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fcurthofjuly. Indie. Semi-Selective. Very S/low Activity. MCU'S Captain America/Steve Rogers. Assembled by T, she/her 21+. Slightly NSFW content may be present.
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[ JOSHUA ]sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash . - from Bucky
"Thanks Buck," Steve said quietly. The offer caught him off guard at first. He could have figured all Bucky wanted was peace and quiet. Not the risk of harboring a fugitive. "But, you know your place is the first place they're going to come looking for me. I don't want to bring a fight to your door if I can avoid it."
Emerald hues flew open, her heart pounding in her ribcage with such intensity that her chest throbbed. Onyx was no stranger to nightmares, but tonight was exceptionally bad. She couldn't even soothe herself with the notion that nightmares weren't real. This had been a memory, moreso than a figment of an overactive mind's imagination. Sitting up, her oversized night shirt clung to her skin.
Visions of inky black eyes bearing into her soul, violating every part of her that she knew to be sacred. The way the demon had torn into her flesh, leaving her with scars that would tarnish perfect skin forever.
A hand carded through long, dark locks as she tried to push the thought away, her chest slowly heaving, her breathing returning almost to normal as cold reality settled into her bones.
She wasn't used to having anyone else there. Her motel rooms were always lonely....empty. Feeling the other's weight shift at her side though, she jumped again,barely holding in a gasp at their forgotten presence before she finally let out a slow breath.
"I.... Sorry. You should go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you."
He had never been a deep sleeper. After all those years in the ice, he didn't want to sleep. There was some nights he'd sit awake and just stare. But tonight was different. He had actually fallen asleep some hours ago.
The bed shifted quickly, too quickly even he could tell in his sleep. He woke, reaching for his shield before stilling. Call him crazy, but he still kept it in reach. He heard her voice, the trace of terror that seemed imbedded in it. He couldn't just go back to sleep. Steve shook his head, now sitting up. His movements were slow, his voice husky from sleep. "Hey no, It's alright. I'm up now." Gently, he squeezed her shoulder. "Do you need some water? Anything?"
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Steve's eyes broke their concentration on the road ahead, glancing at the passenger. The idea was to lay low. And the safe house that had been described seemed too good to be true. It wasn't out of distrust, a lot of his friends had become enemies. "You're absolutely sure that this is somewhere no one is going to find us?"
" Yes im very sure it's the place that nobody will be able to find us. At least i hope so." Margo replied as she glanced back at him, still trying to process what had happened. Her being a reporter she knew about the avengers, hydra and about the people who were out to get him. When she also became a target, Steve Rogers aka captain America saved her and they were basically on the run. There was a safe house that she went to once. She had told the direction on where it was. Margo just hoped that they would be safe for awhile.
The road thinned out. From two lanes to one and turned from asphalt to gravel. Thick bushels of trees on both sides of the road. Steve's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he leaned up to view the surroundings. The safe house, looked like a cabin. And considering how far it was from town, he assumed it to run on more primitive technology. "We'll get in, get settled. I'm assuming this place has fireplace or a wood stove at least. Do you know if it has any food stocked?" He pulled the truck around the back, hiding it from view, though making sure they could get to it if needed. Putting it in park and cutting it off, he glanced over her. "Margo, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
The cabin looked the same as she last saw i, her and her father were the only people who knew about the location just in cause stuff like this happened. And while she felt greatful for Steve's help, her thoughts were still conflicted because she hasn't told her father about bringing him here. The choose was made now and rather the outcome she had nothing to worry now since they were at a safe distance.
"This cabin has both a wood stove and a fireplace. There's also extra food stuck, mostly canned stuff and a few snacks." She replied casually. Stealing glances between him and the area where he parked. When he tried to reassure her she turns to face him again. Her dark brown eyes searching his blue ones and margo knew she could trust him. Margo never met them man until he agreed to help her. Watching him through media ever since two years, being part of the avengers. He basically saved the city before. So she nods her head with a small smile, " I believe you."
Steve got out first. Her trust in the forefront of his mind. He wouldn't do anything to fracture that trust, in fact he'd give everything to ensure he delivered on his promise. The smile she gave him was just a reminder of how fragile life was, how hard of a time they were stuck in. He came around the truck and opened her door. His head on a swivel as he offered her his hand, to help her get down. "If you want to go in and get settled, I'll bring our bags in. I'll probably take some time to hide the truck better in case anyone does come up this way."
Steve offered a soft chuckle as he stood and placed his arm out for her to take. "Now Darcy, if something happened to you on the way home, I'd feel entirely guilty for it. And I'm sure Thor would have a bone to pick with me."
Darcy slid off the stool with as much grace as someone who had overindulged in cocktails could. She managed to keep on her feet but there was no denying she was leaning on Steve heavily. " --- right, he might hit you with his hammer or something," she said and then snorted. "You shouldn't be scared of him. I tasered his ass the first night I met him."
