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[chalametdaily]

Steve Carell & Timothée Chalamet (via skype) introducing Beautiful Boy @ Amazon Studio’s presentation at CinemaCon!

[sharon-carter-agent-13]

Chaotic Good

@steve-grantt-rogers

Sharon couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she wandered out of the hall, her heels clipping against the pavement as she walked alongside Steve, watching his bleeding nose with a cautious eye.

“I have to say, that was not how I expected the night to go.” She grinned, shaking her head before she reached into her bag and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it over to Steve.

“Though I am very happy to see that Peggy’s out of her house. She was starting to worry me.”

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

All Time Low || Stony

“I said I’d come up in a minute.” Tony spoke without looking up, his focus locked in on the computer program in front of him. The coding stretched on and on, and he knew if he looked up, he’d lose it, lose his spot, lose his train of thought lose--what the hell was he trying to do again? He couldn’t remember what the point of this had even been, and truthfully, there was a chance that there had never been a point, that he’d simply come down here to lock himself away from the world, to shower and then cover the grime of a jail cell that still stuck to his skin with the grime of his workshop: with the smell of metal and burned wires and machinery gone haywire. Oh yeah, that’s exactly what the point had been. 

The smell of food hit him first, then Steve’s body wash, and Tony turned around, The tension that had made him feel like destroying the computer-- like destroying everything in this garage--melted away with one look into his husbands’ eyes. Too blue to look away from, too beautiful not to notice, too familiar not to get lost in. “If that tastes as good as it smells, I might have to marry you again,” he said, pointing at the food. He reached for Steve’s hands instead, then tugged him down until he could kiss him properly. “What time is it?” 

[capsrogers]

bad decisions | steve | closed

Policy making was not something that Steve was well-versed in, yet here he was, making edits to the proposed Registration legislature. He and Tony had agreed to work on a version of Registration that worked out in all parties’ interests. While Steve was still very much against this idea, he had to concede to Tony’s point of view. The public was scared -- they needed to see that people with superpowers, heroes and villains alike, could be held accountable. While Steve wasn’t exactly thrilled with people being labeled, he saw the kind of damage people like him did in New York. He lived there; he saw the destruction they had caused on a daily basis. He knew that while their intentions were to never cause so much damage and destruction, that did not negate the fact that they did just that. Tony was working tirelessly to make sure that the citizens got the reparations they were due as well as keeping his own company afloat. While Tony was loathe to discuss finances with his own husband, Steve knew that they had to have cut back on a lot of things. And part of that made Tony that much closer to the citizens and their pro-Registration stance.

However, just because he was able to see that point of view, it still did not mean that this didn’t rub him the wrong way. Superheroes should absolutely be held accountable, yes. But they should still be afforded some privacy and some of their own autonomy. Were the UN to take complete control of superpowered groups like the Avengers or the X-Men, it would feel too much like the UN’s own superpowered army of dogs. This “Grant Ward Human Protection Act” would mean having to follow their orders on their terms, and anyone who knew Steve at all knew that that was something he couldn’t do. As it was, heroes were being watched very closely, so much so that most felt as if they were on lockdown. Steve agreed. With how much scrutiny they were under, heroes were on lockdown. 

That was why, in order to keep busy, Steve was sitting in the living room with papers scattered everywhere with red pen edits on every page. But Steve wasn’t one to sit around and go over papers. He was the kind of person who preferred to be out there, in the middle of all the action. He knew Tony had asked him to cool his heels and at least be patient or else Tony would be the one who would with the fallout. And Steve would do anything for his husband, even if it killed him to do it. He sighed, setting aside the papers for now and grabbing his sketchbook. He flipped it open to the page he had last been working on -- a superhero design that had nothing to do with Captain America. A design that would maybe allow him to work outside the confines of the Avengers and in the gray area of street hero. It was a bad idea, but most of his bad ideas worked out in the end. He sighed; maybe another time, he’d revisit the idea again with more seriousness.

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

If Captain America could blindly walk into a room full of HYDRA soldiers and take them down with a couple throws of his shield in two minutes flat, he could certainly figure out how to untangle these damn Christmas lights. Yet, as it stood, Steve was helplessly sitting on the living room floor with a box of decorations opened and a tangle of Christmas lights in front of him. “Babe! Uh…we might need to buy new Christmas lights,” Steve called, wincing slightly. “These don’t….work?” He tried as an excuse to put off even messing with them any further. 

“They’re a form of electricity in my house. They work,” Tony said even before he’d come into the room. It wasn’t as though they’d just gone to the store and bought the lights--or, well, okay, they had, but Tony had re-engineered them since, the way he did with everything light, power, or electronic related in their house or tower. Those lights worked, or his name wasn’t Tony Stark. He came over holding out a glass of eggnog for Steve while he sipped at his own--and quickly got the full story, hardly holding back a smile as he watched Steve mess with the knot of lights and cords. “You mean you don’t know how to work them.” Tony scooted Steve over then sat beside him, taking the other end of the lights and beginning to unravel from that end. “We’ll do it together. How bad can it be?”

