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This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world – “No, you move.”
indie steve grant rogers | penned by lenore
comic based and multi media influenced
This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world – “No, you move.”
indie steve grant rogers | penned by lenore
comic based and multi media influenced
defendsfreedom:
for the time being, since i’m not comfortable on this blog, steve will be hosted on @inkedspelled . all threads i have here will be saved in my drafts and responded to at a later date. fresh content will be started on my multi. i sped up my queue to post the rest of my replies and things and will empty tomorrow.
i’ll come back to this blog at some point but i don’t want to write steve in this location. feel free to follow me on inkedspelled.
ID: // maskedheroics
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, admiring it in the light before she unclapsed it and set it around her neck. Natalia felt around for a moment, setting the length just how she liked it before clasping it once more in place. A small smile rested on her lips as she admired her reflection, “ Most people choose yellow gold for me, I think it’s a subconscious thing. A regal red and bright gold together… ” she mused aloud, tilting her head back to look at him once more, “ but not you, and in doing so you happened to pick my preferred look for jewelry. ”
A SENSE OF ELATION FLARES IN HIS CHEST. pride at having completed a difficult task. steve hard heard, more often than not, shopping for a woman is hard. to think that he got lucky on his first try is a miracle. so rogers beams at natasha, kissing her cheek. “well, you know me, i never really fit in with the in crowd. so, i normally end up going against the grain.” an amused laugh parts his lips as he watches natasha admire the necklace.
ID: // gcroinya
Some say she’s stubborn, most say she is self-destructive. And there, with her forehead against shower tiles, the universe knows that she is both. Even when water runs down her formerly ivory skin, now a map of all those defeats ever taken, all she thinks about is revenge. There’s anger in her, always has been, that made her the best. Not her skill and not her techniques, but the fact that she was always angry and that was what fueled her, that was what made her so resilient.
And she’s back in her suit and in front of the screens within minutes. She doesn’t take that hour just to pull herself back together, instead she does that which she does best — gets back to work.
“There’s no field anymore,” there’s no smile on her lips to match his. She knows that soon his will fade too. Finger taps the screen, a map of their former battlefield now empty. Would it be too much to ask for the bad guys to stick around? Clearly. “They’ve vanished into thin air. We’re trying to trace them or to find any signs of unusual activity, but,” a sigh, arms firmly crossed on her chest as she finally turns around to look at him instead of the monitors. “For now they want us to sit tight.”
IF ANYTHING, NATASHA’S ATTITUDE HAS DARKENED. That smile that tugged at Roger’s lips fades as he adopts a more serious mask. The Widow had been busy while he had been relishing in the glow of a warm shower. She never rests. Steve knows this. Has pushed himself to those limits before. But Tasha takes it to a whole new level. There is a sense of unease that settles in his gut. Trying to inject humor into the situation failed.
Lips purse together into a thin line. He looks at the images on display. “Well we knew it wouldn’t be easy. Still, Fury has yet to give us our marching orders. They’ll show up again. Something gives me the impression they don’t like hiding for too long.”
whatever it takes
ID: // whitesuited
“ALRIGHT. I BELIEVE YOU. TO EACH THEIR OWN, ETCETERA.”
“i’m just saying that maybe a little color wouldn’t hurt you. or maybe a range of fabrics.” she shrugs as she tosses another package into her back once his back is turned, already making his way down the aisle. “or shirts that don’t just have buttons running up them.” there’s more to life than pleat - front khaki’s. if there’s only one thing she can teach him from all of this, let it be that.
“i get every girl’s dream. A LIFE - SIZED CAPTAIN AMERICA DOLL TO PLAY DRESS UP WITH. don’t worry. i’ll play nice.”
IN STEVE’S OPINION, DRESSING AND CLOTHES SHOULD BE SIMPLE. no frills. no glam unless you’re going to a party. something practical and something you feel comfortable in. when sharon mentions different types of fabrics, that is where it gets a bit much. you bought what you could afford. anything else would be considered a luxury item. but rogers doesn’t have to worry about money anymore. not with his job at SHIELD or stark funding a lot of operations.
“this i have heard of.” he laughs. “girls enjoying playing dress up with their boyfriends and husbands. or i guess, any guy who has enough guts to ask a girl to help him dress.”
“Until the end of the line”
To see how far the line goes, we have to start at the beginning.
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ID: // littlexwidow
Mary let out a small sigh and started picking up some of the larger pieces. “What if we replace it with another one that looks just like it?”
“We could. Still thing she would know, though. Do you happen to know where this was from?”
