his blood is no less red. for the blue of his eyes, or the gold of his hair. or the white of his SKIN. his story is no less tragic. for the brightness of his smile, or the steadiness of his voice. or the strength of his body. do not forget: he hurts. he weeps. he BLEEDS.β‘ steve rogers for fadcdhq. memories intact. penned by mipsy !
βYOU CAN HAVE A SIP IF YOU WANT?β she asked the other. βlet me have one more though.β the raven haired female tipped back her head, the drink running down her throat like liquid fire. it was a burn she was accustomed to and rarely went a day without feeling. once she finished, she handed the bottle to the other. polly had been drinking for what seemed as long as she could remember. she certainly needed more to feel the buzz than she used to. perhaps it had to do with the lack of family that drove her to find comfort at the bottom of a bottle. she wouldnβt know thoughβ¦ she couldnβt conjure up the faces of any family in her mind.Β
steve Β couldnβt Β remember Β the Β last Β time Β he Β had Β straight Β liquor. Β it Β didnβt Β hit Β him Β like Β it Β used Β to, Β but Β that Β was Β some Β seventy Β years Β ago, Β back Β during Β the Β war. Β before Β the Β war, Β heβd Β sneak Β in Β a Β drink Β or Β two, Β but Β he Β wouldnβt Β drink Β socially Β until Β he Β was Β a Β soldier. Β the Β serum Β in Β his Β body Β prevented Β him Β from Β becoming Β intoxicated, Β so Β at Β least Β heβd Β spare Β himself Β the Β embarrassment Β of Β being Β drunk. Β he Β couldnβt Β say Β the Β same Β for Β her, Β but Β heβd Β humor Β her, Β as Β he Β smiled.Β Β β Β alright,β Β he Β agreed, Β walking Β towards Β her Β and Β taking Β the Β bottle.Β Β β Β what Β are Β we Β celebrating?Β βΒ Β
STEVE ROGERSββββββββββββββββββ
{cis male; he/him; bisexual} β steve rogers who comes from marvel has been spotted in sydney. they are one hundred and two years old and are a metahuman. they have been called +altruistic, +respectable, -warmonger. it seems like their memories are intact. iβve also heard that they are a dead ringer for chris evans. {mipsy; 21+; cst; she/her}
steveβsΒ canonΒ isΒ mcu,Β andΒ hisΒ canonΒ isΒ upΒ toΒ endgame.Β instead Β ofΒ Β βgetting Β a Β lifeβ, Β like Β tony Β said, Β a Β normal Β life Β with Β peggy, Β steve Β returned Β the Β stones Β and Β came Β back Β to Β sam Β and Β bucky. Β
there Β are Β pockets Β of Β time Β where Β steve Β was Β away Β from Β the Β team, Β i.e. Β the Β years Β between Β civil Β war Β and Β infinity Β war, Β where Β he Β was Β nomad Β *heart Β eyes*, Β so Β steve Β couldβve Β met Β other Β heroes Β during Β that Β time!Β (Β this Β is Β for Β any Β marvel Β muses Β who Β are Β comic Β canon Β primarily, Β and Β want Β to Β have Β an Β established Β connection Β with Β steve! Β there Β are Β many Β comic Β book Β characters Β in Β the Β marvel Β universe, Β so Β iβm Β not Β against Β pre-established Β connections!Β )
heβs Β a Β world Β war Β ii Β veteran. Β heβs Β aΒ warΒ hero. Β during Β the Β war, Β was Β the Β time Β he Β underwent Β project Β rebirth, Β the Β project Β to Β create Β a Β super Β solider. Β he Β was Β selected Β because Β he Β was Β an Β inherently Β good Β man, Β according Β to Β erskine, Β and Β the Β test Β was Β a Β success. Β he Β gained Β the Β abilities Β of Β a Β human Β in Β peak Β condition, Β and Β made Β the Β ultimate Β sacrifice Β to Β end Β the Β war.
but Β before Β the Β war, Β he Β was Β just Β a Β sickly Β kid Β from Β brooklyn. Β as Β a Β kid, Β steve Β had Β many Β health Β problems, Β and Β was Β bullied Β because Β of Β it. Β but Β he Β was Β also Β that Β lil Β punk Β that Β would Β fight Β back Β because Β he Β hated Β bullies. Β this Β is Β why Β he Β stands Β up Β for Β the Β little Β guy: Β because Β heΒ Β wasΒ Β the Β little Β guy.
proud Β brooklyn Β kid, Β born Β and Β raised.
still Β your Β favorite Β grandpa, Β learning Β new Β technology Β and Β lingo Β and Β whatnot.
