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turtle-steverogers · 4 years

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I Watched TWS for the Millionth Time So Let’s Over-Analyze This Shit

-TFA theme at the beginning 🥰 (that theme is so fuckin good)

-Sam’s lil jogging route around the Tidal Basin/Mall

-Steve being sassy , just as a general

-Steve’s sadness errands

-Sam relating to Steve on the soldier front and making him feel seen

-Just. Sam Wilson

-The way that Steve’s to-do list in the movie varies from country to country (For instance, the UK list has Sherlock instead of I Love Lucy and The Beatles)

-Also I wanna know Steve’s thai order

-The fact that this whole exchange is happening at 6:39 am

-Natasha drives with all the recklessness of a 16 year old that just got their license

-Stealth Suit Stealth Suit

-Steve deflecting Nat’s date suggestions

-Steve’s aversion for parachutes...reckless endangerment ✨

-Steve speaking/understanding at least a little french

-Tony having designed the Helicarriers to have arc reactor power instead of turbines because “he got a close up look at the turbines” in The Avengers 2012 when he got caught in them

-“This isnt freedom, this is fear” aka the embodiment of Steve’s character

-Steve’s exhibit being in the Air and Space museum even tho he flew a plane once and crashed it

-Bucky’s display having two different birth years (1916 and 1917. the correct one is 1917)

-In the little video of Steve and Bucky, Sebastian Stan was saying “We *are* friends” after the director told them to “act like friends” for that shot

-Steve acknowledging Peggy’s family and therefore acknowledging that their relationship with each other, while still close and special, is not romantic anymore and Peggy telling Steve to move on and start over wtf endgame

-The parallel of Peggy losing her memory as Bucky regains his

-Sam Wilson willing to show vulnerability and not being ashamed of his PTSD and treating Steve like any other attendee and hoping Steve will open up too if he sees that it’s okay to

-Steve’s face after “it was like I was up there just to watch” cuz he gets it and both sam and him had to watch their other half fall

-“What makes you happy?” “I don’t know”

-The Winter Soldier theme is just Bucky’s scream pitched different and made to sound mechanical because Henry Jackman wanted it to sound like a man trapped in a machine

-Why is Steve a lucky bastard that has his own laundry machine

-Steve leaving his apartment building after Sharon points out the music and then SCALING THE SIDE OF HIS OWN BUILDING AND CLIMBING IN THROUGH HIS WINDOW LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE SEEING CAPTAIN AMERICA JUST CLIMBING INTO HIS APARTMENT THROUGH HIS WINDOW ONE NIGHT

-STEVE’s APARTMENT I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS (i might make a separate post on that)

-The fact that “A Long, Long Time” is playing when he sees Bucky for the first time in the future and the song is about lovers reuniting after the war i’m not saying it’s gay but i am

-He calls Fury “Nick” which really indicates theyre not close in the slightest

-Steve is excellent in adapting under pressure (him immediately catching on and using Fury’s code story: “who else knows about your wife?”)

-Steve is Awful at lying but hes also Excellent at lying

-How tf did Steve get the flash drive in the vending machine without the vending machine dude noticing i-

-“Captain Rogers” “Neighbor >:(“ petty little shit

-Steve’s observation skills are A+++++ as we can see in the elevator scene

-More reckless endangerment like imagine just going through your work day and captain america falls through the ceiling

-Steve stole someones gym clothes after escaping SHIELD. let that sink in

-Natasha has about a billion masks on at all times (“I only act like i know everything, rogers” “the person that programmed this was slightly smarter than me. slightly” “the truth isn’t all things to all people all of the time”) also she’s quite insecure, especially when it comes to being perceived as a good, trustable person

-Meanwhile, Steve’s consistently himself even if it costs him

-Bucky trained Natasha in the Red Room (at least in the comics) so theres a good chance she made the connection between him and Steve and withheld that information

-The honeymoon in New Jersey😭😭

-Steve and Nat both have very different, but entirely valid approaches to situations: Steve’s is that of a tactiction, Nat’s is that of a spy’s. We see this in the scene at Pentagon City Mall

-Steve’s looking for someone with shared life experience and bucky has that

-Bucky killed JFK

-When Zola tells him that his death and life both amount to that of a zero sum, he punches the screen with his bare fist, not his shield, indicating just how much that upset him

-Pierce offers Bucky milk cuz he knows “the asset” can’t refuse or accept offers. He’s taunting him

-Sam drinks orange juice straight from the bottle and also doesnt refrigerate his mustard. There’s also a baseball trophy in his apartment so,,,,, baseball player sam anyone?

