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No, I don't have a script for this But I know the right words exist // Body — Sleeping at Last

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[starrphantom]

Ava had been making irregular visits to Scott’s new place for her supposed “therapy sessions.” After what had happened with symbiotes, she needed a way to get the thoughts out in a less-destructive and self-destructive manner. Talking, Scott said, was one way of doing that. And talking through the little walkie-talkie felt too impersonal. She paused half-way through the window when she spotted Steve there instead. She hadn’t called ahead nor asked if Scott was even available, showing up with no notice and expecting him to just be there. Caught off-guard, she blurted out the first thought that came to mind. “Has anyone every told you you’re very attractive?” Ohmygod.

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#xcapt-americas-ass #the truth hurts hour

[kochou-gakure]

Meeting At the Playground

With how peaceful everything had become in the city, ir was difficult for Betsy to tell how much time had passed. It had become easier, however, with the rhythmic pattern of the lights going on and off to signal when people went to bed and woke each “morning.” Not the best, but it was better tham stumbling through the dark city, trying to figure out which day of the week it was. The incident of the symbiotes had forced her to isolate herself, to sit and meditate for long periods of time to recollect and find herself once more. She thought she’d had all the control, but her mind had been reduced to shambles after the primal drives of the parasitic creature. Only now had she found the time to see the new transformations of the city, one of them being a newly-built playground. Thankfully empty for the time being. That gave her time to try out one of the swings for a bit, until she saw a familiar face. A quick wave was all she needed to catch his attention. “Well, if it isn’t the boy scout.”

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#xcapt-americas-ass #the truth hurts hour

[ilovedandiloved]

A walk in the park.

      She wanted to swim. And not to just, swim-swim. She wanted to be in the sea, dive into the freshwater, to feel the salt burn in her eyes and to catch a fish in her-       -Wait.

      Fish.       Ew! 

      Sure, sushi was one thing, but catching fish herself? It was.. unpleasant! Fishing was never her thing, and grabbing something with her bare hands just sent a shudder along her spine. Not to mention catching something with her mouth---! Why in the world would she even think of that? Why did it come to mind? And where did this urge to go jump into some sort of body of water come from?! Oh, the thought made her feel sick!       ...Was it the thought along that made her feel sick? Something was making her feel sick. Ill and weak, actually. All that and this unknown drive to just.. swim!  

      So here she was. She had managed to make her way through the people mourning their loss, having been initially out there with them. However, when the mist hit? That had caused a bit of chaos, and among it, Pepper found herself making her way towards Central Park on foot. It wasn't too bad getting there, considering everything, and it only took till now to realize what she was doing. This sudden need within her to get to the water's edge and just-

      Thankfully, before the woman could do anything she would regret, she felt eyes on her. It felt both threatening and familiar, so in confused, she turned right around. 

#xcapt-americas-ass #06:66

[hereshawkguy]

Mending Fences

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Steve couldn’t help that his lips twitched down in a slight frown when Clint mentioned Tony being holed up in his lab, a blink-and-miss-it flash of worry for a man he’d once considered a friend, and would like to again, but… Well, that was an entirely different issue. “Ah, well,” the not-so-super-soldier trailed off unsure of how to finish the sentence, so instead he deflected.

The free Barton life lesson had Steve arching a brow and then he was laughing, face lighting up with a grin, clearly amused. “Well, if Ross ever catches up to me I’m glad I’ve got a contingency plan in my back pocket, thank you, Clint.” It was a bit sassy, Steve glad that they could so easily fall back into their friendship despite whatever craziness seemed to happen between them.

Steve’s lips parted to insist they wouldn’t need the first aid kits, that between Steve’s enhancements and Scott’s gathered supplies they’d be okay, but then Steve remembered that he wasn’t enhanced anymore, was in fact rather frail and he closed his mouth and just nodded his agreement. The mention of too-small clothes earned Clint another laugh and a sidelong look, Steve shaking his head a bit. “That would be much appreciated.” He took a moment to think of what else they could possibly need and then shook his head. “I can’t think of anything else.”

Clint nodded in agreement with Steve’s brief assessment. They knew how Tony could get. They wanted to help, but they weren’t the ones to do it. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” he told him, patting his shoulder.

