#ft. steve rogers.

[lionheartd-a]

lionheart & decent men to look up to . — avengers 1998 ( #77 )

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🗡❝ are you sure you wouldn’t rather just punch your way out? ❞ !  ⦁  prompt from @ofcaptaiin

bucky had to roll his eyes in response to his friend’s comment. ever since they were young, he’d always imagined he’d, one day, grow old with his best friend by his side. that idea, of course, had been abandoned long ago. never had he imagined he’d be playing scrabble while looking like he was in his 30′s with his best friend, who looked way closer to 90. but for a year, he’d visited steve often -- he was his best friend, after all, even if he was very old. to have steve be back to the age he was before, at least physically, was refreshing. “you wanna go punch a dinosaur? be my guest. except don’t actually -- i just got you back, pal. you aren’t supposed to be doing anything stupid.”

[lionheartd-a]

lionheart & protecting others at all costs . — avengers 1998 ( #78 )

[niffleheim]

@gardenscfbabylon​​

“texas ranger, right?” jim nodded and motioned at steve’s costume with a smile. “i like it. especially the hat. i always thought the texas rangers had pretty cool uniforms, all things considered. i considered going as a cowboy, but i could only find sexy cowboy costumes and the cow-hide-shirt style costumes.” iowa wasn’t exactly famed for its wild wild west culture as much as it was for its corn and pigs, but cowboy culture was very much alive out there, even now. anyway, it wouldn’t have been nearly obnoxious enough to show up alongside bones’ narwhal. “personally, i’m not sure whether to tell people i’m the alien or the abductee.”

[slavikshadows]

@steven-rvgers

“steve?” seeing him here, after everything, should have put nat on edge – made her suspect a trap. it would have been so like the red room to test her like that. to trap her and re-wire her using the people she cared most about in a dangerous environment. if this were the red room, he’d try to kill her – or worse, he’d turn his back on her, betray her when she least expected it, just to remind her why she didn’t, or shouldn’t, have friends.

but natasha romanoff had lost too much already. she’d seen too much suffering, too much death – split seconds and half of everything and everyone was just… gone. she needed the few people she had left. she needed steve.

still, even nat can’t shake off her conditioning – she was a SPY, after all, the best the world has ever seen ( except, maybe, yelena ). she took a careful step towards her teammate, the first person she trusted after clint and fury took a chance on rehabilitating her. steve, like them, saw something in her that she didn’t even see in herself – someone worth trusting, someone worth saving.

she’d already considered the chance that they were dead, and this was wherever the stones sent you – but it didn’t add up. she hadn’t seen bucky, hadn’t seen wanda… and then there was the cell phone. the message from no one. she couldn't shake the feeling of THE RED ROOM from all of this, and it made her stomach twist.

natasha ignored the sirens in her head and closed the space between them so she could wrap her arms around him, not sure if it was more of a comfort to herself or him. “thank god you’re here. this place…” she trailed off and pulled away, shaking her head. “it has to be related to thanos, right? the timing is too perfect. i was in wakanda, i was…” she stopped, unable to say where james died, unable to accept the fact that he was dead at all. “all i did was close my eyes and when i opened them i was here. they’re calling it amiens. there’s no city in the world called amiens. thor didn’t mention any planets, either.”

she was talking to fill the silence, to try to reason everything out – but when she finished her last sentence, grief began to overwhelm her. natasha caught steve’s eyes, her own gaze soft. careful. understanding. “are you okay?"