-Sam is also a gem who immediately helps out Steve and Nat with no judgement in his tone so they don’t feel ashamed

-Nat straightened her hair somewhere in Sam’s house

-“Cuz thats really not your style, Rogers” “you’re right, it’s not” *rubs sitwell’s arm* “it’s hers”

-Steve and Nat banter Steve and Nat banter

-Sam is just *clenches fist* so cool

-Nat immediately knows where Bucky’s gonna shoot when he lands on the Sam’s car and later she knows how to affectively fight him best because he trained her so she knows his fighting style

-Steve alone saying “Bucky?” was enough to break Bucky’s conditioning the slightest bit

-Sam met Steve like 36 hours ago and he’s already being arrested and made into a government fugitive with him and it won’t be the last time

-Steve is the only one entirely restrained

-“Even when I had nothing I had Bucky”

-Everyone meets Sam and is just like “aight let’s trust him with the highest clearance security information”

-Steve looks super nauseous all through the scene where Rumlow is handcuffing him and later when he says, “he looked right at me, like he didn’t even know me” he sounds sick and choked up

-Steve carries a lot of weight on his shoulders

-Steve’s “Bucky?” after the highway battle and Steve’s “Bucky?” in Bucky’s memory in the Vault Scene being different (in Bucky’s memory, he looks more heartbroken)

-Sebastian’s acting. Just all of it. And the way Bucky just opens his mouth for the mouth guard before he gets wiped....heartbreaking

-Steve realizes an organization that was meant to protect the people has become its own antithesis so hes like “aight. get rid of it” damn that’s the right mindset right there

-In the memory scene after Sarah’s funeral, Steve is so out of it and distressed, that he can’t find his key but Bucky immediately knows exactly where it is and what he’s lookin for

-Bucky was vain as shit and also had money: tailored suit, hair w shit ton of brylcreem in it

-The big breakfast Steve had was at Sam’s house

-The whole scene on the helicarrier between Steve and Bucky is incredible here are some highlights: Steve never backing down from a fight until it’s Bucky he’s fighting, Steve dropping the shield for him, Steve being ready to die if living means he’s living in a world where Bucky’s alive and doesnt remember him

-Their acting in that scene is so genuine and heartbreaking i can’t- i can’t-

-Steve’s got a comm i’m so chances are Nat, Sam and Maria can hear a portion of what’s going down on the helicarriers

-“I’m with ya to the end of the line” is basically “til death do us part” so the equivalent of wedding vows between Bucky and Steve is what ultimately broke Bucky’s conditioning

-When bucky fell, steve didn’t jump after him but when Steve fell, bucky went after him even tho he’s brainwashed. don’t think about steve’s guilt surrounding that. youll only get sad

-Bucky waited until Steve took a breath to leave him

-Sam waited by Steve’s side in the hospital

-In the end credit scene, Bucky and Steve originally were supposed to make eye contact, but the writers didn’t want it established that Bucky remembered Steve until CW

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Every time I watch it from here on out, I’m gonna add a lil more as I notice hehehe

#ca:tws #captain america #the winter soldier #Steve Rogers #stucky #natasha romanov #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #marvel #marvel shit

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avengersnthings · 4 years

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See (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Just heard requests are open. I was hoping if I could get a fanfiction of Steve Rogers x reader where she is also an avenger and somehow develops feelings for him. One day she decides to confess and when she does Steve is lost for words, thinking he doesn't like her she runs into her room and stays there for days and grows distant towards Steve. In the end Steve confesses to her and ends up with something steamy 🙃 and a sarcastic comment from Tony lol

Requested By: @evelynrosestuff

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: Angst, like one swear word

A/N: My requests are open, so send them in! I hope you all enjoy this.

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MASTERLIST

The mission had gone smoothly; well, as smoothly as missions for the Avengers go. The team made it out with minimal injuries, only a couple of bruises and cuts here and there. Overall, a very successful mission. Before you knew it, the quinjet was ascending through the clouds leaving the French Alps behind.

“Good job, everyone,” Steve commended the team while taking his helmet off, leaving pieces of blonde hair sticking up in tufts. “That should be the last of the HYDRA bases in France.”

“That we know of,” Clint grumbled, putting up his legs across the adjacent seat next to him.

“If they would just stop appearing out of the woodwork like cockroaches then maybe we could get some much needed vacation time,” Natasha chuckled, pushing Clint’s legs back to the ground and taking their spot. Clint rolled his eyes before returning his legs back to their spot, this time on top of her thighs.

You nodded in agreement as you pushed a button so that the pilot’s seat swiveled to face the team. “Well, y’know what they say: ‘Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.’” You shivered in disgust at the thought of more enemies to face. Just like Nat, you all needed a break.

