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So I did the thing. I’m not sure how many of you actually cross over into the Dead By Daylight fandom at all, but my Legion blog is now active @_@ what am I even doing with my life anymore. Find Frankie Boy here! later dudes!

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Is it weird that after playing a lot of the game I want to make a Dead by Daylight blog? Yes? No? I thought so.... So... guess what I’ll be doing for the rest of the afternoon..... link will be up later...

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Send a symbol for my muse to find yours…  - Accepting ☂️ - in the rain without an umbrella

Steve sighed, seeing Natasha’s two toned hair, dripping with rain water as she looked out over the Hudson. Steve had just finished with his support class, and had decided to drop by and check on her. They had all been going through their own issues after half of the universe disappeared. Everyone except Natasha. Steve was no fool, he knew she was going through her own issues, she just didn’t let anyone see it in her. The soldier knew pain and avoidance when he saw it, he just didn’t know how to approach it.The door was open, and Steve silently walked out onto the back lawn of the Avengers compound, and lifted the large umbrella he’d used himself over her head, standing close to her side so his body heat would help warm her from the chilly downpour. “I believe the water still works inside if you wanted a shower Nat.” He teased, before looking down at her, with an open smile on his face, “You doing okay?”

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Pin My Muse! Sitheachban sent UNF for a Passionate Pin - No longer accepting

Steve had been carrying laundry down the hall, the basket on his hip when he wondered where Bucky had gotten off to. He hadn’t seen the assassin in far longer than was healthy. Steve put the clothes away, and was heading to the kitchen to start on dinner. Food generally pulled his lover out of whatever hiding place he had found, and he was starting to worry.Then, with a startling speed, Steve was tackled against the wall, a pair of full lips descending on his own, and a thigh pressing between his, slotting perfectly into place. It took him only a moment to realize  what was going on, and press back into the weight pinning him against the wall. “Jeez Buck, is this what you’ve been doing all day? Stalking me and plotting against me?” he asked through their kiss, a moan ripping from his chest as a hand dipped south down his rib cage. 

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“It was just a dream!”

Send “It was just a dream!” to wake Steve from a nightmare - No Longer Accepting

Something was very very wrong. He couldn’t find Bucky. He was nowhere to be found, and it was so inexplicably wrong that Steve could feel an asthma attack coming on. That wasn’t right… He hadn’t had an asthma attack in over 70 years, he couldn’t really be feeling that familiar tightening of his chest and struggling to breathe. Behind him, a cold whipping wind caught his hair, and he turned to see a broken piece of train car hanging out over a sharp precipice. Hanging on a precarious pipe, was his best friend, and lover. 

“Bucky!” He cried, rushing forward, and feeling his body rebel. Looking down, he could see skinny arms and legs, all knobbly and weak. Tears pricked at his eyes, because how could his body and the serum fail him when he needed it most? Tears streamed down his face as he pushed his weak body to try and help his friend. Climbing across the pipes was excruciating, but he kept pressing forward. All that mattered was getting to Bucky. Finally, he reached out for his hand, just for the pipe to break, and the brunette’s fingers slipped right through his own. Steve tried to grip onto the pipe he was latched to, but it was icy, and his grip was weak. He tumbled after Bucky, the soldier’s scream echoing in his ear along with the wind rushing up to meet him.

He fell through something that gave into his weight, almost like water, and darkness swallowed him again until he was standing in front of a dimly lit mirror. Staring down at him, was his own reflection, the larger, stronger version of himself, looking just as distraught as he currently felt. From far away, only loud enough for him to catch the words in his good ear, he could hear the voices of Peggy, Howard, Phillips, and the Howlies, all of them whispering things he’d told himself every waking moment since that fateful mission. 

“You couldn’t save him because you were never strong enough before.”

“Everything super about you came out of a test tube.”“You were a science experiment, you didn’t belong on the front lines.”

Steve covered his ears, screams ripping from his throat, chest constricting with the inability to breathe. It felt like the screaming would never end, until his eyes opened and above him he could see Bucky’s long hair shadowing his face, the gleam of his metal arm in the low light, spilling through the canvas of their tent. “Bucky?” His voice was hoarse, and he wasn’t sure if he had been screaming, or if it was dry from terror. He moved to wrap his arms around the brunette, half afraid to see them small again. To his relief they were thick and strong as he gripped his lover, and pulled him down close enough that Steve could feel Bucky’s heartbeat against his own broad chest. His face buried in the dark hair, nose finding its favored place at his pulse.“Buck… so sorry… I couldn’t… I wasn’t strong enough… I left you…. Please… Forgive me please… I need it… Need to hear it…” He begged, while his trembling arms tried to hold him even closer. 

