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[fidusinhomine]

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“Someone you knew? Mind if I ask his name?” She looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place the name.

Lana hesitated a moment, playing nervously with the ends of her blonde hair before she gave a small nod. It wasn’t like ‘Steve’ was a rare name after all. It seemed very unlikely that anyone would be expecting, or believing, that she would have known a man who died back in ‘45.

“Given I’ve been unintentionally staring at you, I suppose giving you a name is the least I can do. He was called Steve. We worked together, though I was more of a consultant” she said quietly, offering a small smile.

[the-bctman]

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Bruce watched Steve Rogers shuffle into his office, and allowed his fists to loosen. “I was expecting Stark when I head an Avenger was coming. Thought he’d try to get me to sign that stupid bill, to give up my identity.”

He turned his back to Rogers, and looked out the window. “Superman wouldn’t want this. We do this because no one else can. By regulating that, the world is doomed.”

[oneeyedmerc]

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“You’re military aren’t you? What branch?”

[mistakeiwontmaketwice]

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[ametalarmandashield]

Babies //closed //

@brooklxnrogers It was a while after Bucky had his heat with Steve. He was happy to be with his alpha, curled up and half asleep. Slowly waking up for the morning when his stomach woke him up, rushing to the bathroom he threw up. This had been happening for a couple of days now and he was slightly getting worried that he was sick or something. "Steve?" He said as he came back from the bathroom, nudging at his alpha gently.

[sinthea-shmidt]

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She’d gotten used to it all. She wasn’t sure when or how but her life, such as it was, had somehow fallen into some kind of routine over the past few months and her captor... or whatever he was, had been far more friendly and willing to give her what freedom he could than she’d ever imagined. She didn’t push her luck often... didn’t test boundaries like she wanted to. The risk seemed too great given the circumstances but she asked him to go with her topside one afternoon. “I can’t pay you back for not being... what I thought you would be, but I can at least buy you lunch.”

[redshxeme]

Silent Treatment

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📲 [ text ] : Hungry? - N.R. [ text ] : I’m thinking Shawarma. - N.R. [ text ] : You realize you can’t stay pissed at me forever, right..? - N.R.

Feeling her brow furrow in mild frustration, the redhead suppressed the urge to sigh as her thumb idly tapped along her keyboard. After a mission gone wrong, Steve had given the agent a serious case of the silent treatment. Not that she didn’t necessarily deserve it.. After all, she did keep some intel about the target, that would have made completing their job a lot more easier, to herself, but he had to understand that she was just doing her job. Even though they walked out of it with a few broken bones and some pretty nasty bruises, no one had died.. Yet..

 That was a pretty neat accomplishment in her book.

[stolenmemory-blog1]

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He stood there for a long moment, staring at Steve's door with a look of sheer panic. He'd hung out with the man here dozens of times, had plenty of nice dinners, sang for him, loads and loads of things together. The man had even come to see him perform, and having Captain America there really drew a crowd. It wasn't as if he was meeting someone he'd never met, this was Steve, they were friends.

But this was a date. An actual, 'you like me, I like you' date. With Steve. He was sweating, a button down haphazardly thrown over his tee-shirt to hide the stains running down his sides. After he'd stalled long enough, he knocked, unaware that his hands were shaking just a bit. Bloody hell, he was nervous.