“If only we had some way to tell where they were,” Tony gave you a pointed look.

You threw up your hands in defense. “Hey, you know my visions don’t work like that. I can only see when they decide to make a move. I’m not some radar that just pings every time we get near a base.”

“Would sure be nice if you did, though,” Tony smirked before shutting his eyes to doze off. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Sure, you weren’t the strongest or most intelligent member of the Avengers, but your visions did help, right?

“Don’t listen to him, Doll,” Steve comforted while taking the co-pilot’s seat next to you. He placed one of his large hands over your small one and gave you a smile that always made you weak in the knees. Oh, god, here we go again. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush once more as Steve looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to bury your feelings for the Captain when he looked at you like this. “Your visions help us out a lot more than we could ever explain.”

Your eyes dropped down to his hand when he lightly squeezed yours. “Er, thanks. I just wish I could be of more help to the team.”

“You are a tremendous help, Doll,” Steve reassured. “You have saved all of our asses more than once because of your visions. I mean, Clint would be in pieces right now if you hadn’t seen that HYDRA agent going to detonate the bomb next to the wall that he was near.��

“True that,” Clint interjected as he rearranged the arrows in his quiver.

“You should give yourself more credit,” Steve whispered to you. “I know I do.”

There. Right there. It’s things like that that send shivers down your spine and make you want to melt into a puddle. Did he not realize how charming he was, all the goddamn time?

You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips at his kind words. “Thanks, Steve. It means a lot to me.”

Before Steve could say another word, Scott started whining from the back of the quinjet. “Ugh, c’mon. Stupid phone. I just want to check the weather!”

“(Y/N) should know,” Tony smirked at you. “O Great and Powerful (Y/N), will it be rain or shine when we arrive back home? Or do your visions not cover meteorology?”

You loved Tony, you really did, but sometimes his snide comments about your visions really got under your skin. You could feel your eyes shift focus on the near future to check the weather before you could help yourself. You didn’t want to answer Tony’s question. You weren’t a weatherman.

“Looks like a 100% chance of me kicking your ass when we get home, Bucket-Head,” You snapped before pressing the button once more for your chair to swivel back to the controls. Loud guffaws sounded behind you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that replaced your smile. Switching auto-pilot off, you took control of the quinjet to fly the team home.

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Thankfully, everything was quiet on the horizon of the next couple of weeks for the team. While you were constantly watching for decisions to be made by HYDRA that would send the team into action, everything returned to a sort-of normalcy around the Avenger’s compound. Most of the team got their much-needed vacation and either spent their days lounging on the couch or at some special resort that Tony had managed to book at the last minute. While most went, a few members of the team stayed behind to enjoy the peace and quiet that the compound held. The empty base only housed you, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky whilst the rest were whisked away to the resort. You found yourself relaxing on Wanda’s bed, flipping through some magazine while she cleaned her room and ranted to you. Well, more like about you.

“I just don’t get it, (Y/N). Why don’t you just tell him about your feelings?”

It was the same conversation that she kept bringing up. Wanda was always saying that Steve had liked you, maybe even loved you. She just didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him.

“Well, for one, he doesn’t like me like that. Second, I’m not the type of girl who just professes their love to people. I guess I’m old fashioned, that way.”

“But can’t you just see if it will work out?” She groaned and flopped down on the bed next to you.

Sighing, you put down your magazine next to you. “You know it doesn’t work like that. I can only see when somebody decides something.”

“Well, then decide,” Wanda shrugged.

You cocked an eyebrow up at her. “What?”

She shifted onto her elbow so she could look down at you. “Decide to tell Steve about your feelings. That way, you should know the outcome!”

Sighing, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. “That won’t work. Even if I did decide to tell Steve how I feel- which I’m not saying I will- I still wouldn’t know the outcome. The vision would be too blurry, too out of focus. Only half of the image would be clear, my half. I still wouldn’t be able to see what Steve would say because he would have to make the decision at that moment.”

“Why don’t you just decide and try to see what will happen? If your vision starts becoming clearer, then you know what the outcome will be, right?”

“I don’t know,” You brought your bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently on it. “I would be practically going in blind. It would be really uncomfortable.” You had always relied on your visions. You couldn’t remember a time you didn’t have the ability to look towards the future. To know what paths folded out before you, which actions would lead to certain consequences. The idea of taking this part away from you felt alien and unnatural.

“Well, that’s how the rest of us feel,” Wanda chuckled.

“Really?” The idea of you going in blind just kept getting worse.

“Yeah, none of us know what will happen, but that’s just life, I guess.”

“I don’t know, Wanda...” You worried.