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“It was just a dream!”

Send “It was just a dream!” to wake Steve from a nightmare - No Longer Accepting

It was extremely cold. Even when he thought back about putting the Valkerie in the water, he never remembered it being this cold. It was only ever this cold during one of his night terrors, which felt impossible to wake himself from. The cold was almost hot with the way it burned his skin through his uniform. He could feel ice creeping up his veins, centering in his heart as he slowly froze to death. Then, like fire, he could feel hands on his shoulders, shaking the ice away. His eyes flew open, and in the darkness, the blue glow was all he could see aside from a shape over him. 

He remembered Schmidt and the tesseract then, and his body reacted on instinct. He threw his hips, rolling the attacker beneath him, gripping their wrists. His vision was blurred from sleep, and hiss body was so fucking cold. His body shuddered, but his grip stayed firm until his vision finally started to clear. The first thing that took shape was the circular glow of blue, not square, then the goatee, and tousled hair, until Steve realized he was looking down at Tony, not at Schmidt. 

“Oh fuck..” He said softly, before releasing him, scrambling back off the bed, and against the wall, looking for all the world like a frightened animal. His hands were clenched close to his chest as he slid down the wall, curling into a ball.“Tony… fuck… I’m … I’m so fucking sorry…”

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reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

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Bottom Of The River || closed - getinthefunvee

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Steve gave a half chuckle as he stumbled down the apartment hallway at half past three in the morning. Blood ran freely down his face and chest, knuckles beat all to hell, and bruised beneath. He was sure if he had the energy to lift his shirt there would probably be a dark bruise blossoming there, but nothing felt broken so he wasn’t too worried. His back pocket was full of hundreds, but that wasn’t near as valuable to him as the pure feeling that was coursing through his veins. Feeling something other than numbness and guilt was in short supply these days, and he only seemed to find it when he was coming home in such a state.  With a curse he listed to the side, his shoulder hitting the wall heavily. Mumbling a wet sounding apology to whoever lived there, he pushed away from the wall, and made it to his door before his knees threatened to give out. He was so much more than tired, exhausted was probably a little closer, and he just wanted to collapse into bed, sleep with no nightmares, and wake up to shower and paint tomorrow.  Unfortunately there was no such luck in his day as he fumbled with his keys, draped across the doorknob, just to keep himself standing. They fell from his shaking hands, and he let his forehead hit the solid door with a thunk. If he tried to reach for them now, he’d end up on the floor and unsure if he would get back up. If he didn’t he’d be passed out and on display for all of his neighbors in the morning.  Groaning, he tried to reach blindly for them, while still holding onto the door. It didn’t prove fruitful and he let out another curse before resting on the door to get his bearings for another try.

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The Dawn Will Come || Closed - getinthefunvee

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Steve sighed and ran a hand over his face for what must have been the millionth time that day. The maps never showed anything different, no matter how many times he poured over them, and all he seemed to do was work himself towards another headache. Gloved hands rubbed at his temples as he paced in front of his desk, the call of the lyrium box in his desk was loud, and he grimaced before turning on his heel and exiting his tower office. Perhaps a walk of the parapets would do him well.  Several guards along the walkways bid him good afternoon as he passed, hands tucked at the small of his back, and wind blowing the dark fur around his shoulders across his face. He bade them a curt good morning back, or a simple nod, but for the most part he was lost in his thoughts. Fury had promised him that he would remove him from his position should the cravings become too much for him to bear, and though Steve pestered him almost daily, the man still seemed to have a misplaced trust in him.  The hands at the small of his back shook with pain as the blonde’s feet led him down towards the courtyard. Many merchants were happy to see him making his rounds, and he stopped to chat kindly with a few, before taking a turn into the garden. He knew Natasha secretly helped to keep the herbs in the garden growing, though he wasn’t supposed to, and he found himself keeping an eye on them as well, especially when she was away working on some form of business for the Inquisition.  He was just inspecting a leaf of Spindleweed when he heard a familiar laugh carried on the wind towards him. One of the soldiers was standing up from an obviously lost game of chess to the Tevinter Altus. His tanned skin caught the sun, and though Steve had heard him complain of the bitter cold in Skyhold, he was very surprised to see the man sitting in the garden at the chess table. The soldier seemed quite miffed, and stomped away as Steve approached. “I knew there had to be a reason for such a warm blooded mage to be outside in the gardens in ‘such freezing weather’,” He said, fingers gripping tighter in his gloves, still tucked away behind him, “I don’t know why the thought that you might play chess never crossed my mind before now Tony.” He let his face split easily into a smile. The Tevinter was not as horrible as many in the castle claimed, and he wanted to prove once and for all, that mages and templars (even former ones) could still be courteous.

