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AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR 2018│dir. The Russo Brothers
@shesnipes sent | sender grins every time they catch receiver looking. [ meme ]
Shit.
She’d caught him staring again -- not like he could help it, not with the way she looked so enticing in that bikini. Am was walking the shoreline with Liza, but the brunette was busy with seashells, and so Steve was just shamelessly admiring his girl while she stood there. And having caught him, again, he sees the tell-tale grin on Am’s lips.
“That’s it.” He mutters without heat, a smile pulling at his own lips as he stands from where he’s sitting on a towel, heading right for the shoreline. “You’re trouble.” Steve says once he’s close enough for her to hear him over the sound of the waves, and he immediately scoops Amity up, hefts her over his shoulder, and heads right into the water with her.
@vallorouslly [ inbox cuteness ]
Logan had invited Steve over for some pizza and a night just chillin and it ended in him getting a little tipsy as they sat on the couch and just chatted for a while. Logan huffed out an exasperated sigh as he looked at Steve with a gleam in his eyes. "Your eyelashes are unfair." He pouts with a gentle smirk on his slightly pinked face, leaned back and utterly comfortable on the sofa, worn in but not shabby, just well loved.
Steve has enjoyed getting to know Logan -- finding out that he was a veteran, too, gave them that much in common, which to him was enough of an excuse to hang out literally whenever. He does have to be mindful discussing his service, especially since Logan doesn't know who he actually is. Part of him feels guilty, like he’s lying somehow by withholding that truth and not just telling Logan exactly who he is. But selfishly, he enjoys this feeling of not having the… baggage that being Captain America brings. Not having the expectations or the pre-conceived assumptions, not to be asked about the things he’d done.
With Logan, he got to be just Steve Rogers, former Army captain.
Except, he could down five cups of coffee and not feel it -- just like he could kick a few beers back and not feel a damn thing other than fond amusement when a tipsy Logan compliments his eyelashes. Steve chuckles and feels the blush travel from his cheeks down his neck, warmth blooming across his chest. Jesus, he thinks, even cuter when he’s tipsy. His own gaze shines playfully as he takes in the other man’s flushed cheeks and obnoxiously adorable pout. “Says the man with the nicest eyes in the room.” He says, deciding to flirt back a little shyly, a little smirk pulling at his lips.
@shesnipes | have a smol lil thing ♥
They’re laying together in bed, Steve’s playing with her hair as she lays sprawled across his chest, the sun beginning to peek through the curtains. Amity’s hand moves, but he slips his fingers from where they’re fussing with her hair to scoop her hand up. “Y’know,” he starts, voice low and still rough from having just woken up. He toys absently with her fingers, sleepy gaze fixed on the way the light shines on their hands, a shy smile pulling at his lips.
“I thought about this for a long time, about you.” Steve says, keeping his voice soft, the admission makes him feel a little… vulnerable. Putting it out there that he’s held a torch for Amity for years. “All this time we’ve been apart and all I wanted to do was come find you.” He murmurs, his heart pounding as he turns his head, dropping his gaze to meet hers.
𖥔⋆。°✩ LOVESICK FOOLS ⸻ a collection of action prompts centered around sweet moments, lingering affection, and the little things that make love feel warm. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.
sender falls asleep against receiver's shoulder halfway through a movie.
sender pulls receiver closer by the sleeve of their sweater.
sender wraps a blanket around themselves and receiver.
sender hooks their pinky around receiver's.
sender rests their head in receiver's lap.
sender presses a quick kiss to the top of receiver's head.
sender quietly cleans up after receiver while they're distracted.
sender saves the last bite for receiver.
sender writes love notes and leaves it somewhere receiver will find it.
sender curls up beside receiver on the couch.
sender grins every time they catch receiver looking.
sender snaps a candid photo with receiver when they aren't paying attention.
sender bumps their shoulder against receiver's while walking.
sender dramatically flops across receiver's lap.
sender nudges receiver's foot beneath the table.
sender automatically looks for receiver in a crowded room.
sender shifts a little closer to receiver without realizing it.
sender lets their knee rest against receiver's.
sender finds an excuse to sit beside receiver.
sender lights up the moment they spot receiver.
sender lingers a little too long after saying goodbye to receiver.
sender watches receiver from across the room with a soft smile.
sender gently wipes something from receiver's face.
sender points out constellations to receiver while the two of them lie beneath the stars.
sender ends up covered in flour while baking cookies with receiver.
sender pulls receiver into an impromptu dance in the middle of the kitchen.
sender absentmindedly doodles on receiver's hand while the two of them talk.
sender gets caught staring at receiver and immediately looks away.
sender carries receiver after they admit they're too tired to keep walking.