steve Β still Β has Β this Β fear Β of Β living Β a Β normal Β life Β without Β captain Β america. Β if Β heβs Β not Β on Β the Β field, Β not Β in Β a Β war, Β not Β fighting Β forΒ Β something, Β heβs Β afraid Β no Β one Β will Β need Β him Β or Β want Β him, Β anymore. Β this Β is Β theΒ Β warmongerΒ Β part Β of Β his Β personality. Β he Β craves Β conflict Β as Β part Β of Β his Β every Β day Β life. Β heβs Β a Β soldier Β at Β heart, Β and Β if Β heβs Β not Β fighting, Β he Β doesnβt Β know Β what Β to Β do. Β sit Β in Β his Β room, Β stare Β at Β old Β photos, Β and Β wonder Β about Β a Β future Β he Β never Β hadΒ Β ??Β Β nope, Β too Β painful, Β not Β for Β steve.
steveβs Β memories Β are Β intact, Β so Β he Β remembers Β everything. Β he Β knows Β heβs Β not Β from Β sydney, Β and Β heβs Β going Β to Β be Β fighting Β his Β way Β home. Β he Β thinks Β this Β might Β be Β some Β other Β extraterrestrial Β threat Β that Β sent Β he Β and Β all Β these Β other Β people Β here. Β heβll Β be Β the Β first Β to Β put Β a Β crew Β together Β to Β figure Β out Β whatβs Β going Β on, Β because Β somethingβs Β not Β right.
marvel Β muses! Β ( Β especially Β bucky Β barnes, Β natasha Β romanoff,Β carol Β danvers, Β and Β thor Β odinson! Β )
dc Β muses! Β (Β especiallyΒ diana Β princeΒ andΒ clark Β kent!Β )
friends!
enemies!
romantic Β ship! Β ( Β i Β have Β a Β ship Β i Β like Β for Β steve Β in Β mind, Β but Β it Β can Β also Β be Β outside Β of Β his Β fandom. Β need Β chemistry Β + Β must Β be Β discussed! Β )
βIβd advise against doing that.β He said, wondering if the other would listen to him or not. All he could do was sit and see what would happen, he could probably try and convince them why it wasnβt such a good idea. He wasΒ a lawyer, after all.Β βI would suggest moving to the left if you continue. Thereβs a strong possibility that youβre going to knock it over if you donβt.β
βthanks, i didnβt see that.β steve replied, moving to the left from the object, to not hit his shield against it. itβd been awhile since heβd carried his shield on his back, like he used to. it was practically apart of him, but between his broad shoulders, huge build, and this new place, he was still getting used to getting around with it.Β βi was on my way to...somewhere else. i donβt know what iβm doing here.β he said, checking his surroundings.
Raven had fallen into a routine and part of her accepted that this was her life now. It wasnβt that bad, there was no war or end of the world to worry about, although she still thought about her friends and where they could be. There wasnβt much she could so she distracted herself with work, she opened her own auto shop and thatβs where she had been working ever since. The young mechanic hoped that her friends would eventually show up, she wanted to know that they were safe. Luckily, her leg wasnβt bothering her as much, the new brace was actually working. Being lost in her thoughts, Raven was currently fixing one of the cars when she accidentally hurt herself. βFuck!β She groaned as she moved from underneath the cars, holding her hand that was now bleeding. βLittle help? Got a tissue or something?β She asked, noticing the person who had entered the shop.
steve missed the simple things in life. one of those simple things was his motorcycle. it was noΒ βliberatorβ, the harley-davidson wla produced by the army, added with weapons and gadgets by howard stark, back in the 40s. it wasnβt the modern age harley-davidson, he owned for personal use and active missions, a few years ago. this was another harley-davidson, that was some guyβs junk, and steveβs new treasure. he sold it to him cheap, and steve could tell there were a lot of problems with it. but steve was no mechanic. he didnβt know where to begin. he tried to learn once, the different parts of the motorcycle and how to fix it up. no luck. but, he could see promise in the old bike. nostalgia, a way to get back to simpler times. before the infinity stones. before thanos. so he walked into the reyes auto shop, pushing the old motorcycle beside him with ease. when sheβd cursed, he paused, head followed where it came from.βi got a little more than that.β he smiled, gesturing the old bike.βbut, take this. it should help. donβt worry, i havenβt used it yet.β he handed her a cloth, that he intended for the bike.βwhen youβre done, could you check her out for me? sheβs got a lot of problems, but i know she can still ride. iβll wait all day if i have to. if you canβt help her, could you point me in the right direction of who can?β
steve sat quietly in the studioΒ room, drawing. classes for the day had ended, and steve finished grading the studentsβ pieces, about an hour ago. he was supposed to be at home, resting so heβd be ready to teach another lesson tomorrow, but he was here. leaving his door open to a student working on their drawing assignment. working on professor rogersβ assignment. steve still wasnβt used to that: professor rogers. but he refused to be called a doctor. pencil strokes to a sketchbook, he drew the town square. the long palm trees he drew like towers, the bridge that crossed and connected one part with another. the lush greenery of the land, and the pond waters. when he looked back at it, the park was beautiful. the entire island was beautiful, and it took him this long to see that. steve was preoccupied with other things, he couldnβt see the beauty in this place. how could he when heβd lost so much?
