#sarah rogers

[steveandnatlover76]

Natasha: Wasn’t Sarah just wonderful in her ballet performance? She looked so adorable in her tutu!

Steve: Yes, absolutely charming. She moves so elegantly, just like you, Nat.

Yelena: Yes, of course, she was fabulous. But I prefer her moves in our karate lessons together - sneaky, feisty, ruthless!

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #yelena belova #yelena is a proud auntie #little black widow in the making #domestic avengers #the avengers #my otp #sarah rogers

[avengerscompound]

Steve and Sarah Rogers

Captain America (2023) #1

#marvel #avengers #marveledit #comicedit #steverogersedit #captainamericaedit #steve rogers #captain america #sarah rogers #captain america (2023) #j michael straczynski #jesus saiz #marvel comics #616 #avengerscompoundedit #kinda strange to include this in a story about steve when his dad was the way he was

[stuckyfingers]

Hear Me out:

Sarah and Joseph Rogers, Played by Saoirse Ronan and Jack Davenport.

Steve Rogers (played by Chris Evans) has got a mix of both their features:

Mother: cheekbones, hair color, eye color, chin, general facial structure- preserum.

Father: eye shape, eyebrows, jawline, nose, lips, general facial structure- post serum

Also,, both Jack and Saoirse are period drama actors.👀

#steve meta #sarah rogers #joseph rogers #steve rogers #inspo #1940s stucky #meta

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Steve, trying to convince Tony to confide in him: look im incredible at keeping secrets, my ma thought I only liked girls for years.

Tony, no longer caring about his mental breakdown: WhAt

#ofmd #source: our flag means death #marvel #marvel mcu #incorrect quotes #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #stucky #tony stark #iron man #sarah rogers #anthony stark #the avengers

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Public Service Announcement to Marvel Fans

Sarah Rogers is from Ireland, she is Irish. Her son, Steve Rogers, is Irish-American. In addition to speaking English, they'd likely natively speak Irish. They would not natively speak Gaelic.

While both Irish and Gaelic are in the Goidelic family of Celtic languages, they are two entirely different languages, spoken in two separate countries, both of which have their own separate histories and cultures.

Irish (also known as 'Gailege' in the Irish language, or less commonly and very confusingly 'Irish Gaelic' due to very poor anglicization*) is the language of Ireland and spoken by the Irish people.

Additionally, any translation resources you utilize for 'Gaelic' as a language will not give you the Irish language, because in English the word 'Gaelic', when referring to one specific language, refers only to the language of Scottland.

'Irish' is the conventional English term for the Irish language.

*Calling Irish 'Irish Gaelic' is very insulting to Irish speakers who fight to keep the language alive, as that name comes out of centuries of English ignorance and subjugation of all aspects of Irish identity and culture.

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #sarah rogers #captain america #irish language #irish

[punkbarnes2]

Feliz dia das mães 💕 / Happy Mother's Day . Sunday was Mother's day here in Brazil and in some others places out there, so, much joy for y'all (and your mommies) I made this art of Sarah and Winnie, because i feel like we deserved to see more of them 💕

#stevebucky #Steve Rogers #Steven Grant Rogers #captain america #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #Winter Soldier #White Wolf #Sarah Rogers #Winnifred Barnes #mothers day #dia das mães #coney island #Couple #bae #valentine #boyfriends #casual stevebucky #domestic stevebucky #ipad8 #procreate

[buckymilf]

meridith quill was important to starlord, so she was showed in gotg

starks parents were important to iron man, so they appeared in the mcu

thor's parents were essential to thor's character, so they appeared in his trilogy

WHY THE FUCK we never got to see steve rogers' mom? the most special woman in his life and his true moral compass? WHY??

#happy mothers day to her i guess #steve rogers #captain america #sarah rogers #steve #marvel #mcu critical #anti mcu

[turtle-steverogers]

As a kid, Steve was quiet. His teachers would tell Sarah that he didn’t talk much in school, instead keeping to himself and playing with blocks or drawing on the benches at recess. And Sarah used to worry that the other kids wouldn’t see how sweet of a kid he is-- how caring and kind he is towards a world that is so unkind to him. 

