#withoutawar

[agentcrterbye]

Just a kid from Brooklyn visiting his mama: @withoutawar

Peggy had planned for this to go very differently. The only reason she had found out alone was that she had been sequestered to LA for a case and had taken sick whilst she was out there. So she went to a doctor who gave her the news of her diagnosis. She had barely settled back at home before they were off again, to Brooklyn this time, an opportunity for Steve to truly show her his old stomping grounds and by the end of the weekend trip she feels like she has seen Brooklyn through fresh eyes. Before returning to the hotel to pack up for their flight the next morning Peggy pulls him into a local church cemetery. It doesn’t get lost on her that this is his mothers' place of rest, she chose it for that very reason. “Do you know what day it is?” She asks him, it’s almost a rhetorical question because Peggy knows that Father's Day isn’t something that Steve paid attention to, but she has already done the research and knows exactly where Sarah is laid in amongst the headstones. Undeniably she knows he was on edge now, a great weekend topped off with the reminder that his mother was no longer with them was jarring, to say the least, but there was meaning and intention to this and Peggy couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have Sarah be a part of what would be a core memory for the both of them. When they reach her Peggy stays silent for a moment, paying her respects, leaning down to talk to Sarah thanking her for the man she raised, promising she’d do her best to keep him from harm and keep him happy. Then she stands tall, pulls the card from her pocket and hands it to Steve with a soft grin. Inside it read: – Some people don’t believe in heroes, but they haven’t met my dad! I’m still all snug in moms tummy but soon we’ll have lots of adventures to go on together! See you soon dad, I love you! – My love, Whether you are next to me, holding my hand, or spread across time being the most incredibly sacrificial and dutiful man that you are, you manage to leave an imprint on anyone who has the pleasure of meeting you. If no one has said it to you lately, I am proud of you. I’m proud of what you stand for, fight for, and believe in and I adore your love for doing good. I have loved you with my every breath since the day we first crossed paths, and I will continue to love you until my heart stops. Don’t ever forget that fact, Steve. Not that you need thanking, but do know I am thankful for you being here with me, for choosing this chapter of your life to be spent with me. I’m honoured. Terribly so. I don’t take it for granted, know that. What a blessing you are going to be (and already are) to our baby. In you, they're going to have such a beautiful example of courage, strength, determination and compassion. Someone who will make sure they are safe, taken care of, listened to and heard. I cannot wait to witness you loving on our little legacies forevermore. You have turned the house into a home, turned me into a fiance, and made me a mother and I’m thrilled to finally tell you that you’re going to be a dad and that there's going to be an addition to the Rogers home in a few months. Happy First Father's Day, Steve, and many, many more to come. – “I think it’s only fair for your mom to be with you to celebrate.” She whispered, eyes welling just a little, as she gestured to the card in his hand. “And I thought it only right to have her be one of the first people to meet the very tiny bump.” She laughed, smoothing her hand over the small curve in her lower abdomen.

[soviet-ghost-story]

[ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort.

It was the first sensation that Bucky felt that morning, as he was coming out of the depths of slumber. During his years as the Winter Soldier, he'd only slept deeply when he had been in the ice - training and missions and expectations had kept his sleep at the bare minimum, and terribly light. Before the war, and now, he had been a heavy sleeper, much to the chagrin of his father and sister growing up. He was grateful, usually, for the deep sleep, because it was only on the nights when sleep was fleeting that he had the worst nightmares. But this morning found him having slept strangely well, the night terrors silenced by the warm presence behind him in his bed. A gentle hand brushed up over his shoulder from behind him, soft and affectionate. Bucky was laying on his side, still coming to, but the warm touch elicited a slow smile from him. Fingers caressed delicately along the back of his neck, and lightly began to toy with the growing strands of hair at the back of his neck, sending light tingles down his spine. He was nude under the sheets aside from a pair of underwear, and he couldn't help the slight hum of appreciation at the sensation. "...G'morning, Steve..." he murmured fondly, his voice thick with the lingering effects of fatigue. It had been the first time Steve had shared his bed with him in a very long time...and the first time they'd utilized it well before turning in for the night. Under the covers, Bucky lowered an arm and reached back, resting his fingers against Steve's hip lightly. "...Feels good...like that, playing with my hair thing..."