Clint joined in Steve’s laughter. It felt good to laugh at something so mundane as mug shots. “That’s right. Give them the Blue Steel and you’ll be all set once you get out,” he reasoned. Just in case Steve hadn’t been able to watch that movie yet, he gestured to his face to demonstrate. “Yours will be better, I’m sure. I’ve been told my constant bandages ruin it.”

Clint nodded to Steve before he went into the mansion for the supplies. He took a few minutes to make sure he found everything the other needed before he came back outside and handed them over. Despite Steve’s reassurances, he’d shoved some protein packs in the bags as well, just to be sure. “Alright, here you go. I’m completely exhausted and I’m going to go lay down before I fall down. You need anything from here, you let me know. I mean that,” he told him sternly. “I don’t care what’s happening, we are still teammates and we take care of each other,” he told him. “You die because you didn’t ask for him and I swear I will resurrect you again so I can kill you myself and judging by how things are going, I give myself a 50/50 chance of being able to pull that off,” he smacked Steve’s shoulder, but made sure to be more gentle than normal. “Take care.”

#Mending Fences #xcapt americas ass #With Great Power

[the-oldest-reaper]

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Steve nodded along as they walked, most of his attention on Death, though he was keeping an ear out for what was going on around them. It wouldn’t do to be caught off guard by…well, it was impossible to be certain what was out hiding in the dark, but whatever it may or may not be Steve was staying alert.

“Oh, there’ll be food at the Mansion. Tony’s managed to keep it stocked up.” Or so Steve had heard, he hadn’t actually been there himself to see, but then he and Tony had a complicated history. “We can definitely find you a meal, at least.”

Steve was nodding his agreement again, happy that Death was allowing him to provide even this modicum of guidance. While he hadn’t known it before, now that he could remember the seventy years of conversations he’d had with Death he was fairly certain they were the only thing that kept him sane while he was trapped in the ice. If he’d had to experience seventy years of frozen waiting without anyone to speak to he would have come out of it a very different man. So, it felt good to be able to pay Death back for that kindness, though he had a feeling if he were to say that to her she’d say that he didn’t owe her anything.

“Don’t worry, it’s not too far from here.”

Death was used to being aware of everything all at once. Though she was limited in a lot of ways in her knowledge, she was still accustomed to vastly superior perception than she was experiencing now. She noticed that Steve was alert, as was his nature. She found herself trying to reach out with her power as she normally did, but finding little information from it outside of her small frame.

At the thought of a meal, Death felt an odd sensation in her abdomen. It was uncomfortable, but not something she recognized as immediately worrisome. Her hand went to her stomach and she considered Steve again. “I believe I am hungry. I am willing to try whatever is provided,” she told him. Having no idea what she would prefer or dislike, she did not want to take from others who had to be more selective.

“Worry,” Death repeated. She never worried or at least she didn’t think she did. She felt, but her emotions were not that of a human or much of any mortals. “I am not worried,” she assured him. She looked at the dome and saw the flash of the power stone.

“I am angry.”

#Warmer Reunion #xcapt americas ass #With Great Power #(el fin)

[davos-steelserpent]

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As they walked Steve kept one eye on the man and one eye on the sleep-walker, not wanting to lose track of either of them for completely different reasons.

At the other man’s words, Steve nodded in agreement. “Only if it’s needed. I’m hoping it’s not and we can go our separate ways once she’s safe inside.” He had to assume that whoever she was tied to would be safe for her to be around, even Steve aware that his ability to protect others only went so far when things like magic and metaphysical soul bonds were involved.

It was a few more blocks before the girl would be safe inside the building, or at least as safe as she would be anywhere under this dome. She had taken a liking to whoever was stringed to her. She wasn’t Davos’s prisoner and he had told her she was free to choose her own path in life. Finally, she opened the door to the apartment building and he watched her ascend the stairs and open the door to the apartment. Relieved, he stepped back from the entryway and looked over at the blonde.

