you get killed, walk it off.

Steve Rogers fc: Chris Evans Stephanie Rogers fc: Kat McNamara indie roleplay | 21+ written by grim

[walkitoffrogers]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

In general, I follow an MCU timeline with Steve and mix in comics connections/plots as needed, unless specified in an AU verse. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers. However, I do not include Endgame/Old!Steve in any of my interpretations unless it's a fix-it verse. Regardless of verse, I pretty much always include Steve's Remender comics backstory of an abusive, alcoholic father, but I default on his MCU history with Bucky and transformation into Captain America.

11/24: Unless we're already writing together, I'm currently only accepting canon Marvel/MCU connections for Steve. This will not affect current threads or plots.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I'm happy to ship Steve with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Bucky Barnes (happy to write and rewrite every AU for my favorite idiots), Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Stark Possible Ships: Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson, Matt Murdock, probably most of the Avengers NOTPs: Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter, MCU Wanda Maximoff (I will play against her, but he thinks of her more like a little sister), MCU Peter Parker, most muses who are significantly younger (I enjoy writing Nomad!Daddy on request, but keep in mind that's going to work better with canon AU muses, since Steve isn't the type to go picking up coeds. If he's calling them "kid," he's gone parent-mode, sorry.) Family: Dad!Steve is one of my favorites, so I'm always happy to play against his canon (Ian, James, Ellie) or OC kids Other: all Avengers, Kobik, Mantis, Logan Howlett, Yelena Belova, Howling Commandos

default verses:

catfa: An MCU verse with any events that take place during or before Captain America: The First Avenger, including any with pre-serum Steve, before the Valkyrie crashes.

catws: An MCU verse with any events that take place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier or relate to Project Insight.

cacw: An MCU verse with any events that include Steve's search for Bucky while he's on the run, leading up to and including the Avenger's Civil War and his time in Wakanda.

endgame: An MCU verse with any events that take place during the Blip or the second fight with Thanos. The primary verse for Nomad!Steve.

mcu: An MCU verse with any events taking place after Steve comes out of the ice, usually divergent from the above timelines.

alt!postblip: A post-Endgame canon-divergent MCU verse where Steve passes the shield on to Sam and stays in the current timeline like a character who didn’t just undo 3+ movies of development. He’s there to help Bucky and Sam re-adjust to the world post-blip and learn the ropes on being Cap.

616: A mix of 616 and headcanons, typically written for comics muses who don't acknowledge things like the MCU Civil War or Thanos. It may reference other comics events, like the time Steve spent in Kobik's mindscape with Red Skull controlling his body.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

mcu/comics aus:

alt!firstavenger: An MCU AU where Stephanie “Stevie” Rogers poses as a man to join the army after she’s laughed out of the enlistment office. Erskine decides to give her a chance anyway. Who knows? There are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what they need now is a woman. (fem!steve / fc: kat mcnamara)

alt!tfatws: An MCU AU where Steve returns to the past in an attempt to alter the timeline to keep Bucky from Hydra and Natasha from the Red Room. Instead, he’s captured by the Time Variance Authority and held for four months, until he conspires with Loki to break out. He returns to his own timeline the night of Sam’s Captain America speech.

castaway: An MCU/616 mashup where the events of Castaway in Dimension Z happen two and a half years into the Blip. Steve is abducted to Dimension Z, a twisted sci-fi dimension ruled by Arnim Zola and his mutates. Steve rescues an infant from Zola's lab and raises him as his son, Ian, for ten years on the run, and often ends up in other universes using the multidimensional elevator. Duplicate friendly!

dad!verse: Any MCU/616 mashup AU where Steve has canon or OC children. While I'm happy to accept children from any muse, please do not assume Steve is still with the other parent in the present timeline without prior discussion (e.g., I do not ship him with Peggy or Sharon and will not write him in a current ship with them, although they may have been together in the past).

dark!hydraworld: A comics AU set in Earth-85826, where fascist dictator Arnim Zola rules the world with Hydra. While the real Steve Rogers leads an underground resistance, Hydra is unable to isolate and replicate the serum from his DNA and instead creates a clone. Captain Hydra is raised on fascist ideologies and knows nothing else, until the multiverse elevator explodes and tosses him into various universes/timelines. (hydra!cap)

dark!winterverse: An MCU AU where Steve and Bucky both fall from the train and are captured and brainwashed as Winter Soldiers. They work together for decades until Steve starts to regain his memories. (winter!soldier)

earth-3490: A blip comics universe where Steve is married to Natasha Stark (Iron Woman). When he discovers the Winter Soldier file, he takes it to his wife, she has time to adjust to the idea, and the Avengers’ Civil War never happens.

