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Selective and Private Indie Steve Trevor

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— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife

[peacefought-deactivated20201217]

in the name of all that is good in this world, your wrath upon this world is over ! / independent, private, and selective roleplay bog for dc’s wonder woman . as narrated by chel .

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brooklynsoul

    ･ﾟ*｡･ﾟ✩ ｡*  Not exactly detailed or the kind of answer he was looking for, but Steve takes the hint. Brows raise at the addition to the answer. A spy? He certainly wasn’t cagey about that. Steve bites back a grin. He should probably really start interrogating him now, learn who he spied for, maybe even let the others know so they can run some kind of background check.

    But he has a good feeling about the guy, something in his gut that says he’s on the side of right. Maybe he’s turning softer in his old age. Arms fold and Steve glances away with a quiet scoff at the question. “Yeah. Somethin’ like that. Guess I never really stopped once I started. After the war, I worked in SHIELD for a while. Know it?” Surely he does.

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned having been a spy, but this guy.. seems nice enough. Anyway, he does notice how interested he looks now. Steve probably dug his own grave here. Maybe not one of his best choices after all, then again, he wasn’t known for making those anyway.  Though, this guy talks about this .. SHIELD as if he should know it. He’s got no clue what it is and he’s pretty sure he can’t bullshit his way through it. “I--- no, can’t say I have. What’s it about?” he’s likely digging an even deeper grave, he’s aware of that. “Like I said, I haven’t been around for long.” Steve adds with a small shrug. It wasn’t even a lie after all.

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createdman

     “ Perhaps we should take a different approach. I am sure you know who my daughter is. Or have you forgotten Diana already? ”   Now his tone is more bitter than before, his head canted to the side in a sort of power play. What could one expect from a protective father, after all?

Well, shit. Now he knows who this is. “As if I could ever forget her.” he says with a soft smile. It seems impossible for him, considering how much he loves her. “Okay, no offense but why are you here now?” why not a lot earlier, when they needed him? “But what’s more important, did you go see her yet?”

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createdman:

     he knows very well who this man his. despite zeus having been hidden away during it all, healing and waiting for his return, it did not mean that he was out of the loop.   “ steven trevor. ”   zeus begins, standing up just a little taller, simply to intimidate the man.   “ you know who i am? ”

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He eyes the other, this... well, image of a man. Steve himself stands up a little straighter too in response, not letting the other intimidate him, or at least, that’s what he’s telling himself. “I--- well... I don’t think so? I mean, should I? You seem to know who I am, though. Maybe you should, I don’t know... clear this up?”

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brooklynsoul

    ･ﾟ*｡･ﾟ✩ ｡*  Well— that makes sense, he supposes. A captain turned captain no more, wearing a lost and faraway look, who hasn’t been around too long. Steve’s first guess is that he has been deployed somewhere for a while, returning after his tour came to an end. That must be it. The look of a haunted soldier.

    It wouldn’t feel right to probe or interrogate in that case, Steve well aware of how broken a person can end up after seeing the kinds of things that come with fighting in wars. He’s still affected to this day himself. But maybe … just one more question to satisfying his curiosity. Not deep or intrusive, and hopefully easy to answer. “Where’d you serve?”

Another question, one that he isn’t sure how to answer properly either. “Uhm... it’s complicated. But mostly United States Army Air Service.” it’s an answer that’s somewhat safe to give. Though, he will make sure to have a proper cover story made up, so he doesn’t look.. well, insane to people. 

“I’ve been a spy too but I shouldn’t - can’t - tell you more about that.” this is all he is going to give the other. “Did you serve too? ‘Cause you sound like you know what it is like.”

[warfought]

On my way to work. Will be on later for things

[warfought]

welp, bedtime. gotta be up in about six hours. night yall!

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brooklynsoul

    ･ﾟ*｡･ﾟ✩ ｡*  “I hate to admit it, but that’s another thing we have in common. Used to be a captain. Not sure what I am anymore.” He attempts a feigned laugh to lighten the situation but it doesn’t reach his eyes, clear bitterness reigning. He may be wearing the suit, but he’s no longer Captain America. But that doesn’t mean he wants to stop doing what’s right — a suit or a name makes no difference to that.

