#soaringshield

[ask-swiftmend]

Soaring Shield at your service!

Protection Pegasus Paladin with a Palamino Palette.

Paladin Unlocked!

[battletrio]

for @soaringshield

John is not sure why he came here, it's not like he had any VA benefits at all, he had nothing. But word on the street had said that Sam was doing a session with other soldiers at this time and maybe it was curiosity or desperation or something else entirely that led him here. Everything has been spiraling for John and he has no one he can really talk to. Olivia wouldn't understand, Lemar is dead, and everyone else has been steering clear of him with a ten feet pole. He has no one. But maybe Sam could - honestly he doesn't know what he wants from Sam or even why he should ask, Sam doesn't owe him anything after all. Maybe this was a bad idea. John was starting to lose his nerve, turning around to conspiciously speed walk out of the VA as quickly as he could without anyone noticing him. Hopefully no one would as long as he kept his head down with his hat and sunglasses on and don't make eye contact with anyone.

[xlianovna]

⇢ @soaringshield / @70yearsofwinter

✘ ⌖ ➶ Natasha always felt comfortable when a plan was in motion. Whether that plan was to take down corrupt governments, or save the world from malicious extraterrestrials, or even take an old friend by surprise on his birthday, it was all the same. The text thread between herself, Sam, and Bucky had gone quiet, which let her know that Bucky was probably taking it very seriously and beelining his way to Delacroix at that very moment.

The weather couldn't be more beautiful. Sunny, a few clouds, warm temperature. It was the perfect day for a surprise party on a boat. Balancing up on the outside of the helm, she hung cheap party streamers that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY. It was cheesy and over the top, but somehow she knew that the more brightly colored things were, the more annoyed her former instructor would be. And that was a chance she couldn't pass up. Plus, he deserved the extra effort. More than that, she wanted him to see that he had friends willing to put that effort in. That he was worth it.

The sound of a motorcycle engine pulled her attention to the road that led to the docks. "Sam! He's early! You got the cooler all ready?"

[lettherebemonsters]

The Leader was enraged, but in that quiet seething anger compared to the hulks' rampaging wrath. And that made him far scarier than even Ross when he turned into Red Hulk.

" I want my hulk back."

He didn't spend years of research and genetic testing to lose his own hulk experiment. As far as Sterns was concerned, Thaddeus Ross was his property. And he wanted him back.

" I made it in my laboratory and I want it back. You have no right to take away what belongs to me."

He purposely avoided referring to Ross as a person....because he wasn't a human anymore. Just a weapon......his perfect one.

@soaringshield

[asgardianhammer]

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( @soaringshield smacked the hammer )

[ ϟ ]— ' That is indeed very fine Midgardian craftmanship, very intricate, shiny.... interesting. I can guarantee you that I am much, much faster however.'

[mythictold]

@soaringshield liked for a starter!

"why - why are you people literally everywhere anymore? you know your little superhero club isn't that exclusive when you keep adding every little powered-up urchin you come across."

agatha looks utterly annoyed that she's crossed paths with . . . whatever superhero this one is pretending to be. she hardly keeps track; they tend to switch monikers so often that it's not worth the effort. of course new york is a breeding ground for superheroes and their nonsense - she tends to avoid it, but given that she's after a certain someone, well, she's here. and regretting every second of it.

"listen - i don't have issues with you. tell me where your little friend wanda is and i'll be right on my way and you can go back to . . . whatever it is you're doing."

[onceheroeslogic]

alice slid a paper box onto the table and opened it to reveal sugar cookies decorated with the shield and little wings. alice had spent hours on them, baking and decorating. "these are for you, cap," she grinned. "i meant to get you coffee too, but i got a late start out the door and by the time i got to the coffee shop the line was a nightmare." coffee could be saved for later. she just wanted to show how happy for him she was, and also, to a lesser degree how glad she was to be back at work in her full capacity.

STARTER for @soaringshield / CAPTAIN MOTHERFUCKING AMERICA *

[perditos]

Starter for @soaringshield Sam w/ Steve

The war had been over for sixty-six years. That's what they, being the SHIELD agents tasked with updating Steve on world history since the plane crash and make sure he had proper identification to restart his life in the modern era (including issuing him a social security number), had told Steve when he woke-up. Hitler had shot himself in a bunker in 1945 and America dropped two atomic bombs, a glorified version of Schmidt's tesseract weaponry, on Japanese cities. In the months since he's etched together a more complete picture than his limited perspective as a solider on the front: the horrors of the concentration camps, the grief and confusion of the living, the shifts in change in politics, and war, in the intervening years. It had been sixty-six years since 1945 and the war was over for the rest of the world, but the war wasn't done with Steve.

It haunted him in bizarre figments, a melding and molding of memories, battle strategies, imaginative additions, and brutalized human bodies. Most nights, at least, he had a nightmare. Sometimes vivid enough that he'd wake-up swearing it was 1944 and then he'd look at a window, and the cars were shaped wrong. Sometimes, he didn't even wake-up. Sometimes, he did wake-up but it was quieter, startled, sweat drenched, nervous and anxious, but unsure of what there was to be afraid of. Jumping at ghosts. Seemed fitting then, that he and Sam were hunting a ghost.

The morning Steve woke-up at just twenty minutes shy of five AM, uneasy and exhausted, they were two weeks into their search for Bucky. They'd been up and down the Eastern seaboard, spent nearly two hundred dollars in gas (he couldn't believe the prices these day, gum used to be expensive at a nickle), and had found neither hide nor hair of Bucky, the Winter Soldier, or his handlers. It was like they all, along with any smart survivors of Hydra, had gone underground. And Bucky was now one faceless, unknown, lost in the crowd of millions of Americans. They were hunting for a needle in a haystack and anything they uncovered about the past, records, files, names of previous handlers, told them nothing about the future: where the hell would Bucky go after fishing Steve out of the Potomac?

Sam was still in the other bed, a lump under the covers, obscured in the shadow of the dark motel room. Steve moved quietly, rolling out of bed, and then vanishing into the bathroom to shower, dress, and brush his teeth. When he came out, his hair still damp, Sam was just starting to rouse.

"Sleep okay?" Steve asked, dropping his toiletry case into his luggage bag.