* AMERICA'S NEW HOPE !

the captain america your history books never taught you about.

[wonwars]

my bf introducing me to his friend, a supernatural fan at a NYE party: she has a captain america blog!

[russicnrat]

STEVE.    wonwars.

@russicnrat· says, “ i don’t think i trust anyone else. ”

“ i think i can get that. ” steve nods, painting in dmitry’s shoulder and peeking out from behind the easel. the afternoon sunlight streams the window, cloaking his subject in an almost uncharacteristic warmth. it’d taken weeks to get mr sudayev to hold a conversation with him, but while he and his wife could be enigmatic at times, they’d become easily some of steve’s favourite neighbours. “ how did you and mrs sudayev meet ? ”

    He isn’t sure if Steve truly understands; if he’s even seen half of what Dmitry has– a life spent on the RUN from starvation, from communism, from the whole damn war across the sea– or met anyone remotely like Anya the way he has, but the sentiment is enough to tug at the corner of his lips. A brow piques at Steve’s question and his gaze shifts for only a moment before he remembers to still, fingers kneading the fabric over his knees. “It’s a long story…” God, they’ve come far from jumping off trains into the frigid wind and dusty, abandoned palaces, and Dmitry isn’t certain there’s even a proper way to describe it all. “Let’s just say she came looking for some help.”

[wonwars]

" mrs sudayev needed help ? " he asks, the edge of his mouth turning up at the thought.

it's difficult to imagine: as much as mrs sudayev has helped him, she's never so much as allowed him to lift a finger in return. a proud ( almost regal ) bearing keeps her from accepting steve's near-weekly offers to carry in the groceries, despite all the stairs.

a few more strokes and he sits back, cradling his right hand in his left as he considers the shadows cut by mr sudayev's figure, the hungry hollows beneath his eyes. would steve have turned to him in a moment of need ? now, as a friend, but there are too many sharp edges for him to be the first port of call. he blinks away his doubts. " did you meet back in russia ? "

[russicnrat]

Truthfully, Dmitry doesn’t want to do anything, frozen in place still reading those painful words over and over again. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time– at a loss for words, for emotions, for anything really when his world comes crashing down. Now, Dmitry has never been a stranger to death. After surviving two wars ( or at least trying to ) and a bloody revolution, he’s seen more than enough goodbyes to know that no one lives forever. But for a long time, it was just the two of them against the world. For a long time, Vlad was the only person Dmitry could trust.

His eyes flicker to the corner of the letter, watching it flutter as his hand starts to shake before he gingerly folds it up and shoves it into his pocket. “We always meant to go back…” He murmurs quietly, gaze veering off distantly. “But with the war… I didn’t think it’d be possible.” Like anyone else, Dmitry HATES this war and all it’s taken. He hates the glum news stories and the rationing. He hates the way people give him dirty looks on the street when they hear his accent and he hates it even more when they give that same dirty look to Anya. But now he has another reason. This damn war has robbed him of his best friend.

His chest aches, his heart growing heavy with guilt and grief as he swallows back the rest of the words he wants to say. Turning back to face his neighbor, Dmitry sighs and shakes his head. “I need something stronger.” Caffeine won’t do when all he wants is to FORGET he ever opened this letter in the first place. He starts down the hall slowly, only pausing halfway to glance back at Steve.  “You coming?”

He just doesn’t want to be ALONE.

[wonwars]

whisky ran like tears in the neighbourhoods that raised him. and yet he can only call the bottle an acquaintance at best: his drunk of a father beat that into him. but mr sudayev's apartment has never been haunted by steve's childhood ghosts ( the muffled cries, the dull thuds of bodies on wooden floors ).

he needs only a moment's hesitation before he nods and follows, each step punctuated by a creak. " coming. "

you shouldn't be alone, steve wants to say, but the words catch in his throat. his father would have despised those words, and his mother would have sobbed at them. instead, he wracks his brain for a gentler truth, something kinder. feather-light. what would he have wanted to hear, standing at his father's grave. hand in hand with his mother? what sweet words would have stirred up that heavy sorrow that settled in his heart when he watched them dig up the grave one more time to bury his mother?

he would have wanted another day with her. a good day, a beautiful one, where they watched the fireworks over the river on his birthday. or a small, ordinary one, where they went to the park after his school and her long hours of work. even a bad day, when she was sick and mostly slept, he would have wanted to hold her hand and talk to her for a few more minutes.

he would have spoken her into existence until he ran out of breath.

" what was your friend like ? "

[stolenparticles]

" my father was a AVENGER ! "

[why-i-love-comics]

Captain America #1 - "Beginnings" (2023)

written by J. Michael Straczynski art by Jesus Saiz & Matt Hollingsworth

[wonwars]

@vnerate

truly, there was a time when steve had hated nothing more than being stuck inside. growing up sickly had made him an expert at spending sunrise to sunset inside four walls. but it had been nothing like this: an eerie silence replaces the familiar bustling of the city.

thick, white flakes float down, pressing their crystalline skeletons flush against the glass. outside, their cousins pile up quickly, and steve can barely see the ghosts of their footfalls from when they trudged into this cabin only a few hours before.

" i hate to tell you, but we might be stuck here for a while."

" what should we do? "

[wonwars]

annual happy birthday to this old man !!!

[graecian-archive]

… For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right.

[wonwars]

like for a starter! in the mood for something fun. :)

[flowerofevil]

hyun soo appreciation post: episode one.

[wonwars]

...y'all, i missed my annual happy mid-autumn festival post. belated happy mid-autumn festival/chuseok to those who observe!!

[wonwars]

hi so i watched deadpool and LOVED it and also i watched the boys and also LOVED it. pls come scream w me.

[disgustinggf]

you're way too pretty to be single

i'm not ok in the head

[starpeace]

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

[metamorphesque]

This is how I lived back then– through books. I locked myself into their stories, dreamt of their characters at night, pretended to be them. They were my armour against the hard edges of reality.  

― Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark

[wonwars]

happy mid-autumn festival ! i have a cold but i already got to see the moon so that's enough for me :)

[mcttmvrdck]

good day, gentlemen. you have exactly three seconds to surrender. unfortunately, it took five seconds for me to say that.

the sentinel of liberty run has me in a chokehold currently so I had to edit him <3 ignore the fact that almost none of these panels or quotes are actually from sentinel of liberty. I just like steve rogers