“She is safe,” Davos confirmed with obvious relief in his voice. He turned from the door and started to make his way back to the sidewalk. “Well, it seems our business has been conducted. We should ensure we nor our partners are the ones in need of guardians next,” he suggested. Though he’d struggled to keep from falling asleep, he also had no interest in being in the middle of a fight or anywhere else dangerous when a likely innocent person shambled up to him because of their pairing. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Davos told him, his manners returning now that the task at hand was complete. “I do not mean to be insulting, but I have others to watch over. Perhaps next time,” he told the man before he departed. He doubled back to make sure the other had left, but he could not spend more time that needed away from the group.

#Girl worth fighting for #xcapt americas ass #Strings of Fate #(el fin)

[bamfingblueberryelf]

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Steve nodded in agreement at the observation. While their current situation wasn’t ideal, it could also be a whole hell of a lot worse, as Steve had discovered several times in the past few months. Being small again was a pain, but…it was a manageable pain this time around.

The corner of Steve’s lips quirked up in a small smile at the other’s optimism. Had Steve ever been that bright-eyed? Maybe, he must’ve been to think a five-foot-four scrap of a human being could do anything to significantly aid in the war effort, but those days felt like they were several lifetimes ago, more of a dream than a memory. With everything that happened since he came out of the ice…some days he was just glad that he hadn’t lost his faith in people.

“Well, you’re right about that at least. I just want to help out as much as I can, and I’m more effective when I can reach the top shelf.” He chuckled the sound a bit wry, but when he looked at Kurt his smile was genuine. “Must be strange for you too, bein’ different all of a sudden. Or ‘normal’, whatever that means.”

Kurt wasn’t sure why Steve was smiling, but it was a kind smile so he returned it easily. He drew his jacket tighter around him as he considered the other man. They were both cold and wet. He wanted to get somewhere warm and dry, but it was much harder to travel in the dark now, especially when his legs kept wobbling beneath him.

Kurt laughed about being short. “I’ve never been tall enough for that. I learned to climb very early, much to my mother’s delight and worry,” he remembered. At least not everything changed between the worlds. “It is very strange,” he admitted with a nod. He held out his pale hands and looked at his too many fingers. “I admit that they do not feel like mine,” he told the other.

“As odd as it is, I want to enjoy what I have while it remains. I wondered what it would be like to look like this my whole life. I am not going to be upset because I need to learn how to walk without a tail,” Kurt stood up, using the wall to help him. “I am ready for more practice,” he told him. “Would you like to come with? I know a place that is warm, dry, and has food,” he told him, leading the way.

#Apologies #xcapt americas ass #With Great Power #(el fin)

[wintersurvivor]

MISSION PARAMETERS. [ CHAPTER 01. TEETH FT @xcapt-americas-ass​. ]

He’d gone to Brooklyn because he was sick and tired and missing his home. When he first came out of the ice, he hadn’t been able to get an apartment because of the cost of rent. He’d found an apartment elsewhere, but it wasn’t the same -- it was never truly home. So he went to Brooklyn, hoping to find something to remind him of the place he once knew.

And as he was walking, he found things getting ever increasingly stranger. At first he was heading down the sidewalk, and then suddenly the air filled with a red mist and he could hardly see farther away. He was immediately put on edge and was grateful that he still had his shield strapped to his back.

 It was still weird to call the shield his. It was supposed to be Steve’s. 

He tentatively made his way further into the city. Things seemed eerie, but he couldn’t exactly just turn around and walk away. He had a duty to the people here to keep them safe. 

It didn’t take long for him to realize that things were really wrong here. It seemed technology didn’t work anymore, and so word of mouth was the only way to get information around. He found his way around by talking to people. And it was easy to pin point a place to start ; the recent heist at Stark Tower.

There he found Vision, and got the gist of what had happened. What got his attention was the proficiency with which it had been executed. The footage of the two strangers had been grainy at best. He’d been unable to distinguish who they were, but he knew they were out there, and Bucky planned to stop them. For the city’s sake. Who else would do it, if not Captain America?

Still, he missed home. 

At the end of a day of searching, he wandered the streets and let his feet take him where they wanted. He knew by now that he wasn’t anywhere remotely close to home. Somehow, he’d fallen into a different universe. He wondered who had been Captain America here, if any. Surely Vision would have mentioned if there had been.

