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@nomadshield - random starter from Anna!
“Oh, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Anna throws herself into one of the vacant bar stools, looking at Steve with a weariness common among overworked sailors. Tough captain as she may be, even she tires every once in a while.
“Please, anything with rum. A lot of rum. Like, momentarily look away and keep pouring it. I won’t tell anyone.”
@nomadshield asked for a starter from amos / expanse.
It wasn’t something he advertised. It wasn’t something he talked about, not with the crew of the Roci, not even Naomi. Some things were just his. Just for him. And to be honest, with everybody in the universe looking to take one or all of the crew out for one reason or another, it was safer that way. It was easier this way.
He didn’t let himself think about that part. He thumbed in the access code, ignoring that tiny wriggle of anxiety, that hint of nervousness that always lingered that maybe, this time, it wouldn’t work. Changed the locks. Moved on. Moved out. Premises vacated. The smile was faint, a flicker, when the door to Steve’s apartment slid open, a low chime announcing his arrival. “Anybody home?”
He wasn’t the type to call ahead. Either Steve was home, or he was out -- if it was the last one, Amos wasn’t inclined to intrude or interrupt whatever business, personal or professional, that Rogers was dealing with. The smile returned, creeping faintly at the corners of his mouth as Steve came into view, and Amos shrugged off the duffel slung over a shoulder, dropping it with a solid thump to the floor of the Tychos station suite. “Still in one piece, then, huh.”
Hey. H E Y. I LOVE YOU
luca… is one of the kindest, most talented, most creative, most amazing people, and i can’t wrap my mind around how close of a friend they’ve become to me. i feel bad because 50% of my conversations include talking about luca and how important they are to me. so uh yeah. casually gonna hold onto this forever because the second i ever feel bad or get upset or get insecure, luca is just always there ready to help pick me up and i adore you and so should everyone else honestly
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Annie and I go way back. Like WAY back. Like to the days of gif replies. I remember seeing Annie on Tumblr in like… 2013ish? and going ‘wow that Tony’s really good!’. GUESS WHAT, IT’S STILL TRUE. Her Tony is STILL really good. And SHE is really good. Honestly, Annie has been one of the most steadfast friends I’ve ever had here. We’re in different timezones and I’ll wake up to a message from Annie that’ll usually make me laugh (or cry depending on what comic pages we’re probably sharing). I’ll get WIPs of stuff she’s working on, tips to improve my art, funny things sims have done… Annie’s one of those friends who didn’t forget I existed just because I wasn’t on Tumblr for a bit. Annie genuinely cares about people rather than blogs. And she DOES care. She cares enough to call you on your bullshit, to make sure you’re okay even if she disagrees with a choice you’ve made, and to listen to you. We bounce Tony stuff off each other all the time and 98% of the time we’re like ‘I HAVE THAT HEADCANON TOO!’. We just. We love Tony. I love Annie. (And Annie has to love me at least a little because she let me commission Tony Stark as a Sailor Scout from her, so.)
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Jack has to admit that the 1940′s are a pretty NICE decade. Well, if you ignore the fact that he’s already died in the war twice... yeah, THEN it’s a pretty nice decade. The war sucks, that can’t be denied but it’s got some of the best music the years have had to offer so far. And the dancing? G o d, the dancing...
He’s sipping away at his drink at the bar, watching soldiers and their ladies dance the night away on the floor behind him. There’s a HINT of a smile on his face as he watches them. Young love. A sight to behold. Jack finishes his scotch and pushes his glass towards the bartender.
“Another.” He requests with a smile, sliding over a couple dollars to pay for it. Turning his head down the bar Jack’s met with a sight that isn’t quite so happy. A blonde soldier, clad in uniform. If Jack’s not mistaken they’re the REMNANTS of tears in his eyes. It’s a shame. A man as HANDSOME as that one sitting forlorn and alone at the edge of the bar. “Make it two.” Jack says, pushing extra cash across the counter.
The soldier rises from his seat, stretching his back out briefly before sauntering over to the other. He slides into the seat beside the blonde. “Rough day?” Jack asks clearly, resting his arms against the bar top and turning his head to see the other. “Rough days need strong drinks.” He states as the bartender passes over the two that Jack paid for a minute ago.
“On ME.” Jack smiles gently. “You look like you need it.”
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“Lo siento, pero no hablo inglés. Solo hablo español.”
CONTINUED FROM XXX
even though Nate has been trying his damn hardest to get adjusted to this current time, it’s been tough. things are much different, and even the safety of it feels strange and alien to him. he’s so used to worrying about the war going on outside his window that not worrying about it makes him feel even more tense. silence has never been a good thing in his time, but here, it doesn’t seem to be terrible. still, Nate hasn’t left without several weapons on him and on the rare occasions that he sleeps, he makes sure he’s got a gun under his pillow and a knife up his sleeve. it’ll take time... although Nate doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the differences.
“moving target, huh?” Nate asks with a raised brow, body leaning firmly against the doorway. it’s been a while since he’s sparred with anyone, although it hasn’t been long since he’s had an actual fight. men like him never really stop fighting, do they? Steve surely understands what that’s like. “i think it’ll be more fun for the both of us if we go for a few rounds,” he says, stepping into the training room and peeling off his jacket, removing his utility bag as well. “your knuckles okay, handsome?” the nickname rolls off his tongue all too easily. he doesn’t bother wrapping up his knuckles since one hand is all metal and he doesn’t really care if he ends up bleeding by the end of this. it’ll be much more satisfying that way, he thinks.
“come on, then,” he says as he gets into his fighting stance, being unable to hide the excited gleam from his eyes.
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“Get down! Get down now!” Eggsy knew the difference between an ally and an enemy, and he saw that the stranger, whoever the uninvited guest was, appeared to be fighting the same people he was. Enemy of his enemy was his friend, right? So, it probably would not be good form to shoot him, but Poppy’s men were fast approaching under the leadership of his primary target--Charlie Hesketh. He had him in the sights of his weapon, but he could not fire without risk until Steve ducked.