hydra!world: A comics universe set in Earth-85826, where fascist dictator Arnim Zola rules the world with Hydra. Steve Rogers leads an underground resistance alongside the Avengers and his kids, Ian and Ellie Rogers.

superhusbands: An MCU AU where Bucky doesn’t fall from the train in the Alps. Steve catches him, and they go after Red Skull together. They’re both on the Valkyrie when it crashes into the ocean and wake up together seventy years later.

welcome to westview: Roughly a month after Endgame, Steve ventures into Westview to investigate and gets stranded there in a false happily ever after scenario.

what if: For Steve Rogers, the fight with Red Skull for the cube and the the Battle of New York are only two weeks apart. Feeling disillusioned by fighting the same fights and getting nowhere, he looks for other ways to help. When someone jokingly suggests he run for Mayor of New York City, he decides to give it a try, expecting to lose but gain experience. Instead, he wins by a landslide and is started on the path to presidency. (president!rogers)

modern/realistic aus:

almost famous: A no-powers AU where Steve is an actor, primarily the well-known star of superhero action movies.

bodyguard: A no-powers AU where Steve is an ex-Army Captain who now works in private security.

college!verse: A no-powers AU where Steve Rogers transfers to a new school in his junior year after the death of Sarah Rogers to finish his art degree

welcome to new york: A no-powers AU where Steve graduates from the NYC School of Visual Arts and works as a graphic novelist.

fandom specific aus:

​fortune & glory: An Indiana Jones AU set in 1941 where Professor Rogers is sent after the Ark of the Covenant.

gods & avengers: An MCU AU where the Avengers are reincarnations of Greek gods, and Steve accepts the mantle of Hades during the battle of Wakanda to defeat Thanos and stop the snap from happening. (hades!steve / bio)

part of your world: Captain Rogers is already causing a stir as one of the youngest successful sailors in the country when he learns through chance that mermaids of folklore are real.

safe haven: After the Battle of Wakanda, Steve walked off the battlefield, picked up his infant daughter, Ellie, and disappeared. Three years into the snap, he owns a quiet seaside inn called Blue Haven.

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where Steve defrosts at the start of the apocalypse. He's never known the modern world without the undead in it.

you jump, i jump: A Titanic AU set in 1912, where artist Steve Rogers wins a ticket on the Titanic in a card game and hopes to finally return home to New York City.

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Prep him.

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part one | part two | part three

Made for @marveltrumpshate 2025 for my second-chance winner, @rufferto9! This gifset is inspired by and includes quotes from @rufferto9's Stucky fanfic Fortress Dark. You can read chapter two here.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Stepping inside the small log cabin, Bucky didn’t feel the wave of relief he had been hoping for. Not yet, at least. The cabin was remote and off-grid, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he thoroughly searched the cabin and checked all of the traps around the property that Clint had told him about. Barton had already made arrangements for someone to come by and prep the cabin, the wood-burning stove already lit, so when they stepped out of the cold winter air of Alaska, they were warm and comfortable.

The idea had been Barton’s, of all people. With Steve making a last ditch attempt to save Earth and using the stones to erase Thanos and his army, it had come at the expense of his memories. All of them gone as simply as dust in the wind, no different than Thanos’ army. News got around about Captain America’s sacrifice and out of the shadows crawled the hero’s old enemies, all wanting a piece of the seemingly defenseless Captain.

They had the ability to hide in a crowd and go unnoticed. It was bad enough to see strangers approach them on the street and immediately thank the former Captain America, to request his autograph and picture. Bucky could see how uncomfortable it made Steve. How he struggled with all of the attention when he barely knew who he was. What bothered Bucky the most was the paranoia he had developed with each person running up to them. Were they an enemy in disguise wanting to hurt Steve? Or an overzealous fan with no sense of personal space? Bucky could never tell until the last second.

Once Steve began to stop wanting to leave the apartment, Bucky drew the line. As much as he liked the idea of Steve being safe and sound away from the public, he didn’t like the reason that forced him to it. More importantly, Steve didn’t deserve to be locked away like that. He deserved to walk away freely in the sunshine and fresh air, not worrying about whomever was running up to him.

