#amcricascaptain

[abrooklynbrat]

@amcricascaptain || Continued from [x]

"Sounds perfect. Jason, Freddy, and I will be waiting.” Because when she said horror movies, she obviously meant the cheesy ones from the 70s and 80s.

And they were; for when Steve arrived at Bex’s, he’d find a stack of movies by the tv. The pizza menu on the table next to the Bex’s cell. And Bex herself on the couch wearing pants with bats all over them.

“Hey! Welcome! And with two minutes to spare...”

[murder-popsicle]

" you need a place to lie low. i have a spare room. sound good? "

@amcricascaptain || on the run starters || accepting

“You don’t think that’s the first place they’ll look for me?” Jane asked. “I mean, I appreciate your help, but everybody knows that you and me, we got history.”

She still wasn’t certain how she felt about accepting Steve’s help. She wasn’t sure what he wanted from her. The one thing she knew was that she’s wasn’t Bucky Barnes anymore. Not yet.

[crowncdlegends-aa]

Mistletoe Kiss ;)

christmas mistletoe | @amcricascaptain

YAS.

A small patch of greenery up above their heads catches Peggy’s eyes. “Well, would you look at that, Captain. It seems you’ve danced us right underneath mistletoe.” She gives him a teasing grin, as she tilts her chin up for a kiss. 

[crowncdlegends-aa]

@amcricascaptain liked the thing.

There’s a frown etched on Peggy’s lips. How on earth did she work this blasted thing? There were too many buttons, too many things to remember. And a slice of pie was three dollars now?! What happened to ten cents? She finds herself growing increasingly frustrated, to the point of tears. She flops down on the chair, a heavy sigh leaving her lips, pressing the heels of her hands against her lids to keep the tears at bay.

[beccabrnes]

starter for @amcricascaptain​

                                                          6/15/1940

it genuinely shocks becca just how gross some people can be. she’s on a date with william carpenter, ex-star football player from high school and apparently very into her. or, well, her tits at least. she’d been strong armed by her friend anne and she was really starting to regret caving under pressure. 

the date had started with them going to the baseball game, which would have been perfectly fine if he hadn’t spent the whole game telling her what was happening like she was five and telling her how ‘cute’ it was that she pretended to be interested. it was then that she wanted to go home but she figured she might as well get a free meal for her troubles. and when they got to the diner and he insisted on sitting beside her, she let it go because…free food. but his hand trying to slip up her skirt is  the final damn straw. she stands abruptly, eyes flashing as she slaps him and then dumps his milkshake on his head. 

❝——————KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF ME!❞  he jumps up in shock, the pink liquid sliding down his face in an almost comical manner as she grabs her bag and shoves past him. ❝If you can’t tell, I’m leaving. Oh! And Billy Myers had 9 home runs last season. Not 12. You big idiot.❞ she huffs and goes to storm off not noticing a familiar face in the diner already, more focused on getting away from will.

[abrooklynbrat]

@amcricascaptain is getting a plotted starter cause these two...

“He’s awake.” Two words. Two extremely simple words. And yet, they carried with them a power only few could understand – cutting through 70 years of pain and mourning, causing her heart to stop and her breath to catch.

Awake.

She doesn’t answer Maria; it never even occurs to her to do so. She just simply hangs up, heading for Midtown and the coordinates sent to her phone. Somewhere, in the very back of her brain, a tiny voice tells her that there’s something she needs to do, people she needs to call. Like the Commandos. They deserve to know too. And they deserve to find out from her, one of their own.

She’ll feel bad about that later. When the boys relay to her the story of seeing the two of them on the nightly news. But they’ll also understand. Or at least she hopes they will. It’s hard not to have tunnel vision in this moment. He’s awake. All she has to do is go to him. And that is what she’s concentrating on. Getting to him.

*********

The scene in Times Square is not what she’s expecting – helicopters, swat vans, several dozen SHIELD agents all with their weapons at the ready. Was this really the welcome wagon they had rolled out? This was…it wasn’t like the Hulk was destroying Harlem again.

The cab barely comes to a stop before she’s jumping out, tossing a fifty back at the driver and telling him to keep the change. She doesn’t have time to wait. She doesn’t have time to do anything. She just needs to get through the crowd. Which is why her SHIELD ID is already out and at the ready.

She pushes her way through the sea of onlookers and agents, paying no attention to either. She can hear the voices following her. Tourists wondering what is going on, who she is. Wondering if something’s happened or maybe they’ve stumbled onto where someone was filming. Lower level agents watching her in awe, some calling up the line to their supervisors, trying to get word to Fury that she’s made it.

And they must have succeeded. For as she appears behind Fury (just in enough time to hear him say something about being asleep for 70 years), he steps aside to reveal her. As if he’s had it planned the whole time. She wants to be angry with him for that. But she can’t.

She can’t be angry about anything right now. Because there he is. Not even ten feet from her. All it would take was a few steps and she could touch him.

“Steve…”

[abrooklynbrat]

@amcricascaptain​ || Continued from [x]

“You’d be surprised what I kept...or, well, Howard kept. He was the one that packed up the old apartment for me.” After the war, Bex had struggled. She had lost not just her brother but her best friend (and the boy she was in love with) as well. It made the idea of coming home, back to the apartment they once shared, unbearable.

And so Howard had agreed to have his people pack her up. And put the stuff in storage while she remained in England with the Falsworths. Two years she stayed there. Growing even closer to Jack’s children and just...trying to put the war behind her. But she couldn’t hide there forever and so eventually she returned home. To a new apartment and all her stuff.

Stuff that was still jammed in a closet somewhere. Getting up off the couch, she wandered about, checking various corners and shelves until.... “Aha! Knew I still had it! What do you say? Want to call upon the spirits?”

[widowblck]

“You know, I just LET you win at that sparring match.” Her words were teasing, accompanied by a hint of a smirk on her lips. It was all fun and games, really. She HAD been going easy on him, though she knew that if anyone would be able to put up a good fight against her, it would be Steve. “Next time, I won’t go so easy on you.” She couldn’t help but laugh before brushing some sweaty hair out of her face. 

@amcricascaptain / ⧗