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sitheachban:

Bucky would have been perfectly happy to stand there forever with Steve’s hands on him, whispering reassurances he was certain Steve would have said he didn’t need. Even if it hadn’t been five years for him, it had still been some weeks while Steve was out fighting the good fight with Sam and Natasha. There hadn’t been a lot of time for them to be together in between trying to remove the mind stone without killing Vision and fighting for the continuity of the universe in the wake of Thanos’ first attack. For just the precious moments they had now, Bucky let his body relax into Steve’s embrace, his own hands moving over planes of muscle it was still sometimes strange to associate with the young punk he’d first fallen for several lifetimes ago.

When Steve pulled away, Bucky couldn’t help smiling softly at the admonition. “Sometimes ‘I’m sorry’ is just an expression of sympathy, Rogers, not an admission of guilt.” Bucky knew he couldn’t have done anything about falling to dust and dying on Steve. For once, it was absolutely not his fault and he knew it. Even not fighting wouldn’t have saved him. But, his heart still ached for having left this beautiful man who’d already faced such pain alone…again.

But, instead of arguing further, he simply nodded his acquiescence to the request to shut up and whispered “okay” as he wound his arms around Steve’s waist, letting his lover hold on to him for that reassurance in the moment.

They absolutely would be talking later. After the immediate needs of this ragtag army from across the galaxies were seen to, after the dead and the survivors were taken care of as well. Bucky wouldn’t let Steve get out of addressing the last five years so easily. But, now wasn’t the time. Right now, he needed to just be here for his captain. There would be time later for him to take care of Steve the way Steve insisted on taking care of himself…and everyone else he cared about.

Shifting just a bit as Steve’s arms around him tightened, he closed his eyes to savor the moment, even as he spoke up with questions. What better way to remind Steve he was truly back than to slide right back into the right-hand-man position that Bucky had always seen as his to claim? (Sam could fight him on that for eternity, but Bucky was never giving it up.) “What do you need me to do to help with clean-up? I’ve got this nifty new arm from Shuri that can help with actual heavy lifting. I can liaise with Okoye and the Wakandans. Or, anything else you need. Sergeant Bucky Barnes, reporting for duty, Captain Punk.”

The moment Bucky started asking questions, the warm, happy face seemed to slip away, replaced by the harsh lines of the Captain. Hesitantly, he let the brunette out of his arms, promising himself there would be more time for it later, he would make more time for it later.  “First we need to start searching the wreckage for survivors, You and Bruce can help with that, as can Strange. Okoye has been doing quite well on her own, and deserves some time to reunite with her King.” the blonde pushed hair back from his forehead, and looked around, giving a few more orders before heading off into action, a little slower than usual. It was a long day, longer than most others he’d had save for that fatal day of the first snap. But this one was very close to it. The only difference was his heart was much lighter. Casualties were minimized this time around. Though there were several deaths that hit them harder than others. Natasha and Tony’s deaths were heartbreaking, and though he’d already known about them, having to relay the news got harder with every person. Finally, once the rubble had been picked through, all their teams accounted for, either alive, wounded, or deceased, and promises were made to take at least 24 hours to rest before making further plans, Steve felt like rest was in sight. Pepper was just assuring him that they would be fine, she and Happy would take care of the funeral arrangements, and promised that if she needed any help she would call. He gave her a tight hug, with a shakily whispered apology. If there were tears in his eyes, Pepper didn’t say anything as she bade him goodbye, taking Tony’s body with her.  Slowly, and wearily, Steve sank down onto a rock and put his head in his hands. It was time for rest, but his mind was plagued, with so many faces, so many names.... and so many questions. Had he done enough? Could he have stopped even one of those deaths? How much of this was his fault? He didn’t even have the strength to punch out his frustrations over those questions as the broken shield finally fell from his hand with a small thunk. Slowly, his hands migrated from running through his hair, to clasping the back of his neck as he focused on just breathing through the tightening in his chest. Everything was going to be okay. He wasn’t alone anymore.... everything would be okay. 