But he doesn’t talk. He saves all of his words until he’s home with her, where he talks on and on and on about anything and everything, but Sarah has yet to hear him talk like that with another kid. 

Until one day he comes home, an older boy in tow-- one of the Barnes kids, Sarah thinks. James? Jamie?

“Ma! This is Bucky! He’s my friend, can he come in and play?”

Bucky. That’s right. He’s the Barnes kid with a nickname. Sarah smiles, feeling her heart swell, because Bucky looks excited. As happy to be there as Steve. And the way they’re standing shoulder to shoulder, like they’re already inseparable, has her stepping aside and beckoning both boys in. 

“Of course, sweetheart. Hi, Bucky, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Bucky gives her a big, confident smile. 

“Hi, Ms. Rogers!”

They run to Steve’s room to play, and Sarah can hear them talking and giggling and laughing-- Steve’s giggles getting louder and louder in a way she’s never heard before. Not even at home. 

And later, when she goes to check on them, she finds Steve’s toys strewn about in a way she hasn’t seen before-- usually they’re set neatly on his shelf where he mostly just takes them out to hold or quietly play with. They’re sat in the middle of the toys, drawing on big pieces of paper, and Bucky looks more than happy to be doing something that clearly Steve suggested. 

“You boys okay in here?”

Steve and Bucky look up at her, grinning. 

“Yeah, ma! We’re good-- look! Bucky’s drawing vegetable gnomes with me!”

And Sarah doesn’t know exactly what imaginary tales they’re telling on the paper, but she decides she doesn’t need to. Bucky is bringing the happiness in her son out into the open, and that’s all she really needs to know.

#stucky #kiddo steve #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sarah rogers #mikey screams into the void

[buckybarnesisjewish]

The Winifred Barnes-Sarah Rogers immigrant mother solidarity of just picking the last name of a random U.S. president to be the Anglicized middle name of their respective sons Ya’akov and Stiofán.

YES!!! I have long cherished the headcanon of bucky being named after the president bc his parents thought it was a good "american name" and i love the idea of sarah doing that as well. imagine Winifred and Sarah meeting for the first time at Ellis Island with their babies in their arms...

#headcanons #mod c #jewish bucky barnes #jewish bucky #bucky barnes #irish steve rogers #irish steve #steve rogers #stucky #winifred barnes #sarah rogers

[sarah-the-artiste]

Everyone really likes this picture I did of Steve and Sarah, so I decided to color it.

#srodart #fanart #digital art #sarah rogers #steve rogers #steve and sarah rogers #marvel fanart #captain america fanart

[steveandnatlover76]

Sarah: Look, mommy, there’s a kitty in our living room!

Natasha: Oh, she might have gotten lost in here.

Steve: Let’s get her something to eat. She looks thin.

Lena: She‘s so beautiful! Can we keep her?!

Natasha: We‘ll see, baby.

All leave the room except Yelena.

Yelena: You sneaky little black minx. You planned this. I have seen you check out the building for days, climb the roof and look through windows. I respect that, you want to move in here. It‘s not a bad life. But you must swear to become a loyal member of the Romanogers family and protect them at all costs!

Liho: Meee-oooow!

Yelena: Alright then!

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #liho the cat #liho is there to stay #yelena belova #domestic avengers #the avengers #my otp #sarah rogers #lena rogers

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Note: I wasn’t sure how this chapter would go but hoo boy.

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You bring out the platter of cheese, crackers and grapes and place it on the round table by the sofa. As you do, you hear the front door and your heart lurches. Oh gosh, you’re not prepared. For any of this. As you haven’t been for Steve.

You stand and face the archway over the stairs as a steady ascent creaks on each step. You brush your trembling hands over your dress and swallow through your dry throat. A woman appears, her finely waved blond hair so pale that the silver is indiscernible. Her face is long and elegant though she is not very tall herself, scrawny even in the cinched coral dress. Mrs. Rogers.