ID: // fallencomrade·
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 and the blonde plunges it deep to make a very clear point. james just barely manages to hold back the rebounding flinch. it shudders through him with a purpose, but the reaction itself does not stir from the THREAT thrown, but as a result of james’ own humiliating STUPIDITY. priorities … they can reveal a lot about a person. && james barnes is worried far too much on the success of this mission than he is about getting out of this whole ordeal with his life. thankfully ( this time ), his reaction works to uphold his guise. slate colored eyes flicker away, ASHAMED - falling to rest on some random object laying on the desk before him ;; away from the eyes of the DEVIL himself. steve will see it as a sign of OBEDIENCE. to barnes though, it is a punitive concession of his own failures. eyes remain locked down, jaw clenched. he nods, stiffly and adds an affirmative, ❛ sir. ❜ for good measure.
𝘉𝘖𝘠. derision drips from that sharpened tongue. it leaves james ruffled, temper flaring - a heated spark flashing like flint in his stormy gaze. it is overwhelming, this sudden urge to sneer at the other man and spit at his feet. this single petty insult … plucks at certain memories he does not want to think about. faintly … he remembers the shape of his fist ;; remembers how his knuckles cracked when they slammed against bone ;; remembers how GOOD it felt. he’d like to do the same now - throw a punch and knock out a few of steve’s perfect white teeth. instead, he stiffens his shoulders and holds his breath. there will come a time.
the anger all but evaporates, replaced by sudden surprise when instead of more vitriol, the mafioso offers … a drink ? for a good five seconds, james blinks dumbly at the amber glass, struck silent. once his mind finally starts turning gears again though, his stupidity soon darkens into suspicion. he is left eyeing the glass as if it is something DANGEROUS ( it is ) - a live grenade set to explode should he touch it. he hesitates and thinks. he has already made enough mistakes this night ;; he cannot afford to make another. james is not certain what the best move is here and his mind struggles to break down the psychology - THE POLITICS - of it all. this is quite obviously a test. everything here is a test - every move, ever decision - a dangerous game of chess. there is a right move and wrong move here - and depending on which one he makes will determine his success … && his FATE.
to reach for the drink may be taken as a sign of ARROGANCE ;; a lowly BOTTOM FEEDER assuming he even has the right - the privilege. - to do so. — but to not drink could be taken as a sign of DISRESPECT after such a gracious offer. barnes wants to avoid insulting rogers again, but he also does not want the man to see him in an even uglier light. steve esteems intelligence, street smarts ;; abhors sloppiness and laziness. he likes his operation and his people to run smoothly. there is a seriousness to him that favors efficiency above all else. james thinks he stumbles across the right answer, or he hopes he does … at this moment, there is something more important than obedience. ANY DOG CAN BE OBEDIENT. right now, what steve wants is GRATITUDE.
so with a slow reach, james takes the glass from the desk and nods at the other man. ❛ thank you. ❜ he holds the crystal in his hand for a brief second, before swallowing it down. he then quietly returns the empty glass back to its original place.
steve is keen to TEST him once more. this time, he aims to question james’ intentions - and the brunette curses silently - because this test seems even more PERILOUS than the last. for some reason, he starts thinking about why he decided to join the force - and with a listless voice and glossed over eyes, finds himself providing an answer he has not taken the time to fully analyzed … and one which scratches closer to the TRUTH than he is willing to admit.
❛ never had nothin’. figured … if i’m gonna die young, might as well find something WORTH dyin’ for. ❜ he swallows thickly and attempts to hide the glimmer of VULNERABILITY with a dismissively shrug.
IF YOU WERE TO LOOK AT THE HIERARCHY OF STEVE’S organization and compare it to the wild, he would be labeled as the alpha wolf. So asserting his dominance is logical and the reaction his underling gives is the correct response. Head bends, gaze shift and tail is tucked between his legs. There is a smug satisfaction that his order had been met. Maybe there is hope for this fresh blood, yet.
The glass.....The glass and in of itself isn’t a test. It’s honestly a kind gesture, a way to ease the tension, maybe loosen James’ tongue and get him to talk freely but not spill too many secrets. But the seconds of deliberation are a clue to Steve the guy is smart. Deadly smart. That is both a blessing and a curse. He could undermine Steve and try and take his throne. He would also be a valuable asset in the field. Rogers can practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head as he weighs out the pros and cons of a simple gesture.
He takes the drink.
