#shieldretired

[garglemyballsack]

@shieldretired || random inbox reply || bet u didn't think this'd be answered this way! or did you? your uranium brain prolly saw the future.

Steve has, in fact, enormous balls, and he also doesn't back down from a challenge, so HE will give Benny a big, old hug 😌

the flying monkey's ass fuck plug is this?

before we answer and address the situation, let's snap back to how steve rogers managed to find ben. sitting on the edge of a dock, legs dangling above inky black water reflecting the almost full moon in a cloudless sea of stars that humans could only wish to see with their eyesight--the infinity of space was nothing until he looked skyward the first night he was out of the lab and able to breath fresh air, see the sun set and the night swallow up everything in shadows he never knew existed. took him a few days to notice. everything was so fucking overwhelming. once he did, though? there were plenty of nights.. spent staring UP.

tonight? he's aimed that gaze down, watching the shadow of a dock post gobble up the shadows of his legs as they swing back. the glow of a joint flares orange with the last inhale before the tiny roach left behind falls towards the water. his back hunched. his gaze a million miles away. might as well be at the bottom of the inlet. or digging into the sea floor below. some people call it a thousand yerd stare. ben always feels like his goes a mile or so past that when he gets lost. a mind plagued. present, past. mingled together into a garbled mess that leaves soldier boy vacant.

having texted rogers and forgotten... he stiffens when a set of strong arms wrap around his chest. how steve managed to plop right behind him without him noticing? christ. he really must be gone. ben stiffens at first. like a kid caught doing something he shouldn't. takes him a few let that go. the obnoxiously thick arms stay and tighten as if rogers knows exactly what to do. and he pulls it off impeccably. so much that the back of ben's head rests against his shoulder and he lets his eyes close. doesn't say a word. doesn't need to.

[zimwy]

in all honesty, barnes had considered detaching his prosthetic for this. but steve had given him a look he took as scathing, and if that wasn't enough, reminded him he wasn't fragile--just not captain america anymore. sometimes, bucky feels a writhing pang of resentment over that, deep in his chest, unnamable; he had no problem with sam mantling the identity, it wasn't that. as he ties his hair up, careful not to let any strands pinch between the grooves of his metallic grasp, he thinks he comes to the precipice of understanding his own faults and inadequacy.

there would be a day where he would be alone. and, although bucky worked better alone, solitary in life had a habit of leaving him hollow. that's where it came from: steve was going to leave him, eventually. he would exit the mortal coil before barnes, at his most unlucky, and that wasn't an idea bucky liked entertaining. he makes sure the hair tie is snug before he wrings the stress out of his wrist, leans over in one direction to gently prime the muscles in his sides, then the other direction. his hands come up flat between them. ' you want me defensive? or fighting back? '

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[normaltothemax]

Shit My Friends Say do i look like i know spices to you? the only spice i know is porn. (Shieldretired for Clint oops)

Clint swears his brain makes that record scratching noise. He has to take a second and stare at the good Captain “Call Me Steve” America. Blink a few times and stick a finger in his ear, wiggle it around, as if that’ll make what he just heard make any more sense.

“Obviously you don’t know what spices are, you grew up in the time where everything was boiled—that was a rhetorical question.” It wasn’t, he’d just forgotten who he’d been speaking to, for a second. “Also, you know what porn is? Who showed you porn? Who’s been corrupting you? That’s probably, like, a super serious crime in at least seventeen states.”

(Alright, maybe he’s playing up his reaction just a bit, but it’s always fucking hilarious to rib the guy.)

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[iomadachd]

@shieldretired asked: I ate an entire pizza by myself in five minutes. (Dean)

* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. (accepting)

"Are you... okay? Like, I've been known to scarf some food, but depending on the pizza, that's some serious food. Was it good pizza at least?"

[hellceo]

“Why? Part of your dark, mysterious past?” — beach read ( accepting ) / @shieldretired

THERE'S PROBABLY SOMETHING TELLING THAT HE TAKES THE CALL HERE. " Something like that, " he says, more dry than desert sand. " It's my son, " he clarifies, and then unlocks the phone with a sigh. " Gavin, what is it? "

Even through the line, the lift and lilt of a strong, strong Scottish accent is unmistakable; he listens for a minute, and then blinks, a little incredulous. " Are you checking in on me? " Another minute. " I'm fine. " He waits. " I'm —— " He slides a glance askance to Steve, brows wrinkling a little, and then decides on, " — on a date. " A pause, another blink, a roll of his eyes. " Yes, I mean it. What? No. "

He's — putting on a show of being disgruntled, really, but there's something — somehow a little warm in it, too. " I'm fine. Look. I'll come up there in the next day or two. Yes. Yes, Gavin. Right. You too. " He hangs up, lets that moment hang there for a minute, and then just gruffs, with only a shade of awkwardness, " Kids. "

[the-mjolnir-owner]

Sweet 16!

Guess the age my muse lost their virginity @shieldretired

"We have a winner!"

[flighttruth-archived]

sam was laid up in bed, buried under mounds of blankets. thankfully his fever had broken during the night. still, he was GRATEFUL that steve came to check on him.

"just the flu," he mused as a cool hand pressed against his brow. sam looked to steve EXPECTANTLY, wondering what the verdict might be.

after several moments, sam's shoulders sagged in relief with a firm nod from the other. "i appreciate you taking care of me. redwing's been in a snit since i've been bed ridden." he laughed, regretting the effort it took to be amused. his fever may have broken but SAM WASN'T OUT OF THE WOODS just yet. he still needed to recover.

@shieldretired sent in: [ check ] sender checks receiver's temperature by placing the back of their hand against receiver's forehead, trying to see if they're sick

[storyofwhoiam]

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[text: Cpt. Breestie] Oh I get it [text: Cpt. Breestie] So you're just here to get it on with my hot friends, huh? [text: Cpt. Breestie] Am I gonna have to rethink everything you've ever said to me if you've been using Nice Speech all along?