When he roused from his restless thoughts, he found himself back in Brookyln. He walked the unfamiliar streets of a city he once knew as his heart yearned for a different time. When things were simpler, when he’d been happy. But he knew he couldn’t go back ; he had to face the present. And he had to find a place to stay for the night.

#01. TEETH. #[ thread. ] #[ HOUR 05. ] #[ xcapt-americas-ass. ]

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Hi! Sorry if this is weird, but I just wanted to tell you that I love your tags on the ShieldAnt “I’d choose you” gif (and super appreciate that you tagged it in the first place, lmao, it’s the little things in life), & that I am super impressed & really pleased that you figured out that it was AU Scott as Yellow Jacket (and that it was from an RP!), lol. Anyways, I love your blog (there’s not enough ShieldAnt shippers/content out there, haha) and you made my day a little brighter, so thanks :)

No, no, no, it’s not weird at all! In fact, I should be honest, I actually found your blog a while ago through your “Endgame” gifsets. I loved those sets, so I’ll occasionally check back and read through it. Like, I also really like the thread “A Clipped Wing.” The tension there is so good. Oh, and I love that you tag Yellowjacket!Scott as “firefly.” I dunno why, but it just gets to me. XD

I’m sorry for kinda fangirling all over you, but like you said, the ship is so rare (unfortunately) and I was thrilled to find your stuff. You’re totally welcome and I’m glad I could do that! And thank you for sharing your awesome work! :-D

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[snarkingmechanic]

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Tony hated being this small again.  It wasn’t that he liked it the first time around, far from it, boarding school being shorter and smarter than all the other kids was its own form of torture.  This felt much the same though without the older kids around to make life even more awful.  He couldn’t reach what he needed to and hands were unsuited to the tasks he needed to do.

He flung his third wrench of the day across the room and jumped down from his workbench.  “This sucks!  Guys, clean this up, I’m going for snacks,” he said doing his best to stalk out.

Once in the kitchen, he used a chair to help him get up on the counter so he could search through the cupboard.  “Where did I hide those cookies?” he muttered to himself as he began tossing things out to find what he was looking for.

#xcapt americas ass #rogers thread 01

[not-looking-for-forgifness-moved]

Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers Because they never got to hang around with boys at school 

She seems, pristine, but don't be deceived, 'cause she's not that naive // Posh Girls — Scouting for Girls

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[starrphantom]

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So close. So close to making it a single month without being in pain. Scott’s plan had worked, the particles soaring through her keeping her stable. No more going on the fritz, no more losing control of herself. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt whole. The occasion called for a celebration. A quick trip to the “store” wouldn’t hurt, something nice and sweet to mark the occasion. The downpour of rain was sudden, but not something she couldn’t arm herself against with a simple umbrella. It was refreshing, being able to smell the rain and feel the moisture on her skin, not having it fall through her like some kind of ghost. If she had the time, she could walk through the city for hours, actually seeing what it had to offer and imagine what it looked like during the day. Then a familiar profile crossed her path. The nose and chin were the same, but this person was so much shorter, the coat they were practically dragging on the ground behind them in the rain. That couldn’t be... He had a beard the last time, another him, and now he was... Another alternate-Steve? “Steve...?” She flailed her free hand, waving at him to get his attention. If it was a mistake, then there were worse things to be embarrassed about. And it would be a test to see what ground they stood on. This Steve and her hadn’t exactly parted ways on good terms. It would be nice to get over that hump (called Scott) and at least be civil with each other.

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[kochou-gakure]

Two Halves of a Shield

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Psylocke found it difficult to remain at the Tower with the ache in her chest. One would think that being in the infirmary would have provided her with the relief she was looking for, but there was nothing in those cupboards that could provide her with relief. Underneath all the pain, her thoughts still drifted back to the man she’d left behind in the storage facility. Steve, he’d said his name was. A tall glass of water she had no interest in drinking. She listened to the longing her heart and tried to find the shortest route back... if she could remember where the dang place was. The ache, however, seemed to serve as a compass: going in the wrong direction made it worse; the opposite was true. She hated that she was being led around like this, but her lungs were burning for relief. It all seemed to splinter apart into fine, glittering dust when she spotted a lone figure in the park. Something in the back of her mind told her everything was going to be alright, and descended to the ground with an unknowing smile. “Is that you, Steve?” she called out, ignoring her heart telling her she was right.