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romasorceress:

Wanda knew that if anyone understood where she was coming from  it was Steve. After all, he had been frozen in ice for over 70 years and woke up to everyone he knew being gone, more or less. Waking up and everything being different, that’s how it was when her parents died, and Pietro. She took another breath, glancing back over at Steve when he spoke again.

She nodded at his first statement. “I know you understand for sure,” she commented. “That’s why you and Sam went running every morning before, right?” she mused. As he pulled her in for a hug, she couldn’t help but to laugh softly. “Yeah I should definitely bring an umbrella next time. In case I don’t have Captain America to save me next time,” she replied, smiling up at him.

Steve frowned at her words and shook his head. “Steve.” he corrected, turning to look down at her, and giving her a sad half smile, “I’m not Captain America anymore... and part of me thinks I haven’t been for a long time.” He sighed softly, and pulled her in tighter for just a moment before releasing her. Part of him wondered if he could really talk about this kind of thing with her, or if he should just keep it to himself.  Deciding that his own insecurities and issues were not the problems of someone he viewed like a little sister, he pushed those thoughts from his mind, and reached a hand out to feel the rain patter over the leather across his palms. “That is why Sam and I went running every morning. Sometimes, just having a routine helped, or something you could do without having to think, or where you could just think.... it’s hard to explain. But I couldn’t have gotten through it alone.”  He forced a small curl to his lips, and bumped his shoulder with hers. “If you ever need to talk about anything... you know I’ll listen right? I bet you didn’t know that’s the real super power I’ve always had. The rest of this all came out of a test tube.” He gave a half laugh so that she would know it was a joke.

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When Tony came to again, something had changed, he noticed it immediately. Rhodey was just in sight outside, apparently deep in thought, but tiny movements of his shoulders gave it away to Tony, that he was struggling with something. Tony looked around, catching the lack of machines he was hooked up to. Only an IV. He guessed the house was keeping track of his vitals and was set to alarm the other occupants. In the same way, F.R.I.D.A.Y. gave a low chirp as the door opened to let someone enter. Steve. He wasn’t necessarily surprised to see him there.

“Let me guess: We lost. Again.” he said with bitterness in his voice. That was the only way he would retain the strength of not breaking, because them losing meant they were gone, all of them gone for good.

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Steve had a lot of regrets. No one was perfect, not even Captain America, and the rest of the world seemed to forget about that. Rhodey had thankfully seen reason once Tony had gone off world to stop Thanos, and still did. It was Tony that Steve was worried about. He had known the moment Tony had turned to look at him in that bunker, that he’d royally fucked up. If he was completely honest with himself, he’d known he’d fucked up long before that. Every time his stomach had twisted when he’d tried to find the words, and said something else instead, every step he’d taken closer to Bucky and further from the team... All of it had been signs to try and warn him away from the path he’d chosen, and still he hadn’t listened. Now, standing outside of Tony’s room, trying to figure out exactly what to say to him, he knew, and he regretted so much more than when he and Bucky had walked away from the man’s limp form. He ran a hand over his scruffy face, and paced until F.R.I.D.A.Y. gave him a quiet nudge. “The Boss doesn’t bite that much Steve, you should go talk to him.”  And dammit if she didn’t sound so reminiscent of Sarah Rogers that he felt compelled to follow directions. The soft lilt wrapped around him and gave him strength as he stepped through the door, holding his head high. He wasn’t surprised at Tony’s bitterness, and he took a breath to hold back the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.  “Yes,” He finally answered, “We lost. But that doesn’t mean that any of us are giving up hope just yet.” 

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CHRIS EVANS as Steve Rogers in CAPTAIN MARVEL (2019)

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OOC

Welp. I got three drafts done before I have to dip to make it home, but I will work on the rest first thing tomorrow! I hope you guys have a lovely day, and I should be around more tomorrow and this weekend to get all caught up!