Her blue eyes, the same hue as her son, wander around the room. Her lips hold the shadow of a smile and she finds you standing nervously by the sofa. Her cheeks bulb and her lips curve delightfully.

“Ahh, honey, there you are!” She struts over to you as Steve appears behind her, “I’ve waited so long to meet you.”

You’re overcome as she advances on you. With nowhere to go, you can only let her kiss both your cheeks with her precisely lined lips. She grasps your shoulders and looks you up and down at arm’s length.

“Wow, you are so beautiful, darling,” she preens, “this dress is wonderful,” she pulls back one hand as the other follows a fold in the fabric, “if not a bit evening, but oh,” she parts completely and spins, “this is such a quaint little home you’ve got.”

“Sweetheart, this is my–”

“Of course she knows who I am, Stevie,” his mother spins around, so lithe that she seems to float. Her age does not slow her, “you said so yourself, but let’s not forget ourselves. You may call me Sarah, honey.”

“It’s…” you glance past her to Steve as he watches intently, “it’s nice to meet you, Sarah.”

“Ah, excuse me, I am just elated. I am so happy that my boy’s finally found such a nice girl.” She goes to the window and hums as she taps one of the bent nails. Peculiar but not enough to bother her. “And to think he’s hidden you for so long,” she pivots back to point at her son, “and when he told me I had this dreadful fear that he would go so far as to say you eloped!”

You blink, speechless, looking between her and Steve. He’s not very concerned as he watches her flutter around. In fact, he seems rather pleased with himself.

“But he knows how much I’ve looked forward to his wedding and I have so many ideas,” she proclaims, “what were we thinking for the dress? Lace? You would look fine in satin.”

You sniff and try to gather your wits, “I… I haven’t decided.”

“Well, ma,” Steve steps forward, “I haven’t exactly had a chance to uh… pop the question. Um, your ring?”

“Ah, yes, yes,” she touches her cheeks, “I hope I haven’t spoiled anything.”

“All good, ma,” Steve comes up and turns to stand beside you, stretching his arm across your shoulders, “she knows she’s the one.”

You pinch your cheeks between your teeth. You want to scream. You want to run. And as his fingers tickle the sleeve of your dress, you sorely want to slap him.

“Aww, you two are so cute together,” she squeals as she strides up to him. She straightens his collar and fixes his tie, “you look so much better when I can’t see all those scribbles.”

“Ma,” Steve warns.

“And how do you feel about it? All that mess on his skin?” She looks over at you.

You hesitate and shake your head, “um, I…”

You move your foot back in an effort to hide your own tattoo. She senses the movement and her eyes flick down. She leans a bit to get a glimpse and her eyes narrow.

“Honey, please tell me you’re not covered in the same.”

“No, ma,” Steve interjects, “that one’s for me. That’s it.” He squeezes you against him tighter, “she’s a good girl, like I told you.”

“Yes, yes, you do talk a lot, why don’t you let the girl speak for herself?”

“Well, I–” Steve begins, “of course she can, I was only–”

“You were only being rude,” Sarah reaches and takes your hand, “come, honey, I want to see more. Show me around and we can talk.”

“Uh, sure,” you pull away from Steve slowly. You feel his gaze on you and try to ignore it, “it’s pretty small.”

“Modest, it’s sensible,” she clings to you, “oh, and there’s your piano. He says you’re very gifted. He’s always been an avid player but he never did much with it. He was more into his drawings.”

“Oh, yeah, I… my grandfather taught me to play,” you utter, just to have something to offer. 

“Ah, and your parents? Mother, father? They’ll be at the wedding?”

“Um…” You don’t know what to say. You fidget with your free hand, tugging at the fabric of your skirt, “no. They… passed.”

“Honey,” she says as she stops at the mouth of the hall, “I am so sorry. I had no idea.” She turns you and pulls you into a hug, her skinny arms tight around you, “that’s absolutely horrid but we’ll make do.” She draws back and cradles your face, “hm, your lips would do well in a sweet shade of rose, I think.”

You’re put off by the suggestion. So sudden and sharp. Amidst the talk of death and grief, she can’t help but bring up cosmetics? Well, she is a bit strange and what can you expect given her son has proven to be entirely unpredictable.