Steve chuckled, "Who would've guess the god of thunder could be stopped with a taser?" He kept his steps slow, steady, taking on most of her weight as they moved through the bar and out to his bike. "First time I met we leveled an entire forest. Maybe next time I'll carry a taser with me, save some trees instead." He let go of her for just a second, grabbing a spare helmet. "Want me to put it on or are you capable of doing it?"
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"How about I take you home?"
"I'm here because I don't have one of those. I don't have anyone."
Except...didn't he? The man in front of him was Captain America. His father.
Sort of.
He was a clone of the man. Part of his DNA came from him and another from his best friend Bucky.
"So...that would be stupid. Because I am home. Some nights if the weather is bad they let me sleep on a stack of matts in the corner. They smell like feet but at least it's dry."
Steve shook his head slightly. "Kid, that's not a home. Look," He thought about Bucky, how bucky offered him a place to stay so long ago when his mother passed. And for some reason he was as compelled to do so right now. Some part of him reminded him of Bucky and some of himself. "There's plenty of spare bedrooms at the avengers compound. I can take you there and Tony can set you up with a bed of your own. Not...not the bare minimum in the corner. What do you say?"
❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜ -@fcurthofjuly to bucky?
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"Yes," Bucky said immediately. There wasn't a hint of doubt in his mind about this. "Why? Do you think we wouldn't be?"
"it's not that I think we wouldn't be, Buck." Steve said quietly. "The way things are, all the close calls we've had...maybe there's some versions of ourselves that don't make it." He turns his head to look at Bucky. Despite all the years and fights, Steve had made it through small things like this made him wonder. "Like if I hadn't taken the serum, would there be anyone to save you from Zola?"
Even after asking to see them, she hesitated before pulling the sketchpad closer, taking in the portraits of Steve's memories. The ache in her chest got worse at how familiar it was, the feeling his drawings evoked. As she lingered on the sketches of the woman, Katniss' words were hushed, backed by too much understanding to pretend she didn't have her own experience with a loss like this.
"You miss her."
Steve felt his chest tighten. Her words were raw and bare. A truth he never quite came to terms with. "Yeah. Yeah I do." He shook his head after a beat arms crossing over his chest. "But you know, I'm thankful for the time I did get with her. Sometimes you have to take what your given and...make peace with it." Steve could sense there was something more to her words but he didn't want to pry.
Military Sentences, Vol. 4
(Sentences for conversations muses that are/were in the military. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"How do you do it? So easily cope with all the people we've killed?"
"I've fought for my country. I've fought for money. There was a time I would have said I fought for honour. In the end, the only thing that matters is fighting for who's cover your flank."
"The winner in all wars decides the truth."
"Do you reckon I'll get one of those medals for bravery?"
"In battle, you're not fighting for your country; you're fighting for the people next to you."
"I love my country. I would die for my country."
"You did enough. You did more than anyone should ever have to."
"Stand up straight! Is that the way they teach you to stand nowadays?"
"When the last shot is fired - when our enemy is dead - will you remember me?"
"You've never done that before, have you? Taken a person's life?"
"War doesn't end at the battlefield. It ends at the negotiating table, or it doesn't end at all."
"Here's your gun. You get your bullets when I think you deserve them."
"This is not the work of a soldier; this is the work of a spy."
"I know I'm going to die, but it won't be today."
"I can't believe you actually shot me!"
"There's no better place to hide than in the middle of a war."
"You know, I thought getting a medal was going to be a lot more fun."
"I have seen blood spilled my entire life, and I have spilled enough myself to know that the future - our future - cannot be built on violence."
"You think rank matters anymore?"
"This is a suicide mission! I won't allow it!"
"Violence is indiscriminate. If you use it as a tool, it will do more than just kill your enemies. Sometimes it will also kill the ones you love most."
"The war does not end when people put down their guns; it ends when they reconcile. Until then, the war has only paused."
"There's no such thing as getting used to what you experienced."
"I won't have my children serve and suffer. I won't leave them to that future."
"You've never killed anyone before. It's a lot to digest."
"Do you like getting shot? Because that's what was about to happen!"
"It's easy to die knowing you'll die for your country."
"You were shot! Why didn't you tell me you were shot?"
"I spend my life saving your skin. Why should today be different?"
"I always knew you had to be willing to die to do this job."
"You've changed. What the hell happened to you out there?"
"There's something wrong. It's too easy."
"War is the wrong place for good men."
"I didn't deserve to be saved."
"Don't think I won't shoot you if you pull that kind of shit again!"
"If you want to win a war, you've got to fight ugly sometimes."
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 . ( a collection of action prompts. feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated. )
[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.
[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.
[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.
[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.
[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.
[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.
[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.
[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.
[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.
[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.
[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.
[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.
[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.
[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.
[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.
[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.
[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.
[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.
