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ind./sel. mcu steve rogers/captain america. canon divergent/film based. mun & muse 18+. multiship | multiverse. please read guidelines before interacting. penned by ; satan's little helper._______________________________ ❝ doesn't matter what the press says. doesn't matter what the politicians or the mobs say. doesn't matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. this nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. when the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world — no, you move. ❞

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“Get into your pajamas and say your prayers! .... unless you’re atheists.” So far, LOVING a series of unfortunate events ;3

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                               I’M BORED! I NEED A VICTIM,                    I NEED A MIND TO PRY APART & SPIT IN!

multi-everything & crossover friendly private & highly selective harley quinn rp blog written by miya

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current sexuality; emily vancamp using the come hither voice to threaten seven shades of violence :X

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борьба ( fight ) грязь ( dirt ) Пульс ( pulse ) Пятый ( fifth ) винтовка ( rifle ) трещины ( crack ) падение ( fall ) сапог( boot ) равный ( equal ) время ( time ) …. Солдат ?                                                                     Я готов отвечать                                                                 READY TO COMPLY His memories BETRAYED him. The story he thought he knew was a lie. A cover up to conceal what really happened when Steve Rogers walked into that lab in search of his only friend. They had to work fast, the other soldiers were waiting. Corners may have been cut, but the job was done. Through blood. Sweat. AGONY. A stream of drugs and just enough torture to make him FORGET until they were ready. In the span of a few hours, Captain America became HYDRA’s man.  Or so they planned.  The process wasn’t quite complete. They needed more time. But it never CAME. Red Skull fell. Steve went into the ice. A brilliant plan RUINED. Lost forever. Only … - it wasn’t. When he was pulled from the ice, HYDRA was among the first to know. With SHIELD still blissfully unaware of their infiltration, it wasn’t hard to do what needed to be done. What they’d begun seventy years before would finally come to pass.  It takes him too LONG to see. But he begins to piece it together. He’s missing time. Blacking out. Crimes with no SUSPECTS begin ravaging the world. No one naturally accuses America’s first hero - but he knows something is WRONG.  Not knowing who to trust, he can’t simply ask for HELP. But staying silent could just as easily be deadly to the world. He’s caught in a battle for his own mind. Trapped between who he was, who he is, and who HYDRA intended him to be. 

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борьба ( fight ) грязь ( dirt ) Пульс ( pulse ) Пятый ( fifth ) винтовка ( rifle ) трещины ( crack ) падение ( fall ) сапог( boot ) равный ( equal ) время ( time ) .... Солдат ?                                                                     Я готов отвечать                                                                 READY TO COMPLY His memories BETRAYED him. The story he thought he knew was a lie. A cover up to conceal what really happened when Steve Rogers walked into that lab in search of his only friend. They had to work fast, the other soldiers were waiting. Corners may have been cut, but the job was done. Through blood. Sweat. AGONY. A stream of drugs and just enough torture to make him FORGET until they were ready. In the span of a few hours, Captain America became HYDRA’s man.  Or so they planned.  The process wasn’t quite complete. They needed more time. But it never CAME. Red Skull fell. Steve went into the ice. A brilliant plan RUINED. Lost forever. Only ... - it wasn’t. When he was pulled from the ice, HYDRA was among the first to know. With SHIELD still blissfully unaware of their infiltration, it wasn’t hard to do what needed to be done. What they’d begun seventy years before would finally come to pass.  It takes him too LONG to see. But he begins to piece it together. He’s missing time. Blacking out. Crimes with no SUSPECTS begin ravaging the world. No one naturally accuses America’s first hero - but he knows something is WRONG.  Not knowing who to trust, he can’t simply ask for HELP. But staying silent could just as easily be deadly to the world. He’s caught in a battle for his own mind. Trapped between who he was, who he is, and who HYDRA intended him to be. 

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Sam is really inspired by Sharon’s speech 

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Does he ever wonder ? In his position, he’d find it impossible not to. How could you keep from questioning how no one NOTICED you aren’t you? At a glance it might not seem the effort of a second thought. When you look like you, talk like you, walk like you … - well, you know how it goes. It could be argued it would take a fair amount of PARANOIA to even suspect something so outlandish. Yet. Was it really so unthinkable? Considering what was plaguing the city, it was clearly a time of the unbelievable coming to life. Which begs the question, did they fail to notice because nothing seemed WRONG. Does he ever wonder if everyone around him is really so removed they can’t tell the difference? Or rather … - does it bother him they all might have just thought him CAPABLE of being the man to cause so much HARM and not bat an eyelash? He and Graves were undeniably different men, but he liked to think they both ( in their own ways ) fought for something good. No matter the personal cost, they had a job to be done, a law to be upheld. So does he ever wonder - why didn’t they SEE? What do they see IN him?

