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[cryofcrged]

@captainrcgrs​  --   💬 for a random dialogue starter !

❛        move  away  from  the  door  and  let  me  AT  HIM          ❜

[seesgood]

107th Infantry Regiment Army National Guard New York, New York

Dear Soldier,

This sounds stupid. I know that’s a terrible way to write a letter but, I’m terrible at writing letters, so there. I saw this thing tacked up at the hospital when I was there visiting my friend. ---- She’s a doctor, so, don’t worry about giving any of the cliche well wishes. But they have this bulletin board there, and usually it’s just local events, charity things, and then this one thing from the VA asking for letters. For the soldiers that don’t really have any family to send them things for the holidays. And, well, I also have no one to spend the holidays with so I figured, why not? Right? You’re out there, risking your life, serving our country, it’s the least I could do. But Apparently I’m not supposed to talk about your experience over there. I guess these are supposed to be some kind of distraction from the “hells of war”, or whatever it is they call it. 

So I guess I’m supposed to talk to you about life back home, as if that’ll somehow make it easier. I highly doubt it will. And, well, I don’t want to make you homesick during the holidays because believe me, I know how shitty that is. So I guess I should just introduce myself? That’s what people do, right? I don’t know. It’s weird to talk TO you when I don’t even know who YOU are. As far as I know, these get randomly distributed. You might not even be deployed. You could some bored intern working at the VA getting a kick out of some lonely orphan’s letter ---- sorry. Sorry, I know you’re actually probably deployed. And it sucks. And I’m supposed to be here to distract you. So, here I am.

My name is Caroline Forbes. I live in New York. I’m an aspiring journalist. I’m 24. I live alone. And that’s about it. My life. In one line. I promise I’m not this pathetic, really I’m actually a lot of fun, everyone says so. You’d probably even like me, if you met me. I’m sure there’s more to tell, I just don’t want to bore you. But we’ll make a deal, okay? If you’re out there, reading this letter and you for whatever reason feel the need to reply, ask me anything. I’ll answer. It’s the least I can do. And stay safe out there. I know you’re getting this because you might feel lonely, or like there’s no one here waiting back for you, but there is. A whole country full. Or several countries, I’m guessing. 

Oh, and I sent a couple of pairs of socks (Google says that’s what guys miss most), some books my friend says are good, sunblock, wipes (I’m not asking, please don’t give me details), snacks, and a deck of cards. Hope you like them. If not, feel free to hand them around. 

                                                                                          Caroline Forbes.                                                                                        (Concerned Citizen.)

[omenbroughta]

FIONA GALLAGHER + STEVE ROGERS // @captainrcgrs​

she  shoulda  fuckin’  known  better.   leavin’  may  run  in  her  blood,   a  byproduct  of  bein’  frank  and  monica’s  kid,   but  trust  the  universe  to  royally  screw  her  for  actually  doin’  it.   leaves  chicago  to  ‘ better  herself, ’   to  try  and  make  somethin’  of  her  life,    and  she  ends  up  sleepin’  on  a  frumpy  mattress  in  a  cramped  apartment  &  workin’  at  another  fuckin’  diner.    not  even  a  manager  this  time     ---  just  a  goddamn  waitress  making  minimum  fuckin’  wage.   you’re  really  provin’  ‘em  all  wrong,  aren’t  ya,  fi?

dragging  the  back  of  her  hand  across  her  glistening  forehead,   fiona  glances  towards  the  door.   the  lunch  rush  may  have  passed,   but  a  few  stragglers  always  manage  to  come  draggin’  in    ---  behind  ‘em,  one  of  her  regulars.    fiona  doesn’t  mind  his  appearance  quite  so  much;    he  tips  well,  and  so  far  hasn’t  tried  to  get  into  her  pants.  