“Okay, how about this,” Wanda sat up. “How about you decide to tell him. I will talk to Bucky about trying to get Steve to admit that he likes you to himself. That way, you can still try to look for the future and whichever feels like the best path, you take it. How does that sound?”

You never tried to out-think the future like this before. It may just work! “Okay, I’ll try it.”

“Great! Now, let’s strategize over some takeout. Chinese or Thai?” She asked, picking up her phone.

Looking towards the two paths that stretched out before you, you made the decision. “Thai. I have a feeling that Chinese would lead to us not feeling so great in the morning.”

“Your wish is my command, O Great and All-Seeing (Y/N),” joked Wanda as she placed the order.

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This whole ‘going in blind’ thing sucked. It didn’t help that with every turn of the corner, you seemed to be bumping into Steve.

The man was everywhere. Every time you went to the kitchen, he was there. Gym? Yep, there was Steve punching the boxing bag, sweat glistening on his muscles. Living room? Sure enough, Steve was lounging on the couch watching some old-timey movie and opening his arms inviting you in. You couldn’t get rid of the man even if you tried.

Not only that, but every time you were around him you were peering into the future to see if the timing was right. The picture never became clearer, never came into focus. Between watching for the right moment to confess your feelings to Steve and watching for HYDRA to make their next move, you had a serious headache.

The pounding in your head wouldn’t stop, not even for the sweet release of sleep. Deciding that a calming cup of jasmine tea might do the trick, you made your way towards the kitchen. Setting the kettle on the stove, you leaned back on the counter and began to rub circles on your temples. Try as you may, the pounding would not abate. You closed your eyes to the present, but that didn’t help either.

“Headache?”

Oh no. You recognized that husky voice anywhere. Your heart leaped into overdrive and your eyes snapped open to reveal Steve in sweatpants and a tight blue shirt. You loved the color blue on him.

“Yeah,” You replied, snapping out of you staring at him. “Thought I’d make some tea to see if it will help.”

“I’ve got it, you sit down,” Steve motioned for you to sit just as the kettle began whistling. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, he poured the hot liquid. “Jasmine?”

“Yes, and-”

“Two scoops of sugar,” Steve finished your sentence, placing the mug of hot tea in front of you. God, he was perfect. He even knew how you liked your tea. “Want to talk about it?”

Sipping on the tea, you felt the calming sensation pour through your body. “It’s nothing, really.”

“HYDRA?” Steve’s voice grew heavy with worry.

“No, not them. Just something that Wanda asked me to look out for,” You tried to avoid the topic of what exactly she asked you to watch for.

“Well, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” Steve gave you a warm smile. And just like that, the image of the future seemed to become a little bit clearer. The vision sharpened around the blurry form of Steve, bringing him into focus. Your heart sped up at this realization. It was now or never.

“Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about,” You set your mug down on the counter.

“Anything,” Steve turned his body to give you his full attention now. His blue eyes pierced your very being with the intensity of his focus.

“Okay, well, umm...” Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. With every passing beat of your heart, the image became clearer. You could begin to make out Steve’s expression in the future. Before you could change your mind, you blurted out the words. “Steve, I love you.”

Silence. That’s what you were met with, silence echoing in the air. Steve made no movement, only the slight rise and fall of his chest to let you know that he was still breathing. Your heart seemed to plummet into your stomach as the path that you just chose sharpened in your mind.

“Er, I gotta go,” You stumbled back from the chair at the counter. The hot tears welling behind your eyes were threatening to spill over. “I can see that my mom is about to call me, so I- yeah.”

You bolted from the room, leaving your tea behind. Trying to hold back the tears, you made your way through the labyrinth that was the compound to the safety of your room. The image of Steve just standing there, no expression on his face accentuated the tears that began to prick your eyes. You whipped your door open just as fast as you slammed it shut before crumpling into a heap on the ground. The tears spilled over your cheeks as sobs racked though your chest. Going in blind was a stupid idea. Telling Steve that you loved him was even worse.

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It had been days since you confessed your feelings to the Captain. You rarely left your room, only sneaking out for food when you deemed that the coast was clear. The only time you used your sight was to determine which paths towards the kitchen would lead you to bumping into Steve. Whichever ones echoed the most misery you avoided.

Wanda had tried to talk to you. Every time she knocked on your door, you either yelled at her to go away or just flat-out ignored her. Soon enough she resorted to calling and texting you. You weren’t sure when you shut off your phone and stuffed it under your mattress so it was out of sight. You knew that you were being mean and unfair to her. She just wanted to help, afterall. But you just wanted to lay in your bed in misery for a little while longer.