It wasn’t until Bucky was pulling out his hair trying to come up with a solution did Barton approach him with the offer. A safe house off the grid and hidden deep within the Alaskan wilderness. Bucky didn’t think twice about it, quickly accepting and within minutes plans were put into motion. Steve was filled in on the plan, and much to his relief, agreed to it. A trip to the grocery store to stock up on as much food as he could load into the car before returning home to pack. There was barely room an extra gas by the time they finished and they were on the road for the air field.

“This is nicer than Barton had made it out to be.” It actually was, much to his surprise. Bucky headed over to the couch to drop his bag to the side of it. Since he first brought Steve home from the hospital, Bucky had slept on the couch. He didn’t want there to be any undo pressure or for Steve to feel uncomfortable in the one place he should feel entirely safe. By hell or high water, it would be exactly the same at the safehouse.

“It looks like the bed is upstairs in the loft. Why don’t you go put your stuff away and get settled? Shower, if you want. It was a long flight, and the quinjet isn’t exactly first-class flying.” Perhaps he had been treating Steve with kid gloves since that fateful day, but it was done solely with the desire to protect him in any way possible. “I’m going to finish unloading the jet and then make sure there is enough firewood to last us through the night. Double-check the generator. Make sure everything is squared away. Then I can look into dinner…”

@walkitoffrogers

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Bucky’s head lifted at that—you don’t have to baby me—and for a second, something tight flickered across his face before he could stop it. He didn’t snap back, didn’t argue right away. Just watched Steve for a beat longer than necessary, like he was trying to figure out where the line was between pushing and letting him breathe. “Yeah,” he said finally, quieter than before. “I know.” But the words sat somewhere between agreement and something he didn’t quite believe.

He turned back to the bags instead, giving himself something to do with his hands—unpacking, stacking, moving—anything that didn’t involve looking too closely at the way Steve’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not broken,” Bucky repeated under his breath, like he was testing the shape of it. Then, a little firmer, “Just took a hit. Big one.” A pause. “You’re still here. That counts for something.”

When Steve thanked him, though, that stopped him.

Bucky went still for a second, one hand braced against the counter, his shoulders rising with a slow breath before he let it out again. He didn’t turn right away. When he did, there was something softer there—something unguarded that didn’t show up often. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said, voice low but steady. “I was always gonna come.” A beat, then quieter, more honest than he usually let himself be, “Didn’t really feel like a choice.”

He watched Steve head upstairs, listened to the creak of the floorboards, the distant start of the shower. The sound filled the cabin in a way that made the silence feel less empty. Bucky stood there for a moment longer, staring into the fire like it might give him answers it didn’t have.

Then he moved.

He grabbed the kettle, filled it from the sink, set it on the stove. Opened cabinets, took inventory—canned soup, dry goods, the bare essentials Clint always kept stocked. It was enough. It would be enough. His hands moved on autopilot, but his attention stayed split—half on the rhythm of the room, half on the steady rush of water upstairs, tracking it without thinking.

“…Not broken,” Bucky muttered again under his breath, quieter this time, like it was something he was trying to convince himself of.

The fire cracked softly beside him. The cabin held.

For now, that was enough.

[walkitoffrogers]

Even Steve could tell he didn't believe it. He might not have his memories, but he was still good at reading people. He couldn't stop himself from picking up on all the little tells in body language and microexpressions. "The kind that takes you out of the game," he agreed quietly. He didn't remember being an Avenger or any of that, though he'd read up on it since, but he couldn't say he particularly wanted to go back to that lifestyle. It wasn't as though the option hadn't been there. SHIELD had made it clear they'd be glad to have him and re-train him to be Captain America, but it felt wrong. The more he read about himself, the more wrong it felt.

Am I? He didn't voice the question out loud. Here in body, perhaps, but he was a ghost in Steve Rogers's life. He wondered if it wouldn't have been kinder for the people who cared about him if he'd just died on that battlefield. At least then they wouldn't have to look at him and face the memory of what they'd lost day after day. He didn't want to die though, and something told him Steve Rogers never had either. He'd always fought for life, for something better. It seemed like the least he could do to try to honor that person, while he figured out who this current version was.

"I'm sorry." The words were soft, aching. That wasn't what he'd wanted for Bucky, to not feel as though he had a choice, to be trapped in this with him. It reinforced the idea that he was a burden on him, but he didn't saying anything more before he disappeared up the stairs. He was sorry he'd asked him for this and kept asking, sorry for everything Bucky had lost and everything Steve wasn't. Not for the first time, he wondered if it was a mistake to come here, if he shouldn't have just disappeared somewhere on his own, but they were here, and he was going to give it a fair shot. He could always vanish later, when Bucky was satisfied he'd done everything he could do and would have no reason to feel guilty about it.

