#cap: asks

[rayofsunshinc]

@asgardianhammer sent: "I wish I could unrecall, how we almost had it all."

Once, the world had been noisy with voices, laughter, arguments that ended in trust. A family built from battle scars and stubborn hope. Now it was gone, and all that was left was the hollow ache in Steve’s chest. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets the way they always were when he didn’t know what else to do with them, shoulders hunched, jaw tight.

Steve’s gaze lifted and locked on Thor’s, blue eyes shining like something fragile. Thor’s voice cracked something open that had never quite healed.

❝It's not something I tried to forget. It's something I held onto.❞ He finally spoke up, but his voice wasn't full of the command like usual or firm like he wanted it to be. It was raw, hesitant. He didn't want to keep digging into the wound, but he couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. ❝I never stopped feeling it. Not then. Not now. Not even after everything fell apart.❞

His chest rose and fell, uneven, as if he was bracing for a blow. ❝Do you still feel it too?❞ He asked quietly, almost pleading.

[rayofsunshinc]

@asgardianhammer sent:  “ why is there only one bed?” 

Inside a dimly lit hotel room, somewhere off the grid after a low-key mission, Steve let his shield hit the table with a loud thunk, followed by his helmet. Exhausted, he rubbed his hand over his face, then noticed the one bed sitting in the middle of the room. His eyes darted from the bed, up to Thor, back at the bed again.

❝Uh, I think someone made a mistake.❞ This seemed like something that Tony might think was funny. Steve rolled his eyes at the thought that he'd done it on purpose. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes lingering on the single bed like it might suddenly multiply.

Well, he and Thor were surely mature enough to handle sharing a bed. It was just that the Asgardian was, well, large. His shoulder width was going to take up more than half the bed. And Steve wasn't small, by any means. The bed wasn't exactly built for a super soldier and a god to share it. Without touching.

His cheeks burned just slightly at the implications there and he was grateful for the low yellow light from the lamp. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he took off his boots. ❝You snore?❞ He said, tony dry, but teasing.

[rayofsunshinc]

@vspomnit sent: ‘ did you throw the first punch? ’ + Steve.... can u hear him groaning already.... i can

Steve had an ice pack on his eye. His head was tilted back, because he was trying to get his nose to stop bleeding and he wasn't sure if it was from the punch or from something else that was wrong with him. He sighed, looking down his face so he could see Bucky.

Things had escalated. He couldn't exactly remember what the guy said that set him off, but he knew it had been bad. Maybe he had thrown the first punch. So what. He didn't have a weak swing, it was just ... most guys were bigger than him. Their swing might not have been better, but it was harder.

Bucky had dragged Steve out of another situation before it could get worse. He sighed, avoiding eye contact again. ❝I might've ... ❞

He didn't want to hear another lecture. He understood that Bucky cared. And that was ... well, that was real nice. Steve couldn't think about the way it made him feel warm inside. He was too annoyed! He was tired of being pushed around and he was tired of being told he shouldn't push back.

[rayofsunshinc]

@vspomnit sent: [ blow a kiss ] sender blows a kiss at receiver from a far distance + Steve uwu

When Bucky called his name, Steve turned, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. The gesture was enough to make him wanna cry. God, he was so damn weak for Bucky. In that moment, he would've done anything for him. Hell, he felt that way in most moments.

The sight filled him from top to bottom with a warmth, his chest fluttering with that familiar feeling that he could only feel for one person. Then Steve smiled. The dopey kind of smile you gave when you were in real deep. He was always like that when it came to Bucky. It didn't matter how much time passed, he'd never stop feeling like this.

A hand raised, giving Bucky the tiniest wave. Then, he pretended to catch the kiss. He brought the "kiss" close to his chest, eyes falling closed for a brief moment and his cheeks dusted with the lightest shade of pink. Oh yeah, he'd be keeping that feeling close for as long as he could.

[rayofsunshinc]

@soldierworn sent: you were shorter then. + @ Steve

Steve's laugh was soft, almost a huff of a breath instead, but it was warm. It made the corners of his eyes crease and softened the things about him that were sharpened by becoming a soldier. He shook his head. ❝Yeah, well.❞

The memory of those Brooklyn days flashed behind his eyes. Him running to keep up with Bucky, or maybe Bucky slowing down just enough that he could pretend Steve wasn’t lagging behind. He could still see the smirk and the hand that always seemed to find his shoulder, steady in a world that never stopped pushing him down.

Steve’s gaze lingered on him now. This Bucky, hair longer, broader, the years written into every line of his face. His smile faltered for just a second, replaced by something quieter. ❝Guess a few things changed.❞ He said, trying to keep it light, but his voice caught on the edges of something heavier. So much time. So much gone.

He grinned, or tried to. ❝But you, Buck? You’re the same pain in the ass you’ve always been.❞ There was affection in it and he gave a soft nudge to Bucky’s arm.

❝Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?❞ His smile stayed, but his voice softened.

[rayofsunshinc]

@asgardianhammer sent: 26.     most used playlist.  (( for steve ))

A  PEEK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE    .    .    .

[rayofsunshinc]

@soldierworn sent: "You know I’m usually pretty cool about things, right? But I have a bad feeling about this." + Steve

Steve’s brow knit the moment Bucky spoke. He turned from where he’d been scanning the horizon, his jaw tightening. If anyone was going to speak up and question Steve's judgement, it was Bucky. And if there was anyone that Steve would actually listen to, it was Bucky. ❝You trust me to have your back, right? 'Cause I’ve got it. No matter what it is.❞ He stepped in closer, eyes sharp now, searching Bucky’s face. His tone dropped a little quieter. ❝What kind of bad? Like we should turn back bad?❞

[rayofsunshinc]

It was not difficult to find anything to gift Steven on this day, not even a short mulling over necessarily to ponder on what was appropriate to offer.

With time and age passing in different ways for them, the only things that held value was trust, respect, and perhaps a small need to reassure those who had move in uncertainty for far too long.

The small box held an intricately crafted key, and the writing on the note was distinct, recognizable handwriting, with jagged yet elegant flourish.

---- Happy day of birth Steven. This is a small token of my appreciation, and a reminder there will always be space, time, and love reserved here for you, with us. Our home is yours, and you can return home now any time you wish.

Thor. ----