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Why the social visit? It wasn't like they were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents anymore. And she sorrily doubted he needed her help or protection now.
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ACCESSING FILE: [ cap-out-of-time ]
Why the social visit? It wasn't like they were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents anymore. And she sorrily doubted he needed her help or protection now.
❝ What are you doing here? ❞
+Cap-out-of-time
"Don't you ever get sick of checking up on me?"
"I told you. I'm fine."
[text] did sam tell you about that? because i didn't
[text] I have spies everywhere, Cap.
[text] EVERYWHERE.
[text] Btw, you might wanna pick a different musical to sing songs from in the shower
[text] CATS just isn't your show, bro
cap-out-of-time reblogged your post:"You act like you don’t care."
"This isn’t going to do you any good."
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, Rogers. We can't all be as resilient as the great 'Captain America'. Some of us just aren't that strong." Some of us are still just human.
"You act like you don’t care."
"What if I don't, Cap?"
capoutoftime replied to your post: “it’s my day off and i don’t have to do anything i have nothing to...”:
isn't that the craziest shit?? my day offs are so weird bc i'm like... i should at least be working on homework. or. something. but no. i can just watch anime for eight hours and then marathon chopped while i order a pizza. and it's not wrong.
it's so fucking weird
i'm like 'man i should be writing up my anthropology notes or something'
but i have no anthropology notes to write up
i'm not sure if this is awesome or not...
cap-out-of-time:
Steve’s smile was oddly sharp. “Better to be the face of the weapons than to be the weapon, maybe.” It wasn’t a feeling he’d had in the war, because he’d been part of his team, once he was actually fighting, But here… Not Fury, he had to give the Director that, but the other people at SHIELD, the ones who poked and prodded (and not all of them doctors) and asked their questions.
He smiled a little at Tony’s description. Not because it was good, necessarily, but because he could picture the man sitting across from him as a kid getting into that kind of trouble. It seemed to suit him. On impulse, he did a quick sketch of a kid Tony, hair sticking straight up with soot on his face. He slid it across to Tony with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Jesus." Tony whistled, letting his chair drop back onto all four legs, "Don't ever let the press get a hold of that, buddy, or Fury'll have you pushing paper for years." Probably not, admittedly, but still - best keep 'Captain America - Closet Cynic?' out of the tabloids.
The sketch honestly wasn't what Tony was expecting when Steve slid the paper across to him - maybe a note about his tail, which had probably found him again, but whatever. What stared up at him, however, was not a 'you're suits are here' memo, but a decent representation of himself, only far younger.
He barked out a laugh, tilting his head to get a different angle on almost-younger-him. "No where near dirty enough, I think my hair was singed at least half my childhood, but that's good, really."