@defectivexfragmented sent | leave me alone. (bucky) [ meme ]
Steve frowns at the sharp dismissal from his friend, his brows pulling together as he watches Bucky for a moment before shaking his head once. “C’mon, Buck, don’t… don’t push me out like this, I’m only tryn’a help.” He says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m not gonna leave you alone like this.”
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The medical bay is quieter than the rest of the Triskelion, the steady rhythm of cardiac monitors replacing the constant chatter of agents moving through the halls outside. John finishes updating a chart on his tablet before setting it aside, glancing toward the open doorway as footsteps approach. He doesn't need the briefing folder sitting on the counter to recognize the broad-shouldered figure who steps inside. Captain America is hard to miss. Still, after the briefest flicker of recognition, John's attention settles on the healing bruises scattered across Steve's ribs and the faint stiffness in the way he favors one shoulder.
"Steve Rogers?" he says, offering a warm smile as he crosses the room. "I'm Dr. John Carter." He extends a hand, professional but relaxed. "Looks like SHIELD finally decided to let somebody make sure you're not held together by caffeine and stubbornness." The corner of his mouth lifts just a little as he gestures toward the exam table. "Have a seat. Humor me for twenty minutes. Then you can get back to saving the world and I can go back to trying to hunt Clint Barton. He's been avoiding me like the plague."
Steve typically tries to avoid the med bay -- not because he doesn’t like the people who work there, he’s just… stubborn. Always has been, even when he was younger his ma had called him stubborn on more than one occasion. But this last mission had left him more than a little banged up -- bruises littered his left side, and his right shoulder was still aching. He was pretty sure he’d broken a few things -- ribs, his collarbone at the very least -- and he moves stiffly as he steps into one of the exam rooms.
He shakes the doc’s hand with a kind, boyish smile as he nods once, then chuckles at the rather astute assumption -- observation. “Stubborness more than caffeine, my system burns it off too quickly for it to be much help, though I do enjoy it. Nice to meet you, doc -- you new?” Steve asks, brows lifting curiously as he moves to take a seat, sitting down a little stiffly -- there was no point in hiding it, he knew it’d be obvious that he was hurt to a trained professional. Another chuckle, a little humorless this time, escapes and he shakes his head once. “I’m taking at least a week off after this one… have you tried bribery? I hear sometimes pizza works.” He suggests with a smirk before taking a deep breath and wincing slightly.
@shesnipes
CHRIS EVANS People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive 2022
Bucky can still remember the way Steve and Peggy seemed to only have eyes for each other that night he had met her. Hell, the last voice he had heard before he'd gone into the ice had been hers... Of course she would always have a place in his heart. Buck just hadn't been certain if it had been love. And now, seeing the way his best friend is with Amity, he supposes it was a bit of a stupid question to even ask, but that's neither here nor there, really...
As he takes the last plate, he watches the other man thoughtfully. And for a moment, as he goes about drying it, he's quiet, contemplating. After a beat, he finally responds, ❝...Happy.❞
There's a pause as he follows Steve's gaze out the window, staring at the ocean as it laps along the shoreline, ❝As much as someone like me ever gets the chance to be, I mean.❞
He goes quiet again as he reaches out to put the final plate away in the cupboard before turning to face his friend once more, ❝When I'm with her, it's like there... Isn't anything else, you know? Just her. She smiles, and it lights up my entire world, and fuck, Steve it's never been like this...❞
It's vulnerable in a way that he's still learning how to be, but it's honest.
The truth.