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Fear. He always wondered how he dealt with it. Over the span of their friendship, he’d watched him face the kind of horrors most men didn’t have the stomach for. Time and time again. The war. The HYDRA experiments. Losing time. Blacking out. Realizing he could be CONTROLLED. Forced into horrific crimes and PUNISHED for moments of humanity. He was all but a stranger to his own skin. For so long he didn’t even know who he was. His past. WHY he was even fighting. The mere thought of having everything stripped from him was more than UNSETTLING. To live with it … - it’s always been a mystery to him how he rarely saw him sweat. It was a source of admiration. Pride. But he never mentioned it. He never asked because he didn’t want to be a REMINDER of everything he suspected relentlessly haunted his best friend. Without hesitation he would have taken the burden on to his own SHOULDERS, but this time he couldn’t. But the question would forever rest in the back of his mind - how do you live with the fear of knowing your WILL can be erased with just a few WORDS. 

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blkwiidow:

 when  Natasha  was  honest  now,  it  drove  her  mad  that  she  didn’t  know  what  was  going  on  with  Steve   &  the  others.  after  she  was  having  a  bad  talk  with  Tony,  she  went  back  to  her  apartment.  she  was  trying  to  find  out  what  happened  to  BARNES   &   ROGERS.  but  she  couldn’t  find  anything,  she  couldn’t  call  him,  STEVE  DIDN’T  ANSWER  HER  CALLS.  

 but  when  she  heard  a  knock  on  her  door,  she  got  up,  taking  her  gun  as  she  got  to  her  door,  slowly  opening  it.  when  she  saw  Steve  standing  in  front  of  her  door,  EMERALD  EYES  WIDENED   &   she  listened  to  what  he  was  saying,  trying  to  figure  out  if  he  REALLY  WAS  HERE.  she  had  been  waiting  for  him  for  so  long   &   now  he  was  finally  here,       ❛  where  are  you  going  ?   ❜      she  didn’t  want  to  show  him  how  happy  she  was  that  he  was  okay,  THAT  HE  WAS  HERE  TO  SEE  HER  AGAIN.  

Bucky had warned him this was a BAD idea. Predictable, too. Their connection, their HISTORY was well documented. As was their reluctance to find themselves working on opposite sides. It only followed he would reach out if he set foot on US soil again. Especially after hearing word had broken that she AIDED his and Bucky’s escape. Still, there he was.  He had to be. Natasha had risked EVERYTHING for him. Not only did he want to say a proper goodbye, he needed to make sure she was SAFE. The relief in her eyes was plain and he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to check in sooner. It had only been a few days ( long enough to recover enough to be mobile, he was still sore, various bruises still blackened the right side of his face ), but he knew well enough by now to know every minute felt like a LIFETIME when you didn’t have answers. ❝ I don’t want to give you another secret to keep. ❞ he countered, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms. She hadn’t been the only one plagued with WORRY. But he forced himself to hold his ground. It would be too easy to change his plans.  Then again ... -  ❝ I’ll never be able to thank you enough for what you did. I know what it cost you and ... - ❞ He broke off, knowing she didn’t need the details. She knew them better than anyone. A slow exhale and he went on, sincerity burning in his gaze, ❝ Thank you. I know it got back to Ross. I had to make sure you were safe. ❞ Would she be? Especially if he and Bucky pulled off what they had planned. When the dust settled, they’d be looking for someone to take the fall. 

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rxttenheart:

    It was something F U N and easy to do, breaking into the Smithsonian to find a rare piece of art that she could sell and use that money to keep on running. It wouldn’t take long for the Joker to find her in New York and she didn’t really want to stay for much longer than she needed to. However, when she heard a voice behind her, she was I R R I T A T E D and spun round to face him, her eyes widening and a smile spreading on her face. Having grown up in Brooklyn, she was raised on the stories of Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America and even when she had left to go to Gotham, she still kept up with E V E R Y T H I N G that happened in New York. She had seen Steve Rogers return, fight alongside the Avengers and the small child from Brooklyn knew that there was still H O P E. 

