Ninty-Five - Not Dead

Steve Rogers Earth-199999 616-Adaptable Please read the OOC page.

[didntsaywhatwelost]

So, adarkened-heart reblogged a meme, but what I was writing wasn't able to fit in the ask box, and their submit box isn't on, so I'm posting it here, for that wonderful mun - and everyone else - to enjoy!

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Steve's eyes watered, despite his best efforts to keep himself under control. He could tell. The deep wound. The pale skin. Bucky wasn't going to survive, no amount of serums or science - HYDRA, or otherwise - was going to fix that. He sat on the pristine hospital bed beside him, taking his friend's head into his lap and combing his fingers through the chin-length strands of hair.

"Hey..." That break in his voice sounded ten times louder. "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna... I'm gonna clean up the living room and pull out the sofa bed when you get home tomorrow. I found all these old-- old movies, the ones we used to watch as kids..."

His hand moved from Bucky's hair to his cheek, hot tears sliding down his own face to pitter-pat on his friend's forehead. Bucky was fading, and fast.

"So... so, don't get too comf-- Bucky?" His chest had stopped rising, his body stopped trembling. "B.... bucky...??"

Still warm. But those eyes were blank. Lifeless.

Steve's gripped tightened as he held the limp form to his chest.

He had lost him. Again.

For good.

[didntsaywhatwelost]

Begin Again | adarkened-heart

[chxrgebxlt]

"Not home," Bucky corrected him quickly, eyes still wide and scared as he hesitantly stepped forward. He was watching, his eyes trained to every /twitch/ of Steve’s body just in case hostile action was taken against him. His heart thudded loudly in his ears and it almost made him sick to know how frightened he was.

"This isn’t home. This is your home, but it’s not mine. I don’t have a home."

[didntsaywhatwelost]

That quick assertion of distance was like a stab in the chest. The last time they spoke, they were best friends, and they were each other's home and safe place. Now... Now, there was a wall between them.

Well, he thought to himself. What are walls for? Scaling, of course.

"Of course it's your home, Buck." He smiled. "You can stay here as long as you want to."

[bad-jew-jew]

[Unfortunately for Steve, Wanda’s tactics change and adapt to the situation.]

Sweet-talking me doesn’t make you exempt from the rules.

[Her fingers move deftly as she maintains eye contact with him, quickly undoing his belt.  Her thumb rests on the button of his pants, other four fingers creeping slowly behind and below his waistband, disappearing into his jeans.  The backs of her knuckles brush against his groin, kept from bare flesh only by his underwear.]

You gonna make me do the rest, Captain?

[didntsaywhatwelost]

[ He should have expected this. But Wanda was unpredictable, of course. And he can't deny the urges he's been feeling for her. Especially like this. ]

Wanda--

[ His hand presses against her collarbone. ]

Not now.

[ It's not that he doesn't want to, because he wants to so badly. But for all his adaptability, he's still old-fashioned. ]

[connotativewords]

My body literally aches at the thought of never seeing you again.

(via forever-and-alwayss)

[marvelxpositivity]

looktotheants may have a bazillion blogs, they’re always available for theories and chat and anything I ever need. I’m also jealous of how they seem to keep things so organized and up to date. Tell me your secret, Hankmun! And don’t change, you’re adorable and lovable just the way you are :)

[looktotheants-a]

(( aaaah thank you to whoever did this! ))

[didntsaywhatwelost]

offline

[bad-jew-jew]

Not shoddy.

[She steps in close, definitely violating his personal bubble, and grins wickedly in his face.]

Just shady.  

[She reaches a finger out, letting it settle dangerously on his belt buckle.]

You really need to learn to get in the swing of black ops, Rogers.

[didntsaywhatwelost]

[ He's not worried about personal space. Deadpool's unstable, and he's come to expect this from Wanda. It's a tactic that she uses, that doesn't work on him. ]

Oh, honey.

[bad-jew-jew]

…Communal and mandatory for military officials.

[didntsaywhatwelost]

That should be posted in clear view, and require military identification. I mean, you don't want to be accused of running a shoddy operations, right?

[didntsaywhatwelost]

♛

[didntsaywhatwelost]

♛

Hi!

MCU!Steve hasn't met Captain Marvel, and we haven't RPed together, so I can't really answer this properly, so here's this:

Enjoy!

[bad-jew-jew]

Excuse you, but I will not wear pants in my own home.  If you don’t like it, you can march right back outside.

[didntsaywhatwelost]

Is the no-pants rule communal?

[never-smileatacrocodile-blog]

Send me a "♛" and I'll summarize our muses relationship in one gif

[onlygoingtogetbetter]

      Why are you here?

[didntsaywhatwelost]

To see Pym.

[looktotheants-a]

      “Oh.” That was probably just as well. Hank didn’t really want to talk to Tony anyway—he just needed a second pair of eyes on a project. “Busy with what, if I might ask?”

[didntsaywhatwelost]

He didn't want to say the truth - searching for a ghost - so, he just smiled.

"Senior citizen things." He chuckled. "Nothing important. So, maybe I can help?"

[sharpeasatack]

      No, no, the pleasure’s definitely mine.

      Evelyn Sharpe.

[ She holds out her hand to him. ]

[didntsaywhatwelost]

[ He shakes her hand firmly, but not enough to hurt. ]

I guess you already know me.

[kehinki]

[didntsaywhatwelost]

Begin Again | adarkened-heart

[chxrgebxlt]

His heart froze in his chest. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like.

All of a sudden he was staring straight into Steve’s eyes and he was /scared/.

His hand twitched, and to his dismay, his knife slipped free from his fingers and onto the ground. No one had /ever/ managed to shake him like this before and it was just so terrifying.

He took a breath. Waited. Stared.

This was such a mistake.

"…Steve…"

[didntsaywhatwelost]

Steve remembered that look. That scared, trapped animal look, those wide eyes bright and wild with uncertainty. As if he was afraid of Steve turning on him any second now.

And then he said his name. He knew him.

He took a step back, to give Bucky a safe amount of space, and to let him come into the apartment.

"... You're home."