Wanting a change in scenery, you decided to turn the TV on and flip through the channels. Nothing caught your attention, and soon enough you turned it back off when you recognized the black and white movie that was playing on one of the channels. It was the same one you cuddled up to Steve under the blanket and watched with him in the living room.

Shoving the remote under your mattress to join your phone, you could feel the tears threaten to spill over for the hundredth time. Before you could give in to them, a knock sounded at your door.

“Go away, Wanda,” You grumbled, putting a pillow over your head to block out her knocking. “I told you, I don’t want to talk.”

“It’s not Wanda.”

There it was, that husky voice that still made you want to melt into a puddle even after all of the hurt you’ve been through.

“Will you please open the door, (Y/N)? I just want to talk,” Steve’s voice reverberated through the wood.

“I-I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” You mumbled.

“Please,” You heard the soft thud of Steve resting his forehead on the door. “I miss you.”

He missed you? You were almost positive that he would never want to talk to you again. Your confession destroyed whatever friendship you had.

“Just open the door,” Steve said. “You don’t have to say anything, just listen. I miss my best friend.”

Best friend? Before you could focus on the future before you, you opened your door to reveal a very sad-looking Steve.

Immediately, Steve’s eyes softened at the sight of you. Hair up in a messy bun and day-old sweats on, he was probably revolted at what he saw. “Oh, Doll-”

He moved to hug you, but you placed your hands on his firm chest to stop him from enveloping you in his arms. “Don’t. It will hurt too much.”

His face fell and was replaced with a look of hurt. “I am so sorry.”

Sorry? What was he sorry for? Not loving you? You couldn’t blame him for that, you supposed. “For what?”

“For ruining everything,” Steve’s hand found one of yours and gripped it tightly in his own.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” You tried to pull your hand from his strong grasp, but he wasn’t letting go. “I did. I should have never told you. Then we could at least still be friends.”

“No, I ruined it. Now will you please stop trying to pull your hand away from me and just listen for a second?” Steve demanded, catching your attention. You would listen to him, no matter how painful his words would be. You needed a clean break from Steve Rogers, so that you could maybe heal one day. “I love you.”

What? The confusion you felt must have read clearly on your face because Steve lept into an explanation. “I love you so much, and I ruined everything because I just stood there like an idiot and didn’t say anything. I was so shell-shocked that you loved me too that I didn’t know what to say until I saw you running back to your room. Then you kept avoiding me these past couple of days and I knew I ruined everything. I am so sorry, (Y/N), for letting you think that I didn’t love you for the past couple of days. But, Doll, I’m here to tell you that that can’t be farther from the truth.”

You didn’t see that coming. Steve, your Steve, loved you?

“Say something, Doll,” Steve shifted his weight onto his other leg. “Am I too late? Do you not love me anymore?”

That snapped you out of it. “Not love you anymore? I don’t think I could do that even if I tried.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes grew wide with hope. “You still love me, even after I almost ruined everything?” He wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you closer to his chest.

“Yes,” You could feel your face warming with the heat of excitement.

“I need to hear you say it, Doll,” Steve whispered to you, nudging his nose with yours as he leaned in.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” He breathed out before crashing his lips onto yours. It was better than you could ever expect, the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. The heat that spread through your body is what surprised you the most. The heat of his lips pressed against yours. The heat of his hands on your lower back, pulling you into his warm chest as he tightly gripped the loose fabric of your shirt. The heat that spread from your head all the way down to your toes, warming you up in the presence of Steve. As his lips moved from your lips down to your neck, the vision that formed in your mind left you almost as breathless as Steve’s kiss did.

The future that spanned before you was bright and full of color. You watched yourself being together with Steve, your two futures melding into one. You saw the many nights spent together, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings in the other’s ears. You saw your fingers gripping tightly onto his blonde locks, tugging in pleasure as his mouth worked his way down your body. You saw the two of you fighting back to back, protecting each other in what looked like to be a harrowing battle. You saw yourself in white, walking towards Steve down a long aisle. Images of your intertwined futures flashed before your eyes. Your hands with wedding bands interlocked. A tangle of legs in messy sheets as the morning sun shined through a window. A growing belly with Steve’s large hands placed protectively around the bump. Steve teaching your child how to ride a bike as the child shrieked “Mommy, look! I’m doing it!” The two of you growing old together, gray hair replacing his blonde locks. It was beautiful.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” Steve murmured against your skin, holding you tighter against him. “I just don’t get how you couldn’t see that.”

Pulling away slightly, you looked up into his steady blue eyes that held so much love for you. Cupping his cheek in your hand, you thought back to the vision of you two together. “I do now,” You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss that was sure to be followed by many, many more.

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