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JOHN CLAYTON III & SARAH ROGERS

written by summer & adi

#gctbackup #dyn. john & sarah ﹥ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪɴᴇ ( gctbackup )#promo ﹥ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs; ɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ( self )#promo ﹥ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ( train )#me: *was gonna put sarah accurately against him with her height*#*but she was too short and you couldn't see her so i bumped her up higher oops*

Keen ears and a mother’s intuition could pick out trouble from miles away, and apparently trouble wore the face of Mr. Castle.

S hi t

#yea we ded #gctbackup #ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵃⁿᵈʷⁱᶜʰ;; ( ASK )

“Careful now,” he said, knowing his words wouldn’t be taken well. There was always something about bringing up the past that caused people to go towards pain. She was no different, but this was a personal matter.

Rogers and Stark never had gotten along. Perhaps his Father liked him, but Tony? He despised the man with every fiber of his being. He came out of a test tube and was lost for years due to the fact of his last little escapade.

As a boy, Stark learned everything he could about the man, but always hated him. What he stood for and what he’d done. He hated he was always compared to him - it was worse than his own Father.

Tony Stark aways stood in the shadow of someone else. Was always compared to someone else. It didn’t matter who it was; he always was under intense scrutiny about his actions and he was sick of it.

He opted towards admitting the truth - admitting his real feelings. Forcing himself to admit which was on records and files. A simple twist of fate was all he needed to strike an emotional blow. To enact a response to see just how he could twist the knife.

Old habits died hard he presumed. One never could quite break them - no matter how hard he tried.

Tony Stark was more than the suit, more than a dealer of death, and far more than simply a man with a reactor in him. He was his own person – yet the name was everything. The name was who he was and who he could ever be. Iron Man just seemed to be his side gig; something he chose to do to help - he couldn’t do it as Stark. Couldn’t… everything was tied up in his name.

“I’ve seen the photos, i’ve seen the before, and after one’s as well. My Father went on about him often. Such a small boy, wouldn’t even do much to hurt a fly, but he had something about him,” he said, letting a smirk spread across his lips. “He had a fighting spirit that seemed to be odd - even in that day and age. Every of age and abled body man needed to be called to the front lines.”

A thumb rested on his chin for a moment. “The test tube he came out of, if it could have been replicated could have done so much good for the world, but as it stands, there was something about it that could ensure it never happened. For good or ill, your son just happened to be the aftermath of an experiment gone wrong.”

Not that he could talk, he’d seen what happened when the serum was attempted to be created. Knew the results of anyone who tried; monsters the lot of them, but it served to prove that somethings were better left alone - something he couldn’t quite grasp upon.

“Everything he is, everything he will ever be, came out of a little bitty test tube. Nothing more and nothing less. Whatever he may have been before? He’s no longer. The moment you accept that… is the moment you know his true value.”

“The moment you realize that,” he said sharply, still avoiding the question, “Is the moment you understand that there is no such thing as right or wrong or even morality. Just our choices.” He could have said sometimes people made the bad ones, but he wasn’t going to get into that debate with her.

// @gctbackup xxx

#gctbackup #( Muse // Tony Stark )#( long post. )

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

text message starters || accepting

{ Text || ??? } However confused I am to receive this, that was quite lovely.

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#asks;#gctbackup

“Alright,” she had her work cut out for her here. That didn’t dissuade her any. “You take a break and I’ll get you something here right quick. Now I’ll know if you moved from that spot young lady. Take a breath and put your feet up, and ya can’t tell the lads I said those words ever. Are you a fan of tea as well?”

already, interactions with steve’s mother were a lot better than any interaction she’d had with her own. maybe she felt her emotions bubbling up inside, but concentrating on spinning her wedding ring around on her finger helped to keep them under control while nodding gently. a parent genuinely caring and not being manipulative? what a time to be alive.

“...yes, ma’am. thank you.”

#└ — we’re the underdogs in this world alone ( marvel/dc. )#SOBS INTO MY COFFEE MAMA ROGERS IS SUCH A GOOD™#gctbackup #⁎ || a story will be told ( answered. )

“James Buchanan Barnes, get out of my house this instant,” her voice was raised, cheeks pink and gaze piercing as she stared at him with a protective fury. Steve was behind her, trying to get her to calm down but the boy was as in equally hot water. “Under my roof, my very roof! What do you think would happen if the neighbors heard, or saw...” she was trying to lower her voice, but the searing tone was the same. “If I ever see you put your mouth on my boy again..”