“Um, I’ll show you the master, then, the guest, and um, the office is just closed up right now.”

“Oh, office? Why’s that?”

“Just… needs some fixing up,” you lie, “I’m working on it.”

“That’s too bad. Well, it would do to clear it out and make a nursery. I’d love to help–”

“A nursery?” You stop her at the end of the hall, just before your bedroom door. Why are you doing this? Why are you playing along? “What–”

“You’re going to have babies. You’re still young enough, he is too. I know he’s a bit older but men are virile for a lot longer. You on the other hand, you should start thinking–”

“I’m not having babies,” you spit out, “are you as crazy as he is?”

Her lashes flick down then up. She lets go of your hand and faces you as he arched brows rise, wrinkles lining her forehead, “crazy?”

“Yes,” you hiss, “crazy. I don’t know your son. He’s got me trapped here. He’s… He’s…” You shake your head and scoff, “your son is a psychopath and he doesn’t live here. None of this is real. Do you understand?”

She shakes her head as her eyes flutter madly. She touches her throat as her lip quivers, “I don’t understand what you mean,” her voice cracks.

You huff and roll your eyes. “I’m not doing this.”

You turn on your heel and stomp down the hallway. You don’t look up, you don’t look anywhere but ahead of you. You barrel down the stairs, surpassing your shoes as you twist the knob. The door shifts but does not open.

You hear the top stair groan and a shadow falls over you from above. You fumble with the latch but find another lock you can’t undo. Shiny brass, newly installed. A hole you have no key for. What the hell? This can’t be.

“Sweetheart,” Steve comes down the stairs as you turn the handle back and forth desperately, clawing at the wood, “where are you–”

“Help! Help! Let me out!” You scream at the door, “someone! Anyone–”

Steve’s hand smothers your mouth and his arm hooks around your middle. He yanks you away from the door as he grunts. You flail as he drags you backwards, up one step at a time. You thrash and grab at the banister, your fingers slipping with his strength, a fingernail breaking as it catches on the wood.

You murmur into his palm as he drags you onto even ground. You kick out as he struggles to subdue you. Your eyes water as you see Sarah standing in the hallway. She comes closer and looks you over as you try to dislodge Steve’s hand. You plead with your eyes. Can’t she see how afraid you are?

“You said she was a good girl, Stevie, but I think she could do with some discipline,” Sarah declares, “don’t you?”

“Yes, mother,” he answers, his voice rumbling through you, “I’m sorry. Please ma, she is good. Please, I want to keep this one.”

Sarah clucks and nears. A tear beads over the brim of your eye and falls. She traces its path with her thumb, “then you know what to do, Stevie. If she is to be a good wife, a wife good enough for my son, you must punish her.”

Your garble and round your eyes. Your heart throbs and your ears ring. No, no, no.

“You must do it, Stevie,” Sarah’s voice hardens to stone, “look at her. She needs it.”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #sarah rogers #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #drawn together #mcu #marvel #captain america #au #tattoo au

[amarriageoftrueminds]

thinking about this post 👈 and how it should’ve been… 👇

#my stucky manip #steve rogers #SARAH ROGERS #bucky barnes #stucky #MCU #sebastian stan #fanart #mcu #manip #bucky stop looking like a hollywood starlet for 10 seconds challenge #bonus full pic under the cut #stucky fanart

[s-horne]

There was a time when Tony had panicked about his future. 

He’d had Peter young, just a couple of years into a crappy relationship that had fallen apart long before their bundle of joy had come and couldn’t be fixed even by Peter’s cherubic smile. From the very first moment, Tony had loved his boy. There hadn’t been a moment that Tony had regretted the relationship that had led him to his son, or ever wished that things had turned out differently. Not when Peter had had a phase as a baby of not sleeping through the night if the temperature wasn’t exactly 78 degrees, not when he’d learnt to talk and hadn’t exited his “why” phase for weeks on end, not even during the long weekend when Peter had caught pretty much every bug floating around his daycare all at once. 

