#ft. steve rogers

[adamntiiums]

“steve!” clint exclaims as his eyes lock on the older man, quickly jogging over to him, bow in hand. “dude, what the hell happened? i like just got off house arrest and was getting some coffee when people just started disappearing.” there’s a small frown on his face, eyes filled with confusion. “if the world was ending or something, you could’ve called me. even if i was on house arrest still - like i wouldn’t find a way to get that stupid cuff off me.”

@wishfvlsinking

[webbedshcts]

"i know we're only suppose to carry the essentials, but i can't leave this behind." peter said as he turned to steve, a shit eating grin on his face while he held up a furby. “you think tony’ll appreciate finding this guy in random places? i plan on skinning him first and soft hacking him. isn’t it his birthday? i should probably be nice to him today. next year, i guess.”

@itscapsteven

[webbedshcts]

clint had gotten up earlier than everyone else. why the fuck did he do this to himself? the man absolutely loved sleep. they’re not supposed to be using much, or any, power, but clint can’t help himself. he needs coffee. the couple of minutes waiting for the stuff to brew is practically agonizing for him, and when it’s finally done, he begins drinking straight from the pot. he’s done it before - hell, he’s pretty sure the entire team is well aware of it, yet he still feels like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck as a figure enters the kitchen, observing him clad in an old t-shirt and pajama pants, drinking coffee from the pot. “i can put on another pot.” he says, slowly lowering the pot.

@svnxcursed @itscapsteven @mercyprevails

[webbedshcts]

in the newfound home he shared with the rest of his friends, clint sat on the couch, his arms propped up on his legs while his hands covered his mouth. he’d already cried out all his tears with nat, but his eyes were still red and puffy. his body stiffens when he feels eyes on his back, and he turns to face them. he relaxes upon seeing steve, and forces out a smile, but it’s obvious that it’s forced and that he isn’t happy at all. “how long’ve you all been stuck here, cap?” he asked, biting down on his lip. “who else disappeared that day?”

@itscapsteven

[webbedshcts]

“captain spangles!” wade exclaimed as he approached the other. “heard about your fight with tharnees. ouch. how many exactly.. bit the dust?” the urge for him to break out into song was so strong. “you know what i don’t get, though? of all the people to turn to ashes, why not take everyone’s favorite asshole? and for once, it’s not me - i’m talking about your boy, tiny.”

@itscapsteven

[thestrangeoncs]

@rvkybusincv​​​ asked:  “How am I ever gonna explain this?“ ( steve & dottie )

dottie stuck out her bottom lip in faux sympathy,   ‘ oh,  don’t be so down. ’  she said,  still unable to find any sympathy for  the six foot,  walking american flag pole,   ‘ i’m sure a man as strong  &  handsome  as you will be able to figure it out. ’   she leaned forward,  like a predator examining it’s prey,   ‘ ... but if you need a supportive ear,  you can talk to me.    i don’t bite.  ’

star wars  sentence starters  /  not accepting.

[spidyswebs-m]

sitting on the kitchen counter with a bowl of the meraviglian equivalent of cereal resting on her bump, karen was trying -- and failing -- not to fall asleep right then and there. she was almost always tired, and seeing as all of the kids were down for a nap now with a lullaby playing in the background, it was difficult for her to keep her eyes open. hearing footsteps enter the kitchen, she jolted awake, a small squeak escaping her lips as she fumbled to catch the bowl. “shoot,” she mumbled, eyeing the bits of liquid and cereal that had spilled onto the counter and floor. her gaze moved to steve as she gives him a small smile. “hey,” she chuckled. “uhh -- are you hungry? ‘cause i can move. i think i’m blocking... something.” she shrugged. “might need help getting down, though. i don’t really remember how i got up in the first place, plus...” she gestured to the mess on the floor. “gotta avoid that and then clean it up.”

@manovtoftime

[gotovatvechat-a]

bucky knew lingering around the compound for too long was a bad idea, but he felt as if he were in a fog. his head was pounding and his ears were ringing. by now, a while after the blast, he would’ve thought that would go away. it hadn’t. had something hit his head? he couldn’t be sure of that anymore. so now, he sat in the rubble, trying to gather his bearings. he’d tried to walk somewhere to find someone on their side a few moments earlier, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness that brought on the nausea.

he’d give anything to not feel this way. his arm, well, his arm was fucked. clearly broken and causing him a lot of pain. since emerging from the rubble he’d managed to make a sling for it out of his shirt, but he was still highly on edge. his left hand clutched his pistol for dear life. he wasn’t entirely mobile yet, and until then, he’d fight if he had to.

even though fighting in itself was something he desperately wanted to get away from. he was beginning to think he was cursed, that he’d always end up having to fight again. would they ever be able to catch a break? doubtful -- it seemed doubtful. he almost jumps when he hears a noise in the distance, immediately turning to face the direction the sound had come from, his gun raised. “who’s there?” he called out. “what do you want? i’m not afraid to shoot,” though, as the figure drew closer, bucky quickly realized who it was, relief washing through him as he lowered the weapon slightly. “steve?”

@avenginglost