#intohero

[hakune-a]

@intohero:  🤫 : a secretive text / sam!

[ text  /  steve, 11:45am ] ... [ text  /  steve, 11:45am ]  You want me to hide a what?

steve MISSED YOUR CALL. steve MISSED YOUR CALL.

[ text  /  steve, 11:50am ] Steven Grant if you don’t pick up the phone right now

[devilculpa]

@intohero​ asked: " i'll walk you home. "     simping softness prompts.

HE  IS  ABOUT  TO  DECLINE.  BE  POLITE.  the  way  to  his  home,  he  knows  it  well  and  while  this  is  hell’s  kitchen  and  maybe  a  blind  man  shouldn’t  walk  alone  (  he  is  no  easy  prey  though,  he  feels  everything,  the  vibrations  on  the  ground,  the  gentle  scent  of  everyone’s  cologne  ).  all  things  consider,  he  is  maybe  a  bit  taken  with  the  alcohol  he  had  been  taken  that  night  and  in  the  end,  matt  simply  nods;  cane  on  his  hand  and  the  other  hand  reaches  for  an  arm,  ruffled  of  a  jacket  tells  him  it’s  being  offered.  “thanks.  you  don’t  have  to,  you  know?”

[whitesuited-arch]

"Y’KNOW, I WAS KINDA SURPRISED YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP WITH THEM,” she muses as she glances behind her with a grin on the semi - crowded street ------- having a conversation over an earpiece is nothing new; but having him walking a good ten feet behind her while they do is something they haven’t had to resort to in a while. (   she’s insisting on it, even though she wishes he could be up with her walking side by side ------------- he’s supposed to be RETIRED and keeping his nose clean, and even with that ballcap pulled LOW and those aviators on, he’s always a conspicuous figure in a sea of humanity.   ) 

       “seeing zemo instead of you was a bit of a disappointment.” an understatement --------- she’d wanted to punch him right between the eyes the moment he opened his mouth. but steve being here NOW could mean only one thing. “so much for retired life, huh?”  /   @intohero​​.

[fatedfuturist]

@intohero​​  /  “this is about you.” accepting  /  set it off.

staving off the headache that’s already begun to hit him like a bag of bricks or a train headfirst  ( pun intended )  just seems about impossible now that steve’s gotten on his ass about making choices that are less than ideal in the situation.  he rubs at his eyes, exhausted, the bags darker than they usually are.  insomnia is one thing, coupled with his paranoia and general workaholic work ethic, he’s become the master of avoiding sleep and doing everything else outside of laying his head down.  true, he hasn’t actually closed his eyes properly for the last four days, and really, he could edge his way to an entire week, but between assigned cases, some general tech work, and having to somewhat maintain his relationships with the people that exist outside of his head, he’s coming to a screeching halt.  and crash.  he’s going to crash.

“ see, it doesn’t have to be about me, ”  he retorts all too easily, too familiar with the act of deflection and ignorance of oneself.  he rolls his shoulders out, stiff and tired and he probably needs a thorough massage of some kind to work out the knots in his muscles.  “ it’s not like cap’n fury has been shooting eye daggers at me. ”  easy, that, to offload the pressure of going home to get some sleep.  at worse, he’ll drop by a bar, get a drink off the clock.  a hand comes to scratch at the back of his neck, and then he shoots a finger gun at steve’s chest.  “ but he’s been on your ass, huh?  haven’t solved that case, have you?  need some help? ”

[devilculpa]

@intohero​ asked:“  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ”            morning after starters

“I’M  NOT  TAKING  THIS  PERSONALLY,  CAPTAIN.  I  UNDERSTAND.“  he  speaks,  zipper  a  bit  too  loud  for  his  taste  in  the  morning  as  he  zips  his  jacket  over  bare  chest  and  joins  in  the  quiet  steps.  “at  least  you  didn’t  sneak  out.  which  is  what  a  lot  of  people  would  do.  you  know,  the  walk  of  shame.“  a  short  pause,  as  a  hand  brushes,  rather  awkwardly,  amused  perhaps  too,  the  back  of  his  neck.  “though  there  is  nothing  to  be  shameful  here.  I  had  a  great  time.“  he  nods,  the  mask  of  his  glasses  is  forgotten  on  his  nightstand  so  brown  gaze  is  still  but  directed  at  the  soldier  as  he  shift  his  head  to  where  that  steady  heartbeat  is.  “I  might  want  a  repeat.  If  you  want.“

[devilculpa]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

to be fair, i faked not knowing how to play pool so you could, you know, teach me. with @intohero​

bonus

[hakune-a]

@intohero: [distracting kiss] them!!!

it’s not so uncommon for him to get a greeting kiss from steve as soon as he gets home, which is why he’s not so suspicious at first. in fact, it’s distracting enough that for a few seconds he forgets about the absence of the two other members of their household that should be fighting steve for his attention right about now. bucky means to pull away, to find them both and give them their own ‘i’m home’ kiss; but he doesn’t get far before his boyfriend is cupping his face in his hands, pressing their lips together again and—oh. okay. maybe they shouldn’t be doing this where charlie can pop her head in at any time, though. where is she anyway? one blue eye peeks open to scan the area just in time for him to see her from his peripheral—disappearing from the bathroom to the bedroom in a flash of blonde hair and pink fabric.

holding something suspiciously yellow in her arms. hm.

“steeeeeeeve.” bucky says into steve’s mouth.

[hakune-a]

@intohero: ❛  please …  don’t  go .   i  don’t  want  you  to  go .  ❜ buck :spin:

it’s one of those nights—when the past catches up to them and leaves them scrambling to catch their breath. he jolts awake as soon as he feels his lover stirring beside him; is quick to bring him out of the dream through comforting touches and words. both of them have had their fair share of bad nights [ unsurprising, considering how much of their lives have been composed by tragedy ] and know how vulnerable it can leave them. but he hadn’t expected those words to come out of the other’s mouth. even steve looks surprised that he’d blurted them out. “hey,” there’s an undeniable knot of guilt forming in his stomach, but he forces himself to push it down; the blankets fall and pool at his waist as hands come up to cup steve’s face with a gentleness reserved only for moments like these. thumbs stroking over his cheeks gently, “i’m here, steve. i love you. i’m not going anywhere, you hear me? not unless you want me to.”