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hydrasassct:

Bucky stayed seated for a few beats, looking at the files now neatly stacked at the table and knowing he’d have to work up the nerve to look through them at some point. He wouldn’t have to do it alone, and he wasn’t sure whether or not that was the more daunting thought. He knew Steve didn’t blame him for any of it, but it was an argument that could go in circles for hours–Bucky still blamed himself for everything that he’d done, and Steve insisted it wasn’t his fault, that Hydra was fully responsible. For now, he’d leave that be. It was a situation for later.

He stood, tearing his eyes and mind away from the files and turning to Steve, mustering a smile. “I wouldn’t object to just wandering,” he said. “It’s been a while since we’ve been able to do that. I’d like to see exactly how different everything is now.”

“It’s... a lot different. I can tell you that much.” Steve said shaking his head, “In some good ways and some bad. Mrs. O’Donavan’s bakery is gone, but the Zeffirelli's restaurant is still around, their granddaughter runs it now with her family. The food still tastes exactly the same.” He smiled, and grabbed his keys, and wallet, tucking the latter into the back pocket of the clean pair of pants he’d changed into after his shower.  “It’s a lot to get used to Buck, but it’s still home. It takes a while to see it that way, but... you can still see pieces of it in the older parts of the city.” He felt the corner of his mouth lifting up even further, “Central Park is a hell of a lot bigger than I remember it too.”

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Sitheachban:

Bucky knew he was staring, but at lease he wasn’t the only one. Sam had gone silent, too, while Banner seemed to be muttering to himself about timelines and algorithms.

This was like nothing else he’d seen in the ‘future’, since breaking Hydra’s control. Technology and pop culture had changed, but – especially after some ‘tutelage’ from Shuri – Bucky had found a lot of things maintained the same theme, if not form. Nothing would have prepared him for seeing two of his oldest friend and (relatively) new lover and having to determine which one was actually his.

When one looked to him for help, he wasn’t even sure what he could do.

Stepping up onto the platform, ignoring Banner’s warnings about possible dangers, Bucky stopped standing in front of the two Steves. He took his time looking them over, enhanced senses trying to discern any minuscule difference that might help identify one from the other. “I…you…” He shook his head. “It’s like looking at two mimeograph prints. You look more identical than identical twins.”

And, they did, even down to the identical looks in their eyes as they looked at him for help.

“Fuck.” A hundred years of friendship and you’d think he’d be able to tell his own boyfriend apart from himself. “Comparing knowledge, I guess? Is there any other way to tell?” They couldn’t have had exactly the same experiences in two different time-realities, could they?

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thexsummerxsoldier:

Steve glanced between Bucky and the other Steve, trying to figure out just who was wrong here. He had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. The possibility that either he or some version of himself was stranded somewhere where they didn’t fit again was…upsetting. Though hopefully it wouldn’t be difficult to return to the right time.

If it was him. How would they even tell which one was right? He and this other Steve looked exactly the same. It was unnerving. He took a breath and let it out again, forcing himself to be steady as he glanced back over to Bucky. “Yeah…s not the same as just traveling to your past really. This is…I mean…same moment and all.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think so. Well uh…I’m Steven Grant Rogers. Born 1918 to Joseph and Sarah Rogers. Bucky’s been my best friend since we were kids, and then he went to war and I decided to follow him. A scientist gave me a chance, and I was injected with the serum and turned into this…” He gestured at his own body, a wry little smile on his face.

“For a while I just ended up a USO guy, cause they didn’t think I had what it took to be on the battlefield. Well eventually I ended up in Italy and rescued Bucky and the other men from the Hydra base there. What followed was a team formed specifically to take down every Hydra base and Schmidt as fast as possible.”

Steve glanced over at the other two again. “Well? How’s it sounding so far? Anything different?”