#xcapt-americas-ass #thready hour

[sexy-senator-renard]

‘til the end of the line

Steve’s dumb, heroic, patriotic ass was in this godforsaken place somewhere and it was damned frustrating that Bucky hadn’t been able to track him down yet. He’d have bet a million bucks that Steve was in here because this was exactly the kind of disaster Steve was drawn towards like a magnet. He knew damn well he was in here because he’d had it confirmed by people he’d talked to but no one seemed to be able to tell him much or give him a location. Figured that he could track down any mark he ever needed to as Hydra’s soldier but in this stupid quarantine zone he couldn’t track down the person that mattered most in the world to him. Bucky was trying to channel his irritation, frustration (and a considerable amount of worry) into productivity and tap into The Asset’s skill set to finally find Steve once and for all. Nevermind that he’d done this kind of methodical searching dozens of times before already, he was damn determined to make Steve materialize in this endless wintery darkness if only through sheer force of will. 

At least, that’s what he’d thought four hours ago (at least it felt like that long ago, it was damn hard to tell time in this eternal darkness) and he was really getting frustrated. It was dangerous for him to get so irritated and angry because there was still a lot of underlying rage and crap that he hadn’t quite worked through so when he got angry it tended to come out in an explosive way. Like, for example, how he’d just screamed and wasted ammo on a helpless stop sign. Fuck. Slinging his rifle back onto his back (it was a little frightening that he didn’t actually remember grabbing it) he closed his eyes and tried to practice the breathing he’d learned in Wakanda. He counted a little, took some deep breaths, focused and got himself at least somewhat back under control. Opening his eyes again, feeling somewhat calmer, he decided on a course of action. Rooftops. He’d try the rooftops again. 

A few minutes later, he was walking along the edge of a rooftop scanning the streets when he saw a light bobbing along down there. It was a neighbourhood without power and Bucky had brought a light too, though his night vision was generally pretty good and he didn’t have his on right now. Running a few feet ahead on the rooftop, he turned around, crouched down and pulled his rifle off his back again, this time purposefully, looking through the scope to see who it might be. What, or rather who, he saw made him nearly lose his balance. What the fuck? He pulled back, breath stuttering for a minute, before he carefully looked back through the scope. It showed the same thing: Steve, finally, but small, like before the serum. Only he was wearing the uniform he’d worn in the battle of Wakanda and had that renegade beard he’d been sporting...but there were also glasses, and the uniform didn’t fit, and he was that little punk from before the war that didn’t know how to back down from a fight. Relief and a strong wave of nostalgia hit him so hard he worried he might fall off the roof for a moment. Swallowing, he lowered the rifle and put it back, wetting his lips and smiling in spite of himself. And then he did something stupid but he couldn’t help himself: he stood and jumped off the roof so he’d land a few feet in front of Steve. It was a low roof and the serum seemed to be working right now (his arm didn’t feel really heavy, anyway) so he took the chance. Luckily, it paid off and he stood slowly, the grin spreading without him being able to help it. He’d probably startled the shit out of Steve and that shield (it looked like it had the wrong colours, for some reason, like it was darker) might be headed his way but Bucky was too giddy to care. He walked quickly towards Steve as he spoke, just barely able to keep himself from breaking into a run.  

“You’re a hard man to track down. ‘Course I was lookin’ for a bigger target, so maybe that’s why.” 

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[hereshawkguy]

Mending Fences

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Steve winced as he heard the details of the heist. He’d figured out the broad strokes thanks to hazy memories, but it was different hearing someone else talk about it. More real. “Well, damn. Bet Stark had conniptions about that.” Steve doubted Tony woulda been happy with the Tower getting blown up, even if it was only a little bit.

Not expecting Clint to stop so suddenly Steve almost walked off without him, but he caught himself and backed up with a curious expression so that they both stayed under the umbrella and out of the rain. The hand on his forehead and the question earned the archer an eye roll, but a chuckle followed the gesture. “I’m feeling fