#nowaytoknow

[withoutawar]

@nowaytoknow​  liked a post that wasn’t a starter call but i made it into one anyway welcome to my disaster blog

“ He fell. From a train. From a mission that I asked him to come on. I was too late to catch him... That’s why this has to work. ”

[viciousgracearc]

@nowaytoknow​ sent :   “nice dress.”  for Sharon Carter

PROMPTS & MEMES     /     ALWAYS ACCEPTING

           SHARON LOOKS DOWN AT HERSELF. She’s wearing an understated peach sheath dress, the kind of dress her conservative, polite Virginian mother would approve of and describe as prim or respectable or sure to find you a good husband. But Sharon’s long past looking for husbands at this point, and the only thought that went into the choice was whether or not it looked appropriate for the occasion. She takes Sam’s words as all the confirmation she needs, and gives him a small smile. “Thanks,” she says, smoothing down the pleats even though they’re ironed to stay in place. “Hopefully, everything goes well and I don’t get blood on it.” It’ll be a bitch to take out, that’s for sure. Keen eyes survey Sam, and Sharon moves forward to straighten his tie. “You look nice, too, you know. Every inch like Captain America.”

[sayitsdrawkcab]

@nowaytoknow​​ sent in  “ hey, baby, sorry i was late.”

Dating had always been hard for her, even before coming to this universe. She had been with the same person for upwards of ... way too long. So upon putting down roots, she was trying to branch out in a way and form some kind of connection with anyone. She had friends -- she had the team, . Which she was grateful for, they were more welcoming than the Justice League had been, that was for sure.

During the blip, she was more focused on keeping the earth safe from the ground, so she really hadn't tried anything even though she often frequented Steve's meetings and now months later after everyone returned she was trying again.

And failing, it seemed.

It wasn't as if she was unrecognizable, which kind of made this whole thing even worse. Not only did people know she was an Avenger as she didn't have any nifty moniker, but they knew her from her magic show so she had just been about to get up and leave after she finished off the glass of wine when she heard a voice and turned her head. 

Brows perked and she smiled, "It's really okay, Sam." Okay, so she couldn't keep the surprise from her voice as she stood up to kiss his cheek.

a meme I lost long ago bc I’m the worst lol

[toscrve]

@nowaytoknow:  💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears. i believe in u nonverbal starters  /  not accepting.

THEY’VE WON, for real this time. the dust is just beginning to settle [...] the true weight of all that had happened finally starting to sink in. boots trudge across the barren wasteland the battlefield has become, ash falling like snow that turns the landscape almost monochromatic. it feels almost surreal, like a hallucination or a feverish dream, as he walks among people reuniting with their loved ones, lost and now returned [ like you’re waiting for the illusion to fall apart: like pressing a finger against the unfolding scenes to test out its fragility, to make sure it won’t shatter to pieces like glass at your feet ].

isn’t it funny, then—how quickly and completely he understands that feeling of pure joy and hope and relief, when steve sees him. emotions that have been held in since the beginning of all this  /  that have taken root in his ribcage but never given an opportunity to blossom, desperately clawing its way to the surface now. the cowl is carelessly tossed aside, dropped to the ground; and his face is streaked with ash and dirt and blood, but none of that matters in the here and now, not when he’s being pulled into the arms of his best friend in a warm embrace. he wants to be strong, to put on a brave face and welcome him back to the world properly: but then there’s a hand stroking along his back, a familiar voice next to his ear—and, god, that’s all it takes before the dam breaks.

“sam—”

a single choked-out syllable is all he can get out before he can feel the first tear streaking down his face. pulling away, he makes a valiant effort to scrub at it, but sam beats him there [ tears mixed with blood and ash and the grief of the last five years ]. usually he’d be more prickly about things like this; but this time he gives in, lets it happen. for the first time in a long time, it feels like the grief is something he no longer has to carry alone. like an age-old wound has finally begun to close up. it’s not long before steve pulls him back into the hug, eyes falling shut. “fuck, i missed you.”

[shieldborna]

@nowaytoknow​ said:“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”          training turned tension starters

GENUINE LAUGHTER ESCAPES THE SOLDIER. hands upon his hips, he stares back at Sam with amusement and carefree attitude. Leave it to Sam to say it like it is. and maybe his ass deserve an ass kicking but he is not willing to go down without a fight. “Looser buys dinner, as always.” And he simply prepares himself for the inevitably fight.

[gloriousxdarkness]

SAINTS ROW IV  //  accepting // @nowaytoknow​​ sent—— “Thank you. I mean it.”

     “Yeah.” She’s not really a ‘don’t mention it’ kind of woman. “They’ve good archers. And poison arrows. Bit of a nightmare for someone on aerial support.” To put it mildly. She’s been on the receiving end of that nasty concoction as well, and the antidote too is shockingly painful. “You’ve been out for the better part of the day. I take it ninjas aren’t your specialty.” Which, even in the soft accented notes of her voice, sounds more like a suggestion he mind his business in the future, as though this has been an significant inconvenience in her day.

[hydrasweapon]

@nowaytoknow​ gets a starter for our semi-plotted thing bc reasons

                   The smooth female voice of the navigation device that was part of the dark blue Chevrolet Impala (eleventh generation) briskly told him: “You have reached your destination.” Bucky parked, looking at the house through the (still mostly clean) windshield. It looked nice. It looked like a lot of people had spent a nice childhood here and gladly came back home to spend Thanksgiving or Christmas surrounded by family. He sat for a few minutes longer, hands on the steering wheel. The inside of the car still smelled of new leather, new components, new everything. The mileage showed a bit over 1.500 miles. Maybe he should have used the car wash before coming here, but after driving for nearly 21 hours, he just wanted to get this over and done with. He reached over to grab the empty candy bar wrapper off the passenger seat and stuffed it inside his pants, then climbed out of the car and stretched. 

                     The walk to the house and up the stairs took longer than anticipated, which was probably because of him trying to stall. He glared down at his shoes, gave himself a mental kick, then climbed up to the veranda. It was far too hot for the leather jacket and the gloves, but he didn’t dare to remove a layer of clothing because his metal hand would attract unwanted attention. Taking one last breath, he knocked at the door, suddenly impatient. The question of what the fuck took Wilson so long was already on his lips when a woman opened the door. He blinked at her, taken aback, and then stuttered through a “Um, I’m actually –– here to see a Sam Wilson?” when she asked how she could help him. 

[babywlsonarchive]

@nowaytoknow asked: [hug] our muses hug each other

Five years. It had been five years since Sarah had last seen her brother. All of a sudden, everyone that had been snapped out of existence had made a comeback. Slowly, but surely, everyone who had been non-existent in the last five years? They had popped back up out of thin air, as if they had never left to begin with. That included Sam, as well. So, when he finally showed back up? It was a lot for Sarah to handle. The boys had been busy out with some friends and their parents, while Sarah had been tying up some loose ends at the seafood company. When that familiar truck pulled into the lot, she had dropped the bucket held tightly in her hands. Sprinted forward as he stepped out of the truck, nearly tackling him to the ground as she forgot how to breathe in that very moment. “Oh my God, Sam!” The words escaped her hurriedly, breath leaving her entirely as she clutched to her brother as if he could disappear again at any moment. “It’s really you...” Tears filled her eyes, pulling away only briefly to lightly bring a single finger up to trace against his cheek. “You’re really here...”