An hour later, they were standing in line at the nearest department store, two boxes of new Christmas lights held in their arms. “Don’t say a word,” Tony mumbled to Steve, and then stepped forward and handed his credit card to the cashier. 

[sharon-carter-agent-13]

A Paramount Conversation || Steve & Sharon

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Sharon wasn’t entirely sure why she had ended up in front of Steve’s door instead of anyone else’s. Really she should be at Peggy’s, or Sebastian’s, or maybe even Tony if she was desperate. Sebastian had also had someone close to him vanish and whilst Sharon wasn’t positive, she had a hunch that like her, he had been loosing sleep over the incident.

However, Steve had lost Bucky and in a small way Peggy as well. And that was why she was in front of his door even though Sebastian’s was around here somewhere.

At least that was what she was telling herself.

Tugging her sleeves over her hands against the cold Sharon knocked at the door, offering a small smile to Steve when he opened the door.

“Merry Christmas. Mind if I come in?”

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

Endlessly || Stony Anniversary

Set on November 13th, 2016

@capsrogers

The first thought Tony had when he woke up that morning was that the sun should not have been this bright. It was November, for crying out loud, and yet there it was: bright warm light streaming in through the windows, and Tony might have been annoyed--it had woken him up after all--but then he turned on his side and caught a glimpse of Steve: broad shoulders and golden hair lit up by the first rays of morning, and it was so damn poetically beautiful, that Tony forget to be irritated. He reached out and wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist, kissed his husband’s shoulder and, for one brief moment, considered leaving it at that. But it was their anniversary. And if Tony had to be awake right now, then so did Steve (the self declared early riser would consider this sleeping in, right?).

Ask him five years ago if he’d ever be married, and Tony probably would have laughed in your face. Now, waking up, a married man of officially one year, Tony couldn’t imagine his life going any other way. In fact, the day seemed so simple--so natural--that he almost wasn’t completely freaking about it. Almost. Because being with Steve was like breathing--it was a routine they’d fallen into, something that brought a whole lot of comfort after a busy day--but it was still Steve, the love of his life and a better man than Tony could ever hope to be. This wasn’t a day he could afford to screw up. He’d been thinking about what to do and how they should celebrate for weeks, and what he’d come up with was this: nothing was good enough. 

How did you wrap up a year of marriage in just twenty-four hours? (And yes, Tony had considered making a time machine--and not just because it would be really cool, but because they could extend the day longer, find a bigger way to celebrate than a one day cram in. But something told him Steve would have called that “reckless.”) So he kissed Steve’s neck and hoped “normal”--waking up in their little house, removed from the world, where the press still hadn’t found them--would be good enough. Tony had worked his ass off to remove all obligation for the day: no meetings, no work, no press, no government intervention. Twenty-four hours that were just theirs (apocalypse pending). 

“I don’t mean to alarm you, sweetheart,” he said. “But I am going to need you to wake up and start paying attention to me. We’re already...” Tony glanced at the clock on the wall--a real clock, analog and everything, Steve’s pick, and something Tony could only call “cute”--- “Seven hours in.” They didn’t get a lot of time alone anymore, so excuse him if he was planning to suck up every second he could. 

[capsrogers]

Not for the Better | Steve | Solo

Steve set down the newspaper, a frown etched onto his face. It wasn’t as if the Avengers set out to actively do harm to the community. Of course, intent did not necessarily negate the impact. He knew that the Avengers had to be held accountable for the destruction set upon the city. He knew that the Avengers and the X-Men had to be held accountable for all of the lives lost due to their inability to cooperate. And that was the most frustrating part -- Steve wanted to work with the other hero group. He wanted to be on the same page as them, not to be divided by human/mutant politics. But because of the ties the Avengers had with SHIELD, they couldn’t do a damn thing. When he thought about the future and what he wanted it to hold for Sarah and his own kids, he didn’t imagine this -- death and destruction and the Avengers on a leash. 

He understood the need for accountability. Of course he did. He called for it when they found out about Hydra in SHIELD. He called for it when he agreed to work with the New SHIELD. But to beholden an independent organization to a corrupt government was not something he could agree to. He had compromised on a lot of things -- allowing SHIELD to reform and speak for them on an institutional level; allowing the negotiations between SHIELD and the X-men go on for as long as they did; housing a reformed villain who had come back from the dead -- he wasn’t compromising on this. That wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t, but he did not want to. 

As well-intentioned the UN may be, it was still a body of government that had its own agenda. He had seen the effects of having a military within the context of the United States. He had even been a part of it. When a country has that much power, it becomes corrupt, regardless of the checks and balances in place. What would happen if the United Nations had its own military in the form of superpowered attack dogs? That was what he foresaw the Avengers and the X-Men ending up as if they submitted to the UN’s demands. The world wasn’t ready for that. The UN wasn’t even ready for it. Once a powerful body got their hands on a set of powerful people, it was game over. And Steve was not going to stand for that.