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@thesupersoldier
#subtle
Like the old man said. Together
i don’t know what i’m supposed to do ; haunted by the ghost of you ; oh, take me back to the night we met — the night we met by lord huron
#are you there yet, tony?
( TONY STARK. ) BUILTAGAIN
IN ALL THE TIME THEY’D KNOWN EACH OTHER, Steve had never been able to keep a lie going. Even half truths wormed their way onto his face, betraying him in soft smiles like the one he now hid with action. To the untrained eye, he appeared earnest, collecting the mess Tony trailed in his wake where he’d weaved back and forth across the lab half a hundred times. The heat of his gaze was distracting, no matter how stubbornly Tony situated himself, staring with too much intensity where his hands worked. He could practically feel the trail his eyes took as the clatter of his self-imposed busy work fell silent, leaving only the click and thunk of Tony’s process to fill the hull of his lab.
For one so easily lost in his work, this was excruciating. With a frustrated huff in defeat, he slapped the tools back onto the table top, irritation stitching together the pointed frown as he turned to serve Steve a look.
“ I can feel you staring. ” It was then Tony knew for certain that all semblance of productivity was lost on his now, even where he might have played pretend at it for the sake of his pride. Stark tilted up onto his feet, crossing the space in sharp steps before he settled on the tabletop across from Steve, palms splayed back under his sloped weight before he tilted his head inquisitively and not altogether punitively. “ You’re up to something. Better just fess up now. ”
It was a fascinating thing to watch, Tony Stark losing his focus. His brain worked a mile a minute and when it was caught on something, Tony was like a dog with a bone, not giving up, not seeing the rest of the world until he was finished with his new idea. Steve could often slip into the workshop unnoticed and tuck himself into a corner of the room with a sketchpad and a sandwich while Tony worked away for hours at a time. It was one of Steve’s favourite qualities of Tony, despite it having been the cause of many of their arguments -- both of them as stubborn as each other in that regard. But sometimes, Steve liked earning the honour of being distracting enough to snag the attention of that big brain ; a worthy enough subject that Tony could be drawn away from the next thing on his agenda. Steve was never very subtle when he was being deliberate.
He could practically count down to the moment when Tony lifted his head and shot an irritated look Steve’s way. The expression made him bite at his bottom lip in an attempt to stop his smile from stretching too wide and when that failed he pressed a hand over his mouth and leant forward on that elbow, aiming for casual and failing miserably, blue eyes still shining with mirth. He was very aware that he should feel bad about what he was doing - Tony’s time was quite literally worth A LOT of money, but he wasn’t doing it out of spite, or maliciousness, so he figured he could spare himself the guilt. Getting on Tony’s nerves was nearly second nature now and one of the foundations of their entire relationship. Steve was convinced - in fact he knew - that Tony liked the game of it when it was playful like this anyway.
❝ Or what ? ❞
Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) // Avengers: Endgame (2019)
in another universe i’m able to save you
😘 - peppers my muse with kisses from peg of course
( SYMBOL PROMPTS. ) TOUCH STARVED
his face scrunches, one eye squeezing shut and cheeks dimpling with the force of his smile. strong arms come around her back, one sliding up her neck and into her hair, just enough to feel the strands slide through his fingers ; not enough to muss the artful curls that she must have spent a good amount of time styling. he wrenches his head far enough away that she can’t reach him anymore, just so that he can dive back in and snag a proper kiss from her lips, holding her in place while he calms his smile enough to make his lips do something other than grin. he savours it, sticking his middle finger up at one of the men who wolf-whistles behind peggy’s back. he kisses until it feels inappropriate, pulling back and letting his eyes take their fill of her beautiful face instead.
❝ told you i’d come back safe, didn’t i? ❞ he quips, more breathless now than he had been hefting his shield at the enemies of the base they’d just raided.
Send 🎶 to have your muse grab mine’s chin. 8)
( SYMBOL PROMPTS. ) TOUCHY
bucky is far away, the expression on his face clouded. he’s sat in the corner of steve’s office, in the armchair everyone looks at when they enter, hoping they’ll be excused for sitting there instead of the one that’s directly opposite him. blue eyes spare him glances every so often, over the collection of paperwork he’s sorting through. it isn’t uncommon, for him to be like this. he’s had a more traumatic past than any of them, perhaps combined, so steve tries not to hold it against him. but it’s distracting, wedges of concern taking up space in steve’s brain until he’s read through the same sentence four times on the page he’s holding. he sighs, audibly, and presses the paper to his desk, folding his hands over it with finality. he lifts his head to look purposefully at the other figure in the room.
❝ buck. ❞ the syllable is not uttered loudly but it fills the space with authority. no response.
instead of trying again, steve stands and moves around his desk. as he gets closer, bucky shifts, but he still appears stranded in his mind. one of steve’s hands goes to the arm of the chair, boxing him in and making it easier for him to lean down, into bucky’s space. his other hand goes to the other man’s chin, digits curling against stubble, forceful enough to direct bucky’s gaze to his. once it’s there, the touch gentles, nearly a caress.
❝ come back to me. ❞ a whisper. an order. a request. a plea.
( OOC. ) my entire dash is stony today and i’m thriving.
Touch Starved Prompts
Send one of the following symbols for a starter from my muse where your muse:
👫 - holds my muse’s hand
🤗 - draws my muse in for a hug
😴 - climbs into bed with my muse
🤣 - tickles my muse
🔷️ - tracing shapes on my muse’s skin
💜 - tucks my muse against their chest
☺ - cuddles with my muse
🤲 - cups my muse’s cheek(s)
💆♀️ - plays with my muse’s hair
💆♂️ - brushes hair from my muse’s face
😶 - nudges my muse
🖐 - rests their hand on my muse’s knee or hip
😿 - rubs my muse’s shoulders or back
😘 - peppers my muse with kisses
👄 - kisses my muse gently
💋 - kisses my muse roughly
😵 - pulls my muse down in a heap
😏 - bites or kisses my muse’s neck
😳 - caresses my muse’s body
👂 - nips or kisses my muse’s ear
Send multiple symbols for a starter with a combination of gestures!
Carol: I am the Captain now.
Steve: *crying* Thank god I’m so tired…
The world has changed, and none of us can go back.
and we can’t belong to each other. | for ana ♡
The Winter Soldier // Civil War
Steve Rogers in Avengers: Infinity War (2018)
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Started as a question, ended as a fact.