thinking that Coulson had been murdered by Loki had momentarily strengthened their resolve, true, but afterwards it had crushed him. So after the second threat had been done away with, he had decided, once and for all, to quit.
Coulson knew how to deliver harsh truths though, and it had been the first time Steve had felt the overwhelming need to leave an argument. It was certainly the first time he felt Coulson’s firm hand on his arm, stopping him from leaving with barely any pressure. Like anything with Coulson it barely needed strength, he had a quiet authority all of his own.
“Captain America is done”, he said stubbornly. “There’s no place for him in this time.”
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[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall.
[ guide ] to roughly grab my muse and pull them into a passionate kiss.
[ yank ] to roughly grab my muses arm preventing them from leaving after an argument.
[ pin ] to roughly grab my muses wrists.
[ tug ] to roughly grab my muses hair.
[ rip ] or [ rip + name clothing piece ] to roughly rip a piece of clothing off my muse.
[ spank ] to spank my muse.
[ choke ] to choke my muse.
[ push ] to roughly push my muse onto a bed.
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Rough touch
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11. Your muse slams mine against a wall hard
They had been working out together and as the banter had turned competitive, the workout became a training session. Pretty soon Steve realised he had underestimated the mechanic. He was in better shape than he had thought and far from all his power came with the suit. One moment they were grappling, strong hands sliding over sweat-slick skin, and Steve attempted to use his height to his advantage - and the next moment he found himself slammed into the wall so hard he got his breath knocked out of him.
He huffed a breathless laugh, unsure now, because suddenly the sensation of skin to skin was scalding and he was very very aware that he had no idea what to do with his hands. They came to rest on Tony’s arms but there was no strength in the grip.
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Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
What Brings You Around? || Steve Rogers
“Sir Captain Rogers is requesting entry into the lab.” the mechanical voice of J.A.R.V.I.S draws Tony’s attention away from where he’s currently got the latest STARKPhone model opened up, wires and circuit board exposed. To say that the engineer is startled by the information is an understatement. Even though they had banded together to save the world, he and Steve hadn’t gotten off on the best foot.
“Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, what are you?”
Steven Grant Rogers had been a figure within Tony’s life since day one, which was slightly hysterical considering that up until the Helicarrier, they had never actually met each other. Howard’s obsession with the man had bled over to his interactions with his son. Steve had been used a the life model for Tony, a standard he was being held to that was ever more unachievable. Aunt Peggy had done her best to try and temper out Howard’s near canonizing of all the great things Steve Rogers was by giving her a little more realistic view of who the man had been when he was alive, but it had been useless to stop Tony from feeling like he had to measure up to what Steve had been.
“Well Mamma always did tell me it was rude to leave guests waiting.” He winked up at J.A.R.V.I.S camera, the AI opening the door as Tony spun around, his eyesight now firmly on the Star Spangled Man with a Plan who was walking into his lab.
“Capsicle! What brings you to my big ugly tower?” the engineer teases, curiosity peaked.
@captainsunshineboy
Checking in on Tony hadn’t been a conscious plan, but not an impulse either. It was instinct that drove Steve to check in on his team after they had resisted the alien invasion. It was a process from his days in the military, just something that you did. Part of them would always remain on the battle field, and so they continued to take care of each other. It was part of the no-man-left-behind philosophy.
Tony lives in the same city. It made sense to visit him first. Besides, of all the Avengers he is most concerned about Tony. None of the others had actually been stuck in another dimension, for one thing.
At the joke Steve grins and ducks his head, nodding. He doesn’t mind the nickname, and he stands by his initial assessment of the tower. However...
“I’m happy to see that it’s much nicer on the inside”, he says mildly. Today, like any other day that he’s not on a mission, he wears his usual clothes which most would agree are as much out of time as he is. Beige, high waisted pleated trousers, a blue white checked shirt and a brown leather jacket. “Thought I’d see how you’re doing.”
To take the edge of the words, and hopefully to circumvent a defensive reaction, he adds: “And maybe you could show me how to download an app.” He is keenly aware that he may not be pronouncing ‘app’ right. “Being a technical genius and all.”