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Steve nodded along with everything that his other self was saying, all of it making sense, and following along with what he knew. All of it sounded the same, down to the letter.  “All the same. From there, on a mission to capture Arnim Zola, I lost buck on a train altercation. It... well needless to say it tore me up pretty badly. We found the main base, and thought we ended it when Schmidt dissapeared after trying to use the tesseract, and I put the Valkerie in the water to keep the bombs from dropping on U.S. soil.” He reached up, rubbing his fingers over his eyes and the bridge of his nose firmly, as if trying to quell a headache, “Then I woke up in 2012, saved the world from Aliens and Loki, found out Buck was alive, took down SHIELD which had been infiltrated by HYDRA, and lost him again... Tony tried to develop a security system for the world that ended up becoming hostile, calling himself Ultron, and we stopped him, destroying half of a country called Sokovia in the process.”  He paused for a moment, turning to look at Bucky. He wanted to take him into his arms, just to feel a little safer, a little more in control, and to take the comfort he knew he needed from such a strange situation. But he had no way of knowing if this was his Bucky, and he didn’t want to go straight for that if it wasn’t. “From there, well... the world wanted to regulate when we could and couldn’t help save the world. I didn’t agree with Tony, and I found Bucky again, he had some of his memories but not all, and in the end, half of the Avengers went into hiding, and Bucky went to Wakanda because they thought they could help.” His ears went a little pink then, and he looked down at his feet, fighting the blush off his face. If this wasn’t his Bucky, then this could get really awkward really fast, “Shortly after he came out of cryo, Buck talked to me about things... and well... we’d lost so much time from not saying anything already, and we started a relationship then.”  He cleared his throat and looked away, feeling tears starting to prickle the backs of his eyes. What if he was lost again? What if he’d been the one to leave Bucky this time? He couldn’t bare that, “That all sounding the same?” @sitheachban @thexsummerxsoldier

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getinthefunvee:

Bingo, Tony thought dully, not quite believing that his gamble had worked. It shouldn’t have; whatever sort of evil bastard the masked man seemed to believe he was capable of being, he was still very much just a guy in a suit–a guy in a suit, with a knife, and the apparent knowledge that termination protocols were a thing that existed, and that this terrifying pile of muscle and leather would probably sit there, docile as a lamb, while Tony stabbed him however many times it took, in however many vulnerable places, for termination.

For a moment, he thought he was going to be sick. Then the man hauled him upright, and Tony hissed through his teeth, the fractured edges of his ribs grating together.

Clearly this business trip was a write-off.

He tucked the knife awkwardly into his belt–the blue eyes tracked the movement, and if Tony didn’t know any better, he’d think the glance was this side of judgemental–and focused on keeping his breathing steady and his vision from blacking out.

Why is he using ASL? Something about Russian spook ops and the incredibly fluid movement of the man’s big hands didn’t add up. But then, what the fuck did he know about any of this?

“So we’ll call that report completely fucking useless,” Tony said, when he thought he could keep his voice steady. As much as he didn’t want to put himself at the mercy of whatever this thing was, he didn’t have many options. Curious, he half-fumbled the sign for ‘permission’, flicking up Vs made with the fingers of both hands.

“Go on. I can tell you my ribs are fucked and I have a pounding headache, if that gives you any clues. What do I call you?”

The Commander did not flinch at the man’s tone when he rendered the report useless. He was used to being reprimanded for situations that were out of his control. He was surprised however, when no physical blow or punishment followed. The blue eyes shadowed by stringy blonde hair narrowed in confusion, but he did not question it. To question a handler was unthinkable.  When the man made a signal with his hands that he did not know, The Commander felt familiar panic rise in his chest. Was he supposed to know this? Had he been taught and forgotten? His head tilted questioningly to the side as his breathing started to quicken. Nononononononono. Panicking meant vulnerability, and vulnerability meant handlers got killed. He couldn’t allow that weakness when the security of an agent was at hand. The man was speaking, and he needed to listen. Gritting his aching teeth, he blinked, and tuned back into the conversation.  Once permission had been given, his hands were surprisingly gentle, lifting his coat and pulling his shirt from his pants to reach beneath, and gently feel for broken ribs. There was one, but he had nothing to set it with. Mentally he added this objective to the top of his priority list right underneath escape and keeping his handler alive.  “Whatever you feel necessary sir...” He answered the question as he pulled back to look into the man’s eyes, inspecting for the signs of a concussion, and probing his head softly to find where the pain was coming from. “Some of the usuals are Soldier, Asset, and filthy mutt.” Once his search was complete, he fell back into his parade rest to give his report. “Broken rib, top priority under safety and escape, minor concussion, observation for 48 hours imperative.” Once again, at the small of his back, his fingers made the signs, as if by using them it would make the pain in his head and face lessen.  “Ready for orders sir.”