[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.
[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .
[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.
[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.
[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.
[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.
[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.
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Steve's eyes broke their concentration on the road ahead, glancing at the passenger. The idea was to lay low. And the safe house that had been described seemed too good to be true. It wasn't out of distrust, a lot of his friends had become enemies. "You're absolutely sure that this is somewhere no one is going to find us?"
" Yes im very sure it's the place that nobody will be able to find us. At least i hope so." Margo replied as she glanced back at him, still trying to process what had happened. Her being a reporter she knew about the avengers, hydra and about the people who were out to get him. When she also became a target, Steve Rogers aka captain America saved her and they were basically on the run. There was a safe house that she went to once. She had told the direction on where it was. Margo just hoped that they would be safe for awhile.
The road thinned out. From two lanes to one and turned from asphalt to gravel. Thick bushels of trees on both sides of the road. Steve's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he leaned up to view the surroundings. The safe house, looked like a cabin. And considering how far it was from town, he assumed it to run on more primitive technology. "We'll get in, get settled. I'm assuming this place has fireplace or a wood stove at least. Do you know if it has any food stocked?" He pulled the truck around the back, hiding it from view, though making sure they could get to it if needed. Putting it in park and cutting it off, he glanced over her. "Margo, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
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Usually strong hands become timid as he scrambles to move his sketchpad. "No, it's nothing. Not really. I just-" He shrugs. "I was bored and scribbling you know-"
"You-- you draw?" When Katniss looked up at Steve from where his sketchpad had been, she saw someone else sitting there. The ache in her chest from the last time she saw Peeta, when she heard him cry out in pain, his blood splattered across the stage as the camera panned away from him, never fully went away. There were times like now when it would feel like that day again. It made her feel like it was harder to breathe. But none of them knew that. She never talked about her past with any of them. Clint knew some things, since he had been in 13 for a short time, but even he didn't talk about it. She didn't blame him. So Katniss kept her pain to herself, forced herself to ask Steve, "Can... can I see them?"
It was something about the way she asked that had Steven lean up slowly and ease the sketchpad over. Any shyness about his ability to draw gone in an instant. The page he was on had rough sketches of Peggy Carter, a love long gone. One he lost before he even had the chance to call her his. "I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. When I first started-" His voice soft as he gestured to his uniform, still on from a briefing. He couldn't begin to know what was going on in her head but he'd be a friend if she needed it. "I designed a lot of my gear. You can flip through the pages if you want."
( a collection of exes to lovers dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips
"I bet you think you can win me back, don’t you?" "Oh, I know I can. The question is, how long are you going to pretend you don’t want me to?"
"I can’t believe you’re still this cocky." "And yet, you’re still smiling at me."
"We shouldn’t be doing this." "Maybe. But doesn't that make it more fun?"
"This doesn't mean anything. We’re just… talking." "Funny, because you’re looking at me like it means a lot more than that."
"Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this a little too much?" "Because I’m imagining how good it’ll feel when you kiss me again."
"We’re supposed to be keeping things casual."
"You never could resist me." "Please, I’m resisting right now." "Your face says otherwise."
"You’re not supposed to still have this effect on me."
"Remember when you used to blush every time I touched you?"
"You’re flirting with me. Aren’t exes supposed to hate each other?"
"Why do you keep smiling at me like that?" "Because I know it still gets under your skin."
"We broke up for a reason." "Yeah, but that reason's not looking so important right now."
"You think you're irresistible, don't you?" "Well, I did manage to win you over once."
"You always did like playing hard to get." "Maybe I just don’t want to make it easy for you this time."
"I bet I still know all your weaknesses." "Not if I don’t let you close enough to use them." "Too late for that."
"You’re just trying to charm your way back in."
"Remember the last time we were this close?" "Don’t remind me. I’m trying to resist you." "And how’s that going?"
"If I let you back in, what makes you think things will be different this time?"
"You’ve still got that look in your eyes. The one that says you want me as much as you always did."
"You never learned how to stay away, did you?" "Not when it comes to you."
"You think you can just walk back into my life like this?"
"You’re way too comfortable flirting with me, considering everything."
"You're staring again." "I wasn't staring." "Oh, you definitely were. Don’t worry, it’s mutual."
"We said we wouldn’t do this again." "Yeah, but it’s kind of our thing, isn’t it? Breaking rules."
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Usually strong hands become timid as he scrambles to move his sketchpad. "No, it's nothing. Not really. I just-" He shrugs. "I was bored and scribbling you know-"
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"How about I take you home?"
"I am not as drunk as I look, Cap. I think I can manage to weave my way back. But if you're stuck on being a gentleman, who am I to argue?"
Steve offered a soft chuckle as he stood and placed his arm out for her to take. "Now Darcy, if something happened to you on the way home, I'd feel entirely guilty for it. And I'm sure Thor would have a bone to pick with me."
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