Steve lets him think -- doesn’t try to fill the silence with suggestions or his own observations. He trusts Bucky to know his own mind about this, about her. Leaning his hip against the counter, he crosses his arms loosely across his chest, a smile tugging at his lips when Bucky says happy.
“You deserve to be, Buck.” He says simply, gaze still fixed outside, his expression softening when he spots the girls traipsing towards the shoreline -- he’d heard them leave earlier, Amity more than likely having heard the whole thing. Clever girl, Steve thinks to himself before glancing over at Bucky when he turns.
Oh Jesus, he really is a goner. But he saw the way she looked at him, too -- shy, nervous but incredibly affectionate and unafraid to show it. “Oh, pal, you’re… what’s it Amity said the other day? Down bad?” Steve chuckles lightly before reaching out and patting the other man on his shoulder. “I get it, though… Am’s the first person I look for when I walk into a room, she’s the first person I want to see every morning -- some days she’s the only person I want to see, y’know?”
His expression shifts a little, more serious. “She helps when I… can’t sleep. When I have nightmares, or days where I get in my own head about… everything. She’s there for me in a way I never knew I needed someone.” He says, letting himself be just as honest as Bucky was. “Yeah, I love her.”
@ofgunsandlipstick sent | i've got a bad cold, i don't want you to catch it. [ meme ]
Steve just stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he arches a brow at Peggy. “Sweetheart.” He mutters, voice low and gentle, hopefully getting across the very large fact that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Even if I could get sick? I’m not leaving you to be miserable by yourself.” He says simply, leaving little room for argument as he crosses the room to cup her face in his hands.
“Gettin’ sick would be worth it.” He teases before kissing her forehead gently. “Now… what do you need most -- tea, soup, or me?” A smirk pulls at his lips as he takes in Peggy’s flushed cheeks, the warmth of her skin.
@shesnipes sent // I missed you. [ howl's moving castle ]
It’s hardly been twenty-four hours since he’d last seen her, and they’d just been texting so they could meet up for lunch, yet the second Steve spots the petite blonde, the second she says I missed you, it strikes something in his heart. It’s more than just having missed her for the last day -- he’s missed her for the last few years.
So he’s a little shameless in the way he wraps his arms around her waist and drops his head to nuzzle against her hair, breathing her in. “I missed you, too.” Steve murmurs, pulling away just enough as he slips one hand from around her to cup her cheek, lips brushing a tender kiss to her forehead -- Steve was pretty sure neither of them wanted to get picked up for public indecency, so he opted for the safe choice.
“Barely been a day, but I know how you feel.” He smiles, voice still a soft rumble as his thumb swipes lightly against her cheek. “C’mon… let’s get food, we’ll snag a booth so you can sit next to me comfortably. And then we’ll talk about this grand plan you and Liza came up with.”
CHRIS EVANS as Steve Rogers AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY (2026) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo
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Scott still wasn’t really sure that this was happening. That any of this was happening. The PR guy had sat them all down and explained how things were going to go - the same way they always did - but it couldn’t be real, right? Steve Rogers doesn’t just show up …
But he’s there, like literally right there and Scott’s trying not to fan-fucking-girl for a hundred thousand reasons many of which revolve around the fact that it’s Steve Rogers and Scott has had a crush on him since literally always.
Literally. Oh, for fuck’s sake thing things Scott has done to himself while thinking about Steve. Fucking. Rogers.
Trying not to squee (he’d read the phrase online, always found it fairly ridiculous, until the very moment when squeezing was indeed a possibility) Scott’s thoughts rolling around the fact this is CAPTAIN AMERICA (or was. Once. Always. Whatever.) without actually letting any of that leak out of him. That was the deal. No Avengers stuff.
It’s okay. Scott can be cool. He can be soooooooo cool. Like ice. And fuck now he’s just making up dad jokes in his head. Nice.
“Hey, man.” Scott offers his hand, leans in for the photo and smiles. He’s geared up, but no gloves, no helmet, no sweat yet. Just. There. Shaking Steve Roger’s hand and figuring out how the fuck he was going to play a game with Steve in attendance. “Thanks for coming out.” It was some charity thing. It’s always some charity thing. And Scott loves that. He loves helping out, but in that moment and with that hand, well, maybe Scott hangs on just a little bit too long, flush spreading allllll the way down his neck to his toes.
