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[geekynerddemon]

Steggy Week Day 7 17: Free day

Based on @indiefic ‘s Mending the Empty Bones

I got intense nostalgia for this beautiful story.

I know I’m super late to the last day for steggy week but I knew I had to do this idea justice.

Special thanks to @pixel-concept for getting me a really nice walking reference for Steve

[gatorjen]

Two things:

1. I am alive.

2. I am very drunk after doing Epcot and helping a friend through a very bad post breakup.

[indiefic]

@rachlovesligers  replied to your post

“Elseworlds ficlet, Endgame edition”

This is amazing! And of course Peggy’s pregnant already, with two Steve’s around how could she not be? I would love to see how it went down with all three ;)

I suspect this isn’t exactly what you meant, but here goes:

Steve’s other self tries to swipe the crystal tumbler out of his hand, but Steve evades him, gripping the cup securely.

The other Steve snorts.  “We can’t get drunk anyway.  I don’t know why you bothered.”

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[purpledblues]

The war is over, Steve. We can go home.       Imagine it.   It was beautiful.

[roboticonography]

Fic: Be Still My Foolish Heart (Steve/Peggy)

Be Still My Foolish Heart (complete)

Relationship: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: T Word Count: 2.2K Work Summary: The things Steve lost, and the things he gained.

Notes: My first official Endgame fic, based on a prompt from @1life2rock: “5 times Steve missed modern conveniences and the 1 time he didn’t.” I started out with a long list of things that Steve would (comically) miss at crucial moments. On the way to there, I got here, and here is where I decided to stay.

Props to @indiefic for the suggestion of the one thing Steve definitely doesn’t miss.

Read it on AO3

[mrgaretcarter]

[chrisquartet]

“Greetings, loved ones

Let’s take a journey”

[hgrw]

No more words necessary….

[roboticonography]

Some random SHIELD desk jockey: “Wow, the director’s husband sure looks a lot like Captain America”

“I wouldn’t let her hear you say that.”

Everyone around the lunch table avoids making eye contact with Brian, who looks up to find Howard Stark standing in the doorway of the break room. It’s Brian’s first week with The Division, which is what everyone calls it, and it’s shaping up to be the shortest career in history.

But Stark just nods, as if in agreement with himself, and moves on.

Once he’s out of earshot, everyone speaks at once, overlapping one another like a Greek chorus:

“What the hell is wrong with you, man?”

“Don’t ever–”

“Don’t you know about the–”

“–during the war–”

“–the last person to talk to–”

“Okay, okay,” says Brian, throwing up his hands. “It was just an observation.”

*

Later that afternoon, Brian draws the short straw and has to take some requisitions to Hank Pym to get him to fill them out correctly. Pym has a famously short memory and an even shorter fuse.

Brian is standing outside the door to the lab, psyching himself up, when he happens to glance down the hall.

The director’s husband is propping up the wall outside of her office. He’s casually dressed for the time of day, but that’s not unusual. No one’s exactly sure what it is Grant Carter does for a living, but he doesn’t seem to do it very often or for very long. Word around the office is that he’s a whiz with investments, but that doesn’t explain why he’d have the clearance to come down to the lower level Division offices as often as he does.

He’s still mulling it over when she steps into the hall. It’s a myth that expectant wives are more beautiful than the ordinary type, but it clearly agrees with Carter: she’s fresh-faced and glowing, her smile radiant. She links her arm through her husband’s and they breeze down the hall, presumably on their way to lunch. As they pass, Brian nods amiably, trying for a closer look. The director seems amused, which makes him wonder if Stark told her.

Brian actually met Captain America once, in ‘44. They didn’t speak, but he saw the guy’s face. And there’s a definite resemblance: the height is right, the broad shoulders, the blue eyes. But up close, Brian can tell that this guy is older than Cap would have been, even if he’d somehow miraculously survived.

Clearly, Director Carter just has a type.