 ❛      be  with  ya  in  a  sec,  steve!          ❜     ( his fuckin’ name just had to be steve, huh? )    flashin  him  a  crooked  smile,  fiona  gestures  towards  his  normal  booth  with  a  dip  of  her  head.       takes  her  a  few  minutes  to  deliver  an  order  or  two,   but  she  soon  appears  at  his  booth,    pen  +  pad  nowhere  in  sight.     ❛      your  usual?    or  you  finally  feel  like  tryin’  somethin’  different?    I’m  tellin’  ya,   the  astro  burger  is  the  best  thing  on  the  menu.         ❜  

[fearfeeling]

“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” . frm boxer steve in that kinda thing we had :)

misc starters.   |   @captainrcgrs​​

the cold of his right palm is pressed against his forehead and his eyes are tightly shut. his elbow’s digging into the table and he counts the seconds that go by. it all moves slowly, and eyes squeeze a little bit tighter and his fingers begin to burrow into the mess of his hair, dull nails scratching against scalp almost uncomfortably.  “ yeah, that’s— that’s exactly what i’m doin’ here. don’t know what gave ya the idea that i’d be talkin’ about anythin’ of substance to you. ”

[kindlystopped-a]

PEGGY  &  STEVE  /   @captainrcgrs​

SHE  SHOULD  SPEAK  ;    say  something  ,  at  least. . .          but  her  wide  brown  eyes  can  do  nothing  but  stare  blankly  ahead  at  the  soldier  before  her.        red  lips  are  parted  as  if  she  were  breathing  ,  but  the  paleness  that’s  overcome  her  certainly  speaks  otherwise.         he  had  to  be  a  ghost  ,  right  ?        there  was  no  way  he  was  there.         he  went  down  with  the  plane.         she  poured  out  his  blood.       they’d  given  up  the  search.         he  was  gone  -------    right  ?      red-heeled  feet  carry  her  a  bit  closer  before  she’s  even  taken  a  breath.           fingers  deftly  reach  out  ,  touching  his  lapel  as  she  blinks  a  few  rapid  times.          ❛    -----------   steve  . . .   ?    ❜         a  sharp  breath  is  drawn  in  as  her  eyes  instantly  burn  of  salty  tears  the  moment  she  feels  the  solidity of  his  form.         

[forgedvoid]

          @captainrcgrs​  ||  wishlist  pick .

     IT’S  A  RATHER  DIFFICULT  SITUATION ,  embarrassing  would  be  a  good  way  to  describe  it  too .  most  of  the  times  she  will  pride  herself  in  her  independence ,  her  free-spirit  way  of  living  always  with  her  eyes  in  the  goods  ( gymnastics  turned  out  to  become  more  useful  than  a  simple  after-school  practice  as  a  young  teenager )  --  but  despite  her  street  alias  -  she  was  HUMAN ,  and  humans  make  mistakes  --  miserable  ones  sometimes .  “  hi  doll-face ,  i  can’t  explain  but  i  don’t  feel  so  g--  ood ,  nowhere  to  go  either  ”  she  feels  her  body  losing  strength ,  nearly  blacking-out .  she  presses  her  hand  against  his  door-frame  then  as  she  fights  to  keep  her  eyes  open .  “  i  think  i’m  --  ”

     BLANK .  next  thing  she  knows  she’s  slowly  opening  her  eyes  which  take  a  while  to  adjust ,  her  head  ten  times  heavier  than  usual  --  she’s  used  to  alcohol ,  this  was  not  it ,  but  her  mind  gets  distracted  by  the  comfortable  blanket  over  her  body .

[fatedfuturist]

he stares at the mess before him. the customer has already left, and he knows he’s in for a long day at the garage. tony taps his fingers against the banged up metal of the car, before tilting his head back and groaning. jesus fucking christ almighty, lord give me strength. he loves his job, he does, but sometimes, people think he’s going to do some miracle work within five hours. his head drops back down and he looks over at steve.  “ do you think he crashed his car on purpose? ”  he asks, as if that’s a feasible excuse as to why this car looks like... a garbage dump. surely no one would crash their car on purpose to spend more money on getting it fixed, and yet.   /    @captainrcgrs  /  💬  ( still accepting ). 

[madeliar-a]

     @captainrcgrs.

          While most people would feel somewhat weird in the presences of someone so glorified, Hanna isn't shy in the slightest.    ❝    You've got to tell me who designed your pants. The ones you fight in I mean. --- I wish a pair of pants did my ass that much justice.   ❞   To her, there's nothing wrong with that sentence. It's only until a voice in her head ( that sounds a lot like Spencer's ) points out that it's a little inappropriate.   ❝    Sorry, mouth has no filter. Uh, nice to meet you, sir. Er, Captain...   ❞