It wasn’t that Steve doesn't like sports outside baseball -- he supposes he just hasn’t tried hard enough. Though, frankly, it wasn’t like he’s had time to try and understand another sport enough to like it in the last few years. Had he caught up on some important sports moments while he’d been in the ice? Sure. But to sit down, to enjoy beers over a game? To even have enough down time to go to any kind of game, that was a feat in itself.
But he has the time now, and he's okay with saying sure, why not when the Admirals’ PR guy asks about photos to help raise money for the charity expo game. Steve has never been one to say no to helping people -- but he does ask for it not to be made into a huge… thing. No big announcement, no Avengers stuff. Mostly to not take away from the entire point of the game and the charity, but also for his own selfish reasons.
The players still let it slip, call him Cap, but he chuckles and shakes it off -- he knows he’ll never really shed that part of his life. Steve turns his attentions to the next guy, giving him a quick once-over -- the C on his jersey (sweater? What the hell did they call them in hockey, did it matter?) gave away his status with the team, and Steve remembers from his quick research on the team that this must be Scott Hunter.
Once the photo is taken, he turns his gaze on the other man again and nods once, smile softening. “‘Course, glad I could be here. First time actually at a hockey game -- glad I didn’t have to go far.” He chuckles, lightly squeezing the hand he’s still shaking as his ears go a little pink from his admission. Once Scott releases his hand, Steve catches the way he appears to be blushing as well, and it makes him curious.
“Best of luck out there tonight -- is it bad form to say break a leg?” He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tick. “Kidding… maybe don’t lose a tooth instead.” Jesus Christ, Rogers, shut up!
|| QUIETLY SCREAMS ABOUT STEVE IN THE TRAILER. HIS FACE. THE BEARD. HIS H A I R. dead. deceased. r.i.p katie.
𖥔⋆。°✩ TONGUE TIED ⸻ a collection of action prompts centered around the terrifying moments where someone becomes important. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.
sender instinctively looks for receiver the moment they enter a room.
sender realizes silence feels comfortable when it's shared with receiver.
sender orders receiver's favorite drink before they come back to the table.
sender gets irrationally disappointed when receiver cancels plans.
sender feels relieved the moment receiver arrives.
sender catches their reflection smiling after receiving a text from receiver.
sender can't stop replaying their last conversation with receiver.
sender notices someone flirting with receiver and immediately hates how much it bothers them.
sender realizes they've started measuring good days by whether they got to see receiver.
sender lights up when receiver says their name.
sender realizes they always end up sitting beside receiver.
sender catches themself defending receiver before anyone even asks.
sender starts looking forward to interactions with receiver more than they should.
sender notices every small change in receiver's mood.
sender gets distracted watching receiver laugh.
sender realizes that they always want to tell receiver everything first.
sender realizes they remember details about receiver that nobody else does.
sender feels a little too happy when receiver chooses them.
sender notices that receiver's approval suddenly matters.
sender catches themself wondering what receiver would think.
sender feels oddly nervous before seeing receiver.
sender starts keeping little things that remind them of receiver.
sender notices the room feels different when receiver isn't there.
sender catches themself staring at receiver a second too long.
sender gets flustered when receiver compliments them.
sender realizes they've memorized receiver's laugh.
sender feels unexpectedly jealous when receiver talks about someone else.
sender catches themself imagining future plans that include receiver.
sender looks for receiver's reaction before anyone else's.
sender realizes they care whether receiver is happy.
sender gets nervous when receiver gets too close.
sender catches themself smiling whenever receiver walks into the room.
sender starts noticing how attractive receiver is at the worst possible times.
sender realizes they don't want receiver to leave yet.
sender remembers the exact way receiver looked at them.
sender feels their heartbeat pick up when receiver reaches for them.
sender notices that seeing receiver has become the best part of their day.
sender catches themself thinking about receiver during completely unrelated conversations.
sender realizes they're in trouble the moment receiver smiles at them.
sender contemplates how easy it is for receiver to affect them.