Parenthood was where Tony thrived but, through it all, he’d lain awake at night and longed for someone next to him that wasn’t 2 feet tall and not quite potty trained. He’d wanted a conversation with another adult that wasn’t hurried at the drop-off gate or about yet another late project at work, and he’d wanted an arm around his waist when he was dangerously close to falling asleep whilst making himself his first coffee of the day. 

Everything he wanted for himself, he also wanted for Peter’s sake. He’d wanted someone else to see Peter’s drawings and marvel over them as they went up on the fridge day after day after day. He’d wished for presents from a grandparent at Christmas and another parent who could calm them both down when Peter refused to sleep even as the sun started to rise on the horizon. 

Tony had spent years worrying that no one would take on a small child with an absent parent who could come back and cause a storm at any time. He’d never expected anything to come from a one-night stand when the lights had been turned on in the morning and all of Peter’s toys could be seen in their scattered glory. 

But, then again, Tony had never imagined Steven Grant Rogers. 

.

They’d decided early into their planning that they didn’t want to do a walk down the aisle. Neither of Tony’s parents would be there to walk with him and Sarah had gotten so tearful at the prospect of their engagement alone that they didn’t trust her to be able to see to walk down the aisle on the wedding day itself. 

What they had decided instead was to have Peter as the star of the show, with the rings safely in his possession as he walked down the aisle to both of his parents waiting for him at the altar. 

And, boy, did he steal the show. 

Tony watched with a wide grin as Peter all but skipped up the aisle, his tuxedo so little it was almost comical. Casting a glance to his left, Tony felt something ridiculously fond catch in his chest at the pure and unabashed expression of love on Steve’s face as his eyes tracked Peter’s dance. 

“God, look at him,” Steve murmured.

“He’s gonna drop those rings before we can get them,” Tony laughed. 

“Yeah, probably. But he looks cute, so I’m sure we’ll survive without them.”

Tony scoffed. Be that as it may, he wanted a ring on his finger.

All of a sudden, Peter let out a gasp and started running. “Grandma!”

A ripple of laughter made its way through the guests as Peter headed straight for Steve’s mother. 

“Oh, look at you, my darling,” Sarah crooned, bending down and smoothing a hand over Peter’s hair when he reached her. “You look so gorgeous, little man."

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, my love," Sarah laughed.

"Wanna sit with you!"

"Of course, but first you have to give Daddy the rings. They're very important.”

Peter took Sarah’s hand in a tight grip and practically shoved the ring cushion in Tony’s direction without looking at him. Steve laughed loudly, his eyes still solely on Peter as well.

Tony might have been jealous if he hadn’t been so relieved. So, yeah, he thought to himself as he untied the rings from the cushion and handed them to the officiant, he really needn’t have worried after all. 

#i wrote a thing #well #i wrote half a thing #stony fic #stony ficlet #stony au #stevetony fic #stevetony ficlet #steve x tony #peter parker stark #peter stark rogers #sarah rogers #superfamily fic

[elkleggs]

It’s so good of you to take prompts! I understand how busy things are!

Have you done any Sarah Rogers? Maybe looking fondly at Steve and Bucky (any age, au perhaps?) Thanks.

Sarah Rogers in her early 30s. Joseph Rogers at 21. Perhaps these are the only surviving photographs Steve has of his parents.

Technically these aren’t quick prompt fills because I’ve had them both as WIPs for a long time. Thank you for the push to finish them and opportunity to post!

#prompts #sarah rogers #joseph rogers #my art #digital art #portrait illustration #steve rogers #captain america

[meidui]

what is that “and you listen close steven- you always stand up” quote from in the tags of that gifset from? i’m assuming a comic? i’m so curious !!

it is from the comics!! it's captain america (2013) issue #1 if you want to read the whole thing, but the context is that joseph was beating sarah and sarah stood up to him

like of course steve was raised by someone like sarah 😭

#i'll be bitter literally forever that we never got to see sarah in the movies #screw everyone responsible for that wacky decision #steve rogers #sarah rogers #616 #lunafresas #asked