he continued to draw, and as he drew people, he thought of his friends. natasha...didnβt make it to the end. she sacrificed herself to bring everybody back. to save the universe, but more importantly, her family. it was the most heroic thing sheβd done, and steve knew that. their friendship -- no their BOND grew over several years, working together. he couldnβt trust her before. heβd trust her with his life, now. he looked up to her, sheβd come so far from the person she used to be. someone steve...wouldnβt recognize, if he knew everything. he still felt like there was so much he didnβt know about her. but he trusted her. heβd trusted the black widow because heβd gotten to know the woman behind the spider. shame, that all sheβd be was a ghost to him now. his thoughts started to drift to tony, when the student called to him, finished, and left. steve said goodbye, and went back to drawing. a few minutes later, he heard more footsteps.Β βdrawing and painting classes are over with today,β he started,Β βand my class after hours are finished. you can leave your assignment on my desk, and iβll get to it tomorrow.β @chrysvlisβ
happy birthday steve. it was the fourth of july. and it was his birthday. while he didnβt like to be reminded of how old he was, he was still teased by his friends. old man,Β βfossilβ as nat would put it. steve knew they were just teasing, a bit of fun with the old soldier. they still respected him, but his age reminded him that he didnβt belong in this time. reminded him that he wasnβt born in their time, and he would remember everything heβd lost. soldiers, a life with peggy, but most importantly time. precious time, years of his life he couldnβt get back. because he was frozen on ice and practically transported to the future.
he was displaced. heβd remember he was displaced, but when those depressing thoughts would come, heβd reflect on his present. everything post frozen on ice. his new family the avengers, and learning his old one, bucky, was still alive. fury, his work with shield, and reuniting with the amazon diana prince, made him hopeful. made him want to stay alive. to keep living. then, was he level again. he was one hundred and two today, but it felt like any other day.
he was on guard duty, he was working. dressed to the nines, suited up in his uniform. steve hadnβt planned on stepping away from duty, he just wanted to do this and get it over with. but as he watched the summer fair unfold, he couldnβt help but remember bucky trying to win a stuffed bear for a redhead. dolores, he remembered. or the fact that steve threw up on a ride. heβs definitely not doing that again.
he stepped away for a moment, wanting to reminisce in the past, for just a moment. he hadnβt played these kinds of carnival games in decades. he was a little rough. he approached a booth where it looked like you had to throw a ball and hit the targets, in order to win a prize.Β βSOME people might say i should get out more,β he started, adjusting his earpiece to shut it off,Β β-guess this is me trying.β
fourth of july invariably meant stark industry business. official parties to attend, launch eventsβ¦ and this year, pepper wanted him over at manhattanβs summer fair in his capacity as tony stark, while fury wanted him there as iron man.
it was a good thing he was good at multitasking.
so here he was, dressed up and lounging around at the stark industries booth, while FRIDAY kept an eye out for trouble. so many people had walked past the booth that he didnβt really bother looking up when someone else came by.Β
βif youβre looking for the latest stark pads - theyβre over there. my assistantβs running a live demo right now. and if youβre looking for the goodie bags - and trust me, everyone is - go talk to happy hogan, heβs the guy with the badge standing by the far wall.β
steve needed to get away. the avengers latest assignment was guarding the cityβs first pro-mutant candidate, for mayor, in the middle of the summer fair. sounded like an easy job, but it wasnβt. walking around suited up as captain america during a festival this big, was exhausting. everyone wanted a picture, autographs, kids wanted to touch his shield, and people wanted stories of his time as an avenger. sometimes, women would just ask if he was single.
women wanted him, men wanted to be him, he was americaβs golden boy. well, one of them. steve was a favorable man, a respectable man, and a war hero. but, he liked to think of himself as just a man. he couldnβt understand how anyone could handle this kind of attention, this kind of publicity - he didnβt know how tony did it. but, it was always tonyβs personality.
speak of the devil, he found tony.
steve watched him as he listened, noticed he hadnβt bothered to look up at him. rude, but typical tony. βWOW...you really do look sad if youβre not playing with your toys.β he said, looking over his booth. βIβM not here for a demo or a goodie bag, tony. i just needed a break. but it looks like youβre comfortable.β
