We Could Be Heroes

“I don’t measure people’s lives—I save them.” Indie RP blog for Steve Rogers Earth 616Muse & mun are 18+ Tag: rembrandtrogers

[mydemoninabottle]

“We totally could have had drinks on top of the Eiffel Tower.  You’re just a buzzkill.” 

[rembrandt-rogers]

“Give me one very good reason why we should stay.” Who knows, he actually might be convinced.

[mydemoninabottle]

“It’s Nassau, Cap.  Practically a free vacation.  We clear out the Hydra base, led SHIELD handle the stragglers, then hit the beach– and the women.”

[rembrandt-rogers]

“You said the same thing about Paris.” There’s never time to relax. They had responsibilities, if not here then back home. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Now focus."

[rembrandt-rogers]

"It'd be nice if you didn't sound so excited, Tony."

[mydemoninabottle]

Tony stumbled into the kitchen around 7:30am.  Dark circles under his eyes, he grasped for the first big container he saw.  Maybe Rogers wasn’t so bad after all.  It took him a moment to discern the note on the front of the bin: Tony’s coffee.  Nevermind, Steve Rogers was a gift to mankind.  Plus Tony probably owed him an apology…

Nah.

He brewed up the single cup of joe, sat down at the table— and promptly passed out.

[rembrandt-rogers]

He was hungry before he went into the shower and he was starving by the time he got out. Dressed in sweatpants and a tighter fitting shirt (there weren’t many shirts that he could fit into), he came back downstairs looking for some coffee and breakfast. Several people were awake by this point. Tony was not. He had his head down on the table with a full cup of coffee by his hand.

The super soldier’s lip twitched up a little bit as he poured himself a cup. When he set the cup on the counter, he let it clang against the counter strategically close to Tony’s ear.  

Hey, he was just returning the favor.

“Let me guess. First wink of sleep?"

[rembrandt-rogers]

True to his word, Steve bought some coffee after his morning jog. Instead of buying one container however, he bought two. Two big containers; one in each hand.

He whipped out a sticky note pad the second he returned to the kitchen, not even taking a quick break to shower. This needed to be done as quickly as possible, because it was clearly urgent enough to wake him up at 4am last night over. Within moments, one of the containers had a sticky note that said community coffee while the other one had a sticky note that said Tony’s coffee.   

That should solve the problem. At least Tony couldn’t complain about people stealing his coffee for the next couple weeks.

Time to shower.

[mydemoninabottle]

Tony just met Steve’s  glare with a scowl of his own. Stupid Steve.  Stupid, handsome Steve.  Woah, where did that come from?  Tony blinked, his eyes widening in surprise as his mental train of thought bounced off the rails and crashed in a fiery explosion.  Maybe he did need to sleep.

No way.

Tony shook his head to clear his thoughts, and put a hand on Steve’s chest to push him back into the room- not that he could.  ”Just get out of my face, Rogers.  And buy some damn coffee.”

[rembrandt-rogers]

Steve didn’t budge when Tony put a hand on him, just to show that he wasn’t going to budge on this issue. What did Tony come up here expecting to happen exactly, for Steve to apologize and then run to the store in the middle of the night? His hand automatically came up to Tony's to remove it, but instead ended up keeping it lightly gripped in his hand.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” It was really hard to stay upset with someone who had bags under his eyes and was wavering on their feet, so his tone came out a little bit softer than he intended.

[mydemoninabottle]

"How irresponsible can you get?" Tony threw up his hands in exasperation, "I thought soldier-types were supposed to be prepared for anything.  Why Fury ever made you leader of this team I can’t fathom.”  Probably because you can’t manage to take charge of your own life, Tony.  ”Just forget it, I’ll finish it without coffee.  Who needs a stable, focused engineer anyways?  It’s not like it’s my work that keeps everyone here alive.”