[toshapeshift]

@withoutawar​ : “ who do you fight for? ”

 —    —  ❝ I need you to understand, Captain . .  ❞  her voice was STRONG, and there was not a shred of hesitance when she spoke. in fact, there might of been a spark of anger behind her words due to the fact he felt it was necessary to ask such a question. mystique was, down to the bone, the definition of a mutant. everything about her screamed x gene, and it was the reason she still drew breath in her lungs. so when he asked, even if it was just to reaffirm what he already thought, she furrowed her brows. ❝ I will always pick mutants. Always. ❞ Just as she suspected he would have picked his superhero teammates over anyone else.

[thisisntabackalley]

Massages Bucky’s shoulders.

Knowing it's Steve and his hands on his shoulders, it doesn't take his body long to relax, enjoying the soothing touches from his best guy.

"Mm, your hands are pretty magical, Steve. You treat all your girlfriends this nice?" It was a tease, something in between his own personality recovery stage and learning what sarcasm is in the new and modern era.

[feathersofvibranium]

@withoutawar​ asked:

“Would that bother you?”

       “Steve, we’ve gone through worse. You should know the answer to that by now.”

[ascendgravity-moved]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. It wasn’t every day that someone like her was graced with Captain America’s presence. But her excitement was short lived as the mutant clammed up. Why was he here? Had she unwittingly bewitched someone with her Siren’s Call? Was Captain America himself coming to cart her away to one of SHIELD’s prisons? Ronja didn’t know and that scared her.

Swallowing her fear, the woman stuck out her hand. Voice was hardly above a whisper, fearful the melody of her words would capture the Captain and put him under her spell. “Ronja Askell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” @withoutawar gets a starter from Ronja Askell

[whitesuited]

she isn't sure exactly what it is that gives her away -------- sitting alone and separated from everyone else certainly isn't new behavior, just like keeping quiet and chewing at her lip isn't out of the ordinary either. they're all the things she always does after a mission regardless of how it turns out; habits that she likes to think are under the radar and subtle enough for her to sit and stew whenever the situation calls for it without the rest of her team knowing.

but instead of using  that time for self - reflection, or as it's more often the case lately, getting in a good one - on - one round of beating herself up over all the things that went wrong, she's having to gather herself up as much as she can ( as much as she'll allow him to see ) and putting on a face that says she's perfectly fine.

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞   /   @withoutawar​.

her nose crinkles slightly ---------- as much of a crack in her mask as she wants to indulge in for the moment, even when she knows that steve's right. "i know you're not," that just might be the one thing they're going to agree on in this conversation she's not sure about the rest of it, and it's only just begun. "but you've got enough on your shoulders right now. you shouldn't have to add worrying about me to the rest of it. i'll be fine, i promise."

[sevencfswcrds]

@withoutawar​ asked:  looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips || MUNINN | Different kinds of kisses || ACCEPTING

They’re- explosive, Muninn can admit. They’ve both tempers, they’re both passionate and stubborn, neither willing to back down often. Still, they always find where they fit with one another again, even if it takes time, or they’d lashed out in word and feeling. 

This is a between-moment, the air still tense and still between them, after a clash but before the healing of it, and Muninn- 

She has always known when Steve’s eyes are on her, even when she isn’t watching. They’re a heat, a weight she knows like almost nothing else. 

And so it’s a little intentional, maybe, when she finally looks back to meet his gaze, the grey gone stormcloud-dark. He’s half a room away, but it feels as though it could be an ocean, and yet it feels like it could only be inches all in the same moment. Slowly, she tips her head to one side, not blinking- 

And then she drops her gaze lower, to lips gone red from his teeth worrying them, not bothering for subtlety. 

The tension between them is like the edge of a blade, and she’s always been one to play with fire. He’s gone still like stone, as she watches his mouth-sinks her one teeth into her lower lip as she does. 

And the air between them just about ignites. He moves with a preternatural grace, when he wants to, her supersoldier, and he’s across the room in a heartbeat. Muninn doesn’t so much as blink, but as his hand sinks into her hair, tugs her head back, she finally looks to meet his gaze, a grin, sharp and half to wild flickers onto her features. 

And then he’s kissing it off of her- brutal thing, bruising as his mouth slants over hers, and Muninn surges up, pulling at his grip to move closer, even as his other hand shifts to hold her jaw. He licks into her mouth like a man possessed, and the Seer hums, her nails digging into his hips as she holds him fast. 

Far more productive than the silent brooding, she thinks, and if she’s lucky, that will be her last thought for a while.