Lips curl into a slight smile, posture relaxed and attuned to listen to James. The answer is vague and unhelpful. “If you wanted to die for something, you would have joined the force or worked as firefighter. Unless you have a deranged sense of morality.” The Boss chuckles quietly to himself, glass tapping against the wood of his desk. Or maybe it’s because young mind isn’t developed fully that James would make a bold and dangerous move to join Steve’s ranks. But he doesn’t think that. No, the thoughtfulness of a man playing a game when it came to the drink is a clear enough sign that James is good. Which raises a red flag. But Rogers is willing to ignore it for now. After all, he has a lot of street smarts, too. Could be cunning and deadly. People don’t assume he’s an undercover agent of some sort. Just a good leader.
Glass is left on his desk, arms folding over his chest. “What’s your skillset then? What are you really good at? Doesn’t have to be violence or gang related.” If this man is going to fit in, Steve needs to find a place for him. Needs to know strengths and weaknesses. He’ll test the validity of James’ statement later by giving him a task that is out of left field and his wheelhouse to see how well he adapts. “Because I’d like to send you out into the field. See how well you do.” A feral type grin splits his face, as if Steve has a secret. Which he does. He’ll be joining James, but the man doesn’t know that yet.
defendsfreedom:
for the time being, since i’m not comfortable on this blog, steve will be hosted on @inkedspelled . all threads i have here will be saved in my drafts and responded to at a later date. fresh content will be started on my multi. i sped up my queue to post the rest of my replies and things and will empty tomorrow.
i’ll come back to this blog at some point but i don’t want to write steve in this location. feel free to follow me on inkedspelled.
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Shipping with new friends/RP partners:Better let this develop slowly and explore all the possibilities before calling them a couple
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CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. Joe and Anthony Russo
// @toscrve, @defendsfreedom
ID: // bringwar
𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 . 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 in the pit of his stomach , feet shifting somewhat as if not to alarm but to intrude upon the attention of the WORLD FAMOUS captain america . he’s something of a savant with words when he chooses to use them, but in this moment he maintains his silence , the corner of his mouth ticking upwards ever so slightly being a sign that yes he heard what the CAPTAIN WAS SAYING and instead of acknowledging , instead chose to ignore , sort of . everything is give and take after all — this is no different , just a different world between them .
❛ i’m not looking for a BLAZE OF GLORY ❜ it’s after sometime that he speaks , accent thick upon his tongue as it rises and a deep swallow maintains the bones vibrating inside of him , ❛ all i’m looking for is a little bit of revenge , what’s the matter —- never thought of that yourself ? ❜
@defendsfreedom said ❛ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ❜
REVENGE. SOMETHING THAT STEVE TIRES TO STAY AWAY FROM. sure, he has felt the black monster raging in his chest, controlling his actions and bringing him to a ledge he would never recover from if he were to fall over. but thankfully friends had been behind him to pull the patriot back. only on occasion does he indulge. but justice always prevails in the end.
“i try not to give into the feeling too much.” but it’s hard. “not much of a glory seeker but sometimes it’s fun to push the limits to see what you can accomplish.” a smile ghosts over the curve of pink lips. “what sort of revenge are you looking for? and why?”
ID: // fatedfuturist
gone are the days of proper meals, the days where they had the luxury to be able to decide what to eat, to make what they loved, to go out and share breakfasts or dinners with people. there’s no more pizza, burgers, or fries. no more cakes or cookies. they simply have to make do with that’s left, and, no, it’s not easy– it never will be again. “ ah, you probably just jinxed it… ” not that he’s the superstitious type, but it’s never wrong to be cautious.
he steps through the opened door. “ thanks. and, well, i just messed around with a couple of old logs and scrap metal. shields, melee weapons, you name it. needs a bit of user testing so i know where it could be improved. ” he goes to grab them bowls, handing one over to steve before heading toward where the stew’s being cooked. “ it’s sort of hard to get creative with limited materials these days, y’know? i always wanna improve stuff, but when you don’t have much to work with… ” he sighs and shakes his head. what a time to be alive.
CAPTAIN ROGERS CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE TO be an inventor and have a limited number of resources. however, living in the world that they do, maybe it’s a challenge and stretches the creative mind. while tony may gripe about the lack of materials, maybe he enjoys the thrill of creating something out of the box.
fingers grip around the bowl before steve begins to ladle soup into it. “huh, never thought of a shield before. could be useful.” during his training, everything had been with guns and knives. a few swords here and there incase the noise brought too much unwanted attention.
moving away from the food line, filling a tray with bread and a salad, steve leads the way to the benches and tables to consume their meal. he slides in. “what sort of materials have you been using?”