He stayed in the shower longer than he had to, letting the hot water run over him and relax his tight muscles. He could have stayed longer, but he didn't want to waste it all if Bucky wanted to shower today too. He dried off and dressed in simple clothes, jeans and a sweater and warm socks, neither avoiding the stranger in the mirror nor lingering on him. He looked at home in this place with his neat beard and long-ish hair, the beginnings of a mountain man. He unpacked next, though there were precious few things to put away. A few changes of clothes, a couple books, some pencils and a sketchpad as blank as he was. He set those optimistically on the end table, as if seeing them there regularly might inspire him.

When he could find no other reasons to stall, he went back downstairs, socked feet quiet on the wooden boards, and looked around for Bucky.

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[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Bucky was still trying to decide if he’d hit his head harder than he thought. He sat halfway up the narrow staircase leading to the loft, elbows braced on his knees, staring at the front door like it might start explaining things on its own. The cabin smelled like cut wood and cold air and something faintly metallic from the stove downstairs. He was still wearing his Howling Commandos uniform from when he was taken from the mountain side of Austrian Alps. Boots laced. Gear strapped. Blue jacket snug over his shoulders like he might need to head back out any second. The cabin was warmer now, Steve had lit the woodstove the moment they arrived, but the heat hadn’t quite settled into Bucky’s bones yet.

Through the small windows he could see nothing but snow and trees and more snow. No roads. No neighbors. Just silence. Off the grid, Steve had said. Isolated. Safe. Protected. Why those were so important were beyond him. It was from the bustling city or the haggard camps he was used to.

Bucky’s eyes slid to him now standing between him and the door like a barrier. Same frame. Same voice. Same stubborn tilt of the chin. But older. Beard. Hair brushing his collar. Something heavier in his posture, like the world had leaned on him too long. Bucky hadn’t decided yet whether he trusted him. Saving him from falling off a train didn’t automatically earn that.

He’d barely finished running his fingers over the strange little glowing rectangle Steve had called a “phone” — marveling at how thin it was, how the screen lit up without wires — when the front door opened. Bucky was on his feet before he thought about it, hand dropping to his pistol.

Two more Steves stepped inside.

The first looked like he was brand new; broad-shouldered, bare-chested, only wearing pants, still carrying that newness in the way he stood. Clean lines. Open expression. The version of Steve that still looked like he believed the war would end clean.

The second wore the uniform. Star on his chest. Clean-shaven. Perfectly put together. Calm. Familiar in a way that hit Bucky square in the ribs. The Steve the country would salute.

Bearded Steve moved forward to speak to them, voice low and controlled. Bucky didn’t catch all of it. He was too busy taking inventory. Three different versions. Three different weights in their eyes. Same face. When the talking stopped, the silence stretched awkward and thick.

Bucky let out a breath and pushed off the stair, coming down the rest of the way. The stove crackled behind him as he shrugged out of his blue jacket, the motion automatic, familiar. He tossed it over the banister at the bottom of the stairs without looking. The weight of it all finally settled in his chest.

Three Steves.

Three versions of the same man he’d known longer than he’d known himself. His mind kept trying to correct the image, like it was a trick of light, or a stress dream he’d wake up from in a freezing train car. He felt untethered yanked out of his own timeline, standing in a log cabin that smelled like smoke and pine instead of gunpowder and snow. The war had been loud and simple: move forward, survive, protect Steve. This was none of those things. This was quiet. Complicated. And for the first time since bearded Steve had dragged him out of his own morning, Bucky felt something close to vertigo—not from the future, not from the cabin, but from the realization that the man he’d follow anywhere now stood in front of him three times over.

“…Alright,” he said finally, voice dry but steady, leaning against the banister with his arms crossed over his chest. “What should I call all of you?” His eyes flicked between them. "Because ‘Steve’ seems like it’s about to get really confusing and I’m about to start numbering you.”

@walkitoffrogers

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Bucky watches them take it in stride like this is just another briefing gone sideways. His mouth twitches at that last one, something dry and familiar breaking through the disorientation. “Yeah, alright,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he exhales. “Of course you want Steve.” His gaze lingers there a second longer, something softer flickering under the surface before he pulls it back in line. For a second, it almost feels like the world makes sense again. Like it’s just the two of them, same as it’s always been.

But it isn’t.