i asked for angst and adi fuckin delivered

he hadn’t meant to do it. keeping his impulsive actions under control wasn’t his strong suit, especially when he’s worked up like this. he’s been shouting at steve after pulling him out of yet another fight. stressed about his best friends health, the fact that he hadn’t slept more then three hours the last two night, it had been the last straw. bucky had lunged forward, grabbing steve a little too hard by the jaw and hauling him in for a kiss that had been mostly teeth. they hadn’t locked the door, curtains were wide open, there had been no warning when sarah had walked in and caught them. she’d yanked steve away from him with lightening speed, leaving bucky standing in the middle of the living room dumbfounded and thoroughly embarrassed

james recoils like he’d been burned. blue eyes wide and scared, heart beating rapidly, his gaze darts between steve and sarah before dropping, cheeks red with shame, tears already brimming in his expressive eyes. the brunet bites down on the inside of his cheek hard, anything to keep from crying in front of them

he deserves this, hell he’s lucky he’s getting off easy, sarah could easily haul him down, report him as a queer. the worst part, she’d burst in before steve could even respond to the kiss. there was no way of knowing if his feeling were even reciprocated. a wave of nausea hits him, mind spinning, his clever tongue failing him the one time he actually needed it.

he prayed to the old and new gods to let the ground swallow him up.

with shaky hands, bucky grabs his coat off the hook, turning to look at steve, the apartment, sniffing once when the realization that this would probably be the last time he was ever allowed here, allowed to see steve. pink lips part, trying once more to find the words that would fix all of this but none come.

his fathers voice rings in the back of his mind, “ a fuckin’ queer, no son of mine ain’t gonna be a fairy, get out of my house. you’re worthless. “

his fingers curl around the doorknob, still shaky, chest heaving, anxiety rising. with a final look over his shoulders, his voice finally comes to him. “ ‘m sorry. shit, ‘m sorry, please jus’ don’t tell my boss, i need that job, i’ll never come ‘round stevie again, just please don’t rat me out. ‘ m begging you. “

#gctbackup #internalized homophobia tw #homophobia tw #hahahahahahaha i wanna die

“Talk to me”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟕 && 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃. the sun has started to crest in the sky, sinking closer to the horizon’s warm embrace. it is the best time of day, particularly for a child - when school has finally let out and they have just a few precious, short hours to run about FREE before the sun dips completely. most instantly run to the playground, to claim the swings for themselves or race to climb up the monkey cage, legs hooked over the bars so they can hang upside and feel the rush of blood to the brain. – but not bucky barnes. sarah rogers would open her front door to find james barnes standing on her welcome mat, tears streaming down his young face, legs shaking and chest heaving, as if he had just ran all the way here from ms. lillians fifth grade class ( he had ) . in his trembling hands, he is holding a thermos of noodle soup.

he has only know steve rogers for a little longer than a year, but to a child it feels like they have been best friends FOREVER. he knows stevie gets sick sometimes. it is why bucky has to make sure his blonde head is always covered with a hat. it also means that steve cannot always run as far and as fast as all the other kids, but that’s okay ! ‘ cause steve is skinny enough that buck can hoist him up onto his back so they can both catch up. he knows steve sometimes gets colds so bad that it keeps him stuck in bed ;; colds so bad that it means steve cannot come out to play after school. sometimes so bad, that buck ain’t even allowed to visit.

it is one of those bad weeks and bucky hasn’t been able to play with his friend for what feels like years ! ( it’s been three days. ) he knows steve is busy getting himself strong enough to play again, but if he could only do it a little faster ! james wants to show him this new baseball card he got. && he found enough pennies underneath the bleachers that they could go get a handful of candies and split em. – but jimmy crooke and georgie glenner started a rumor today, tellin ’ everyone that steve rogers died this morning. bucky, you didn’t hear ? you missed his funeral. it was during lunch ! rogers is in the ground. he is WORM - FOOD ! didn’t your ma tell ya !? mine sure did, did yours georgie ? see ! he didn’t believe ‘ em ! jimmy is a LIAR. … but they kept laughing and talking about it. said that steve’s eyes would fall outta his head … and that worms would crawl through his ears and eat his brain …

but mrs. rogers is home and she isn’t crying. surely, if steve were … she would be crying. he tries wiping at his face, his nose. he rubs the tears out of his eyes, sniffling miserably while making these hiccuping sounds he cannot seem to swallow down. he was strong all day, not letting their teasing get to him, but the second he started running to steve’s house, he started to cry. he fails to hold back a choked sob, swallowing thickly.

❛ jimmy and georgie were sayin ‘ … and i didn’t believe em ! i didn’t … but they kept sayin ‘ … ❜ he sniffs and holds the thermos closer to his chest. ❛ mrs. rogers, steve is okay, right ? can he – he ain’t worm food, right ? he’s okay ? i brought him soup. it’ll make him better, trust me. he ain’t – he ain’t — ❜ && if his lower lip trembles with sniveling fear, hopefully they can keep that between them. not tell the other boys.

he just – he cannot lose his best friend.

THREE WORD STARTERS ( meme )𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !ID : @gctbackup

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