[rembrandt-rogers]

This was unbelievable. Tony was practically asleep on his feet, running on low, and being a massive hypocrite. He didn’t take the insult to heart, but he did plant his hand on the doorframe so that he could bring his firm, intimidating stare closer to Tony’s face. “You want to be focused and stable? Get your ass into bed. We do need you, but you’re useless to the team if you push yourself to the point where you can’t think straight. You came up here to pick a fight with me over coffee for Christ sake. And as your leader I’m not above taking your safety into my own hands and dragging you to bed myself.” 

[mydemoninabottle]

"I can’t go to sleep!” the engineer exclaimed as if the very idea was preposterous, “I’m in the middle of realigning the Quinjet’s thrusters!  You try flying that bag of bolts when it’s axis is off by .24 millimeters.  When you make a sharp turn and you end up a red, white, and blue pancake on 24th street, I can say I told you so.”  And maybe he was a little cranky, but he hadn’t slept in 82 (85?) hours, and his last cup of joe had been more 10 of those ago.

[rembrandt-rogers]

Steve took in a deep breath and sighed through his teeth. “Calm down. Unless Doom shows up at our to interrupt breakfast I’m not going to be assembling the team in the next three hours anyways. You can endure it for now.” And Steve might have been a little cranky to have been woken up about an hour and a half before his alarm went off.

[mydemoninabottle]

"I don’t joke about coffee, Steve.”  Tony’s finger jabbed its way against Steve’s sternum.  ”You were the last one to make coffee.  You finished off the coffee!”  It was as if Tony was accusing the man of selling government secrets to Hydra.

[rembrandt-rogers]

The jab was barely even felt, so Steve failed to flinch. His eyes still showed signs of sleepiness even if his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Tony was actually angry. “Maybe it’s a good thing I did. You look awful and about ready to pass out. Go to sleep and I’ll buy some more after my jog.” Which was in about two hours anyways.

[mydemoninabottle]

{ rembrandt-rogers }

Tony knocked furiously on Steve’s door until the other man opened up.  He was dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a grease-covered tank top, and had dark circles under his eyes.  ”We’re out of coffee,” he proclaimed accusingly.

[rembrandt-rogers]

If there was a knock on his door at this hour, it had to be something urgent. He beckoned out to the person behind the door to confirm that he heard the sound right before slipping into a pair of sweatpants. Then he opened the door to see…

Steve should have known. He should have known right away. A little peeved that he expected an emergency, he didn’t even dignify Tony’s response with words—or even a look—of sympathy. "You've got to be kidding me."

[mydemoninabottle]

"Mm, girls do love a confident man, Cap.  An attractive quality.  Words I live by, actually.  You can never be too confident."

[rembrandt-rogers]

"Says you." He quirked his lips. "That's called being cocky and last time I checked, that was a mood killer."

[mydemoninabottle]

"Hey, I don’t judge, big guy.  Looking at yourself in the mirror helps boost confidence.  Sure it’s a little narcissistic, but hey- who am I to talk?"

[rembrandt-rogers]

"Trust me. I don't need to look at myself in the mirror to do that." 

[mydemoninabottle]

"Fun fact- Steve takes his mirror time very seriously.”

[rembrandt-rogers]

"...do I even want to know what that means?"

[callmethespider-deactivated2017]

mydemoninabottle & rembrandt-rogers

[callmethespider-deactivated2017]

     { - ☣ - }   ❝Just another hard day’s work for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.❞

[rembrandt-rogers]

"I'm not going to find another one on my bathroom mirror, am I?"

[rembrandt-rogers]

*webs a note to Steve's couch* If Iron Man takes off all his clothes is he STARK NAKED?

"Son..."

[rembrandt-rogers]

*webs a note to Steve's door* What kind of tea did Americans thirst for? LIBERTY.

"..."

[rembrandt-rogers]

*webs a note to Steve's window* How did Christopher Columbus finance his trip to America? With the Discover Card.

That was a good one.