[roboticonography]

Just seen you are open to fic prompts, so in relation to my message the other day, how about Steve returning the stones to 1970s and bumping into peggy who absolutely knows what hes doing as shes been living with steve since the 50s??

You got it! (Disclaimer: I have not put much thought into how this would be possible, in the interests of Good Times and Soft Emotions.)

The Tesseract is the trickiest of all the stones to return, which is why Steve tells himself he’s leaving it until last. In addition to avoiding his past self, he also has to avoid Tony, and Howard, and…

And anyone else who might potentially remember the face that graced a hundred thousand war bonds posters.

He waits until late at night, and poses as a custodian, complete with coveralls, mop, and bucket. No one looks twice at the janitor. (He’d like to think he’s getting better at this whole low profile thing.)

He deliberately avoids going down the hallway where Peggy’s office is.

The picture of his old self on her desk was a revelation he still hasn’t quite processed. But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s married to someone else. He knows Peggy well enough that she would never settle. If she’s found that kind of happiness, the last thing he’d ever want to do is trouble the waters.

He manages to get the cube back in its vault with minimal fuss, and is just about to activate his quantum suit when a voice behind him says, “Steve?”

It feels like he’s moving in slow motion as he turns, white-hot panic drilling down his spine.

It’s her.

She’s wearing a tan overcoat over a navy dress with white trim, hands in her pockets. Her hair is shorter, with a few strands of silver at the temples–but she still wears her signature red lipstick, and he can tell, even from here, that her perfume is the same.

“Oh.” It’s all he can say at first, and then: “Shit.”

She chuckles, and he’s fascinated by the new smile lines around her eyes, her mouth. He hopes it means that she laughs often, and hard.

“Hello,” she says, warmly. She doesn’t look surprised to see him.

“Hi. I-I don’t–”

She holds up a hand for silence, and gets it.

“I know you’ve travelled a very long way to be here,” she tells him. “And I know you can’t stay. But I wanted to see you.”

Steve wonders whether he’s having some kind of break with reality. Quantum psychosis. He looks at her helplessly.

She steps into his orbit, offers him her hand. 

And honestly, that’s enough, to be able to hold her hand the way he should have when he had the chance. But instead of reaching for it, he gathers her up and crushes her to his chest, tucking his face against her shoulder.

She’s warm in his arms, warm and solid and alive, and for just a moment, that’s enough too.

Her collar is damp against his cheek. “Sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, my darling,” she murmurs, stroking the back of his neck consolingly. “I know it’s hard to believe just now, but it really will be all right.”

[indiefic]

HOW DID I MISS THIS????

OMG

This is perfection

[karazrel]

poetic cinema

[gatorjen]

PSA: Disney is currently doing “virtual” 5K Marvel themed races (you do the miles on your own at home on an honor system and report on the site). The registration for the first two individual races are closed, but the third individual race and the overall challenge (doing all 3 races) are still open. You get fun Marvel medals for completing each one along with some other stuff. The medals are themed Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Iron Man, and a 4th for completing the challenge is a Marvel 80 years. I signed up for the challenge because I want those medals and also because it’s a great incentive to get off my ass to exercise.

[mrgaretcarter]

[fancykraken]

I think we had a big missed opportunity to have a scene of Steve returning the Soul Stone.

Red Skull:  Scheiße.

Steve: *Kill Bill sirens*

[cchaiart]

It’s been a long, long time

This moment got me all soft:’)

[beautifulwhensarcastic]

I will never doubt again

requested by @thesokovianaccords

[indiefic]

Elseworlds ficlet, Endgame edition

This isn’t really a thing.

But I wrote a little bit.

Someone is to blame and you know who you are.

There are 14,000,604 other possible outcomes.

This is one of them.

Steve looks up as his other self slides onto the bar stool next to him.  The newcomer motions to the bartender.  “I’ll have what he’s having,” he says, nodding to Steve.

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