    Before his statement can lead to questions he has no viable answers for Steve focuses on the other man’s words, chuckling to himself over the mention of ‘a long time ago.’ That’s one thing he surely can believe and understand all too well. Really, he’s still surprised not to be recognized. The man sounds American, and Steve initially believed himself to be known to the whole nation at least — especially with all that had happened recently.

    He isn’t sure why, but there’s a strange vibe he’s getting from the other former captain. Something that feels as though he’s just as out of place as Steve feels. As though he’s been taken out of his own world and thrust into another. The blond knows that look. He has seen it in the mirror. In the end he decides to voice it. “…You okay? Y'seem a little lost.”

“Huh.” is all he can say to this. Apparently they have a few things in common then. It’s getting a little creepy if he’s being honest, but then again, he did see how two gods where fighting against each other, so what’s having a few things in common with a stranger then? Honestly, though, he’s curious why the other Steve isnt a captain anymore, but before he can ask, there’s a question thrown his way, one that hit the nail on the head too. 

“I--- I think so?” Steve shakes his head about himself. “I only came here recently. Haven’t been around too long, so this is all still kind of... new to me.”  he keeps it vague, hoping that it won’t raise more questions, because really, he’s not sure if he can, or should answer them. 

[warfought]

my favorite thing to do is brighten @peacefought‘s day with sad headcanons :’)

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brooklynsoul

    ･ﾟ*｡･ﾟ✩ ｡*  Steve gives a brief nod and is further confused by the stranger’s bewilderment, seemingly intensifying following his introduction. The blond is still cautious ; attempting to weigh him up, his guard remaining in place just in case the guy happens to work for HYDRA or similar.

    But his own features shift in mild surprise when the man, apparently also a captain named Steve, issues his name. Huh. Interesting. And he can’t deny it is a little weird. “No. We don’t.” Although funnily, there are still only two different letters in their surnames. “Rogers.” There’s a pause, but relaxes a little. Next important question. “Who’re you workin’ for?”

At least a different last name. Small mercies. “Well, glad that this isn’t the same too.” he mutters with a chuckle, which turns into a frown. “I-- I don’t work for anyone, not anymore. Hell, I’m technically not even a Captain anymore. ‘S a long time ago, like you wouldn’t believe long time ago... but I can’t.. y’know? Old habits die hard I guess.” really, he’s gotta be more careful with what he reveals about himself because you don’t just go around and tell people that you died in 1918 and were recently brought back to life. 

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@brooklynsoul continued from x

He’s seen a few strange things, so this shouldn’t be weird either. Still, it kind of is. “You serious?” Steve asks, because the chances to meet someone with the same name and, well, rank is slim. 

“Captain Steve Trevor.” well, technically he doesn’t have that rank anymore, but old habits die hard. “This is.. kind of weird. Please tell me we don’t share the same last name.” 

[ohsuestorm]

#she walked into that room ready to kill a man #big mood

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Warfovght --> warfought

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@fasciinating​

lips pressed, his violation of the prime directive is staring straight at him. spock raises his shoulders, stance neat, as he quite calmly, despite the fading sparks of gold, unfolds the long coat in his arms, slipping inside. his pointed, rather alien ( noticed ) , ears, hiding underneath the hem of a cap for the colder weather.

❝ you are mistaken. ❞  he says; confident, as he begins to wander from the alley. while he’d been discovered, one man’s word would surely be nothing.

Steve knows what he’s just seen and he isn’t gonna let someone fool him. “Yeah I think not.” he mutters,displeased about how he was just brushed off.

“Hey, you can’t just... damnit, wait!”  he catches up to the other, it’s him being a spy that makes him follow because something just isn’t quite right with this guy and he needs to know. Could be something important after all.

“Who are you? And don’t try to tell me otherwise, because I did see you appear out of nowhere. Please tell me you’re not a... a god or something.”