#captiosusavis

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"So I found this gun in my apartment."

[euphoniious]

captiosusavis

{ The women that wondered the sandy beach seemed a bit old for             Neverland. her red locks serving as a veil to hide her effeminate form,             But the male could tell. Dauntless strides made their way behind the other still keeping his distance, but the fear of a physical assault didnt            Affect him. Thin lips curled up, a slight tilt of his head given in recognition of the other. his lips pursed to form sultry words }

      ❝__Are You lost                          You look lost to me  ❞

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[Flicks popcorn at Natasha.]

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captiosusavis liked your photoset:colonelrogers: Majestic creature in

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 Despite her eyelids fluttered shut, the red head still remained half                conscious. The light breeze tickling against her bare legs through     the open window could be felt, along with distant sound of traffic from      below. She remained atop of the covers, curled up on one side with a      slender hand against her cheek.  

For once she was content, relaxed.

   That feeling was soon snatched from her when the mattress began to     creek; the distribution of weight changing, causing her to realize she      was not the only one occupying her bed. Fear rippled through her, and      in a swift movement, nimble fingers reached under her pillow to clasp      around the Glock that was tucked away. She turned rapidly, ready to      confront the intruder, but then she acknowledged who it was.

❝ Care to explain, Rogers?❞

    She was sat up, a hand running through auburn locks before she 

    placed both behind her to lean back against. An expectant look crossed      fine features, baffled as to why he decided to bother her at this hour. 

Perhaps it wasn't one of Steve's smartest ideas, and had it been 70 years ago he'd have picked the floor despite the aches in his body. Despite the cold in the floor. He's fought in enough battles and gone on enough missions where he would be lucky to have a little time to sleep, no matter where--

But not today. The bed was big enough for both of them to sleep in and still have enough space between them to not touch.

Steve was just tired. The aches would be gone tomorrow, his mind supplied, it wouldn't matter if he slept on the ground.

He hadn't counted on her to be awake or fast enough to pull out a gun and point it at him. He held up both hands to show he meant no harm. "Trying to find some sleep, I reckon."

[ghostofwinterpast]

♥, ✤

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

I love how he doesn't sugarcoat things. He isn't going to beat around the bush and try to make the truth less painful. He's straightforward and to the point. Sometimes it comes off as an asshole kind of thing, but really it's just him being honest.

✤: Favorite kind of food.

THIS CHANGES LIKE EVERYDAY OKAY. So with that said, Chinese take-out; more so general tso's chicken/shrimp, cheese wantons and coconut shrimp.

[onyourleft-falcon]

✉

(x)

[text: Nat] There's a stranger in my bed.

[warcompass-archive]

✉

send me ✉ and i’ll randomly generate a text message you’ll get from my muse.

       [ text ; ] I want to see a panda.