His attention shifts between them again, slower this time, more deliberate. He’s seen men come back from war changed, heavier in the eyes, quieter in the wrong ways. Nomad carries that same weight, like he’s been through something Bucky hasn’t caught up to yet. Captain stands too straight, too controlled, like he’s always bracing for the next hit, like the uniform isn’t just something he wears but something holding him together. And Steve… Steve looks like he still believes in clean endings. Like the war hasn’t had time to take anything from him yet. That one sits wrong in Bucky’s chest.

He shifts his stance, pushing off the banister, boots grounding hard against the floor like he needs to feel something solid before this whole thing slips out from under him. The war had rules. Move forward. Watch your six. Keep your people alive. This doesn’t. This is quiet and wrong and full of too many versions of the same man standing in one room.

“Alright,” he says again, quieter this time, like he’s forcing order onto it. “Nomad. Captain. Steve.” He points to each of them in turn, making it stick, something familiar in the act of labeling, of organizing a situation that doesn’t want to be organized. There was a pause at Steve. "You look like my Steve..." Something in Bucky's features softened with a hint of pain in his voice. He snaps himself out of it before it can become something more, and his gaze lands back on Nomad last, sharper now.

“You said you changed something,” Bucky adds, voice tightening just slightly, that edge of a soldier coming back into place. “Timeline, complications, whatever the hell this is.” A small pause, jaw setting. “I’ve been shot at, blown up, and dragged out of mountains, and I still don’t know what I’m looking at right now.” Except for maybe something in his wildest dreams.

He takes a step closer, not aggressive, but direct, like he’s closing distance on a problem that needs solving.

“You pulled me out of the Alps while I was on a mission,” Bucky continues, quieter now, but heavier. “We could've finally stopped HYDRA but then you showed up.” His eyes flick briefly to Steve, then back. “So start talking.”

Another second passes, his voice dropping just a fraction, something more personal slipping through the cracks of his control.

“Why did you bring me here?"

[walkitoffrogers]

Only a lifetime of self-restraint kept Captain HYDRA from laughing. We could have finally stopped HYDRA. There wasn't a lot that was funny about this situation, but that-- it was so naive, it was almost adorable. If he was correct about what time period they'd pulled him from, then HYDRA was nowhere close to being wiped out. In fact, that was when it had really started to take root and flourish in his world, until even the war-famous Sergeant Barnes himself joined their ranks.

Was that why Nomad had interfered? To stop Barnes from going dark? It seemed like a lot of risk for one man when HYDRA itself was so efficient a machine it could do without any of them, even the Captain. He didn't fool himself that he was inexpendable. Valuable, yes, the way assets should be, but still replaceable. He was quiet, letting Nomad explain himself, not wanting to say anything that might betray where he came from.

Nomad would have preferred to ease him into this gently, but he'd known from the beginning it wasn't likely. He could see by Bucky's face now, by how earnestly he demanded answers, that he wasn't going to give them time to sleep on it and get comfortable here. It had always been a long shot, and he wouldn't deny that he owed them--all three of them--some answers. His voice was measured when he spoke, no flinching away from the topic, but he tried to be as gentle as he could be when he said it without sacrificing the directness. It wasn't going to be easy to hear.

"Because we don't stop HYDRA, Bucky. In that last mission to secure Zola, HYDRA captures you, and you're worse than dead. Peggy and Phillips let Zola in through the back door, and HYDRA flourishes for decades in secret. I couldn't let them have you," he finished simply. There was no apology in his tone, no regret. Even with the complications, even if this went up in flames like it was probably going to, he wasn't sorry. He'd finally had an opportunity to save Bucky, and he'd taken it. He could go to hell with a clear conscience knowing he'd tried.

What else would you call me? Steve didn't say it out loud, just let the question hang in his bewildered mind like the hundred other questions he had for what was happening. He wasn't a Captain like those other two. He was barely a super soldier, as of today. He was just Steve from Brooklyn, and everyone in this room was a stranger-- including Bucky. This wasn't a Bucky he'd ever met, this battle-hardened sergeant in uniform, who looked at him like he was a stranger rather than his best friend.

He tucked the blanket a little tighter around himself and breathed, but that only put his attention back on his body, and that wasn't familiar either. Everything about it was too big, too easy. He never thought he'd miss being in constant pain, not for one second, but at least it let him know who he was. He wasn't looking at them while Nomad spoke, but he was listening, finally raising his head when he reached the end.

"Bucky dies?" It felt as through the breath had been punched out of him. He'd always known that was a possibility, of course. People died in wars all the time. He'd worried about it, had nightmares about it, from the moment Bucky shipped off. But deep down, he'd always believed they would both come home from it. He simply couldn't imagine his life any other way.