    “ Oh my god! Yer Captain America! Ya like the most F A M O U S person to ever come out of Brooklyn… man, I grew up hearin’ stories about ya, my brother went as you for Halloween like four years in a row, ” Harley was unable to stop her excitement, not even registering that he had just threatened her. Swinging her bat up onto her shoulders, she smiled widely at him, “ I’ve fought the Bat but I never thought that I’d ever get a chance to go head to head with Captain America… however I need somethin’ in here to help me get away from a very bad man so ya not gonna S T O P me from doin’ that. ”

Defying every SECOND of training he’d ever endured, he stopped. Defenses down. CONFUSION contorted his features. It was truly the first time someone he’d been attempting to apprehend stopped to appreciate who was throwing a wrench in their plans. His brows knitted together, lips quirking momentarily in bemusement. It might have been COMICAL had they not been on the fast track to a fight. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but found that none came to mind. What was he supposed to say? Thank you? Right before hauling her off to prison? Somehow that seemed no less UNCOMFORTABLE.  With the subtle change in her tone, he regained some of his COMPOSURE, features hardening again. He kept a guarded eye on her, moving a few steps to the side, muscles TENSED and ready. Only ... - her defense made him pause again. Granted it could have been a sham ( clearly she didn’t LACK imagination ), but it didn’t fit. She seemed GENUINE. ❝ Flattered as I am with the praise, I can’t just turn a blind eye, ❞ he said levelly, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. Who was she running from? And why did getting away from them entail a heist this big? ❝ You know, if you need help, there are LEGAL ways to go about it. Will this really be worth it if this backfires? You won’t be able to stay out of sight if your face is plastered across the morning news. ❞

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killerborn :

       ❛  no SWORD ? fine by me,        cowboy. the job is FINISHED.         you can have the whole ARSENAL,        i have no USE for any of it now.        but YOU should back off, soldier.        i’m not being paid to waste my         time with some g.i. joe wannabe.  ❜

G.I. Joe wannabe? That was a NEW one. Might almost be funny under different circumstances. Say, if he hadn’t just murdered a man. Eyes narrowed slightly, his stance DEFENSIVE. Shield braced on his right arm. The job being ‘done’ didn’t absolve him of the crime itself. Disgust bled into his CLIPPED tone, ❝ Your time ranks pretty low on the priority list. Sorry. Don’t make things any worse for yourself. Go quietly. ❞

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prxzrck:

   The idea of going back into combat was… it was a nightmare, more than anything else. Violence had never come all that naturally to him, everything he had was learnt and forced upon him. But he was good at it, good at fighting and killing. What a world to find himself in. Not to mention the guilt laying heavily on his soul, should it still exist. He couldn’t just leave the battlefield, go and live some cosy life. It would leave him feeling selfish, shameful. 

   “I gotta find some form of redemption somewhere,” he answered at last, tugging a glove onto his left hand. “And don’t you start on me not havin’ to. I do. I need to do – do something to make up for what I did. Aware of that or not.”

   Bucky shot his best friend a meaningful look at that, remembering their talk on the plane to Siberia. HYDRA may have ordered the hits, but it was his hands coated with blood. Why not put his skills to use? Help the good guys? Maybe it would bring some peace to his life.

As much as he wanted to dispute Bucky’s need for redemption, the words FROZE on his lips. He’d never walked a mile in his shoes; committing heinous crimes and having absolutely no say in the matter. Waking up to realize you had caused MAYHEM. While he hadn’t been in control ... - did knowing that lessen his guilt? If their roles were reversed, he doubted he would have absolved himself so quickly. So there was little point in expecting any different from him. Another beat of silence passed between them before he gave a solemn nod, swallowing back the last of his desire to raise an OBJECTION. ❝ I get it. I do. I just don’t want you punishing yourself for things that were out of your control. You lost DECADES. Control. Free will. You’ve paid a pretty high price, already. ❞ Time and time again. It wasn’t as if he’d gotten to walk away scot-free.  And he wondered if it wouldn’t CONTINUE to. Things were ... - unsteady, to say the least. While they’d all managed to escape prison sentences, it didn’t mean they’d won back public favor. The government was ready to CLOSE in over the smallest of slights, and NONE of them had forgotten the divide that nearly tore them all apart. Coming into the Avengers now, he just hoped Bucky wouldn’t feel the BACKLASH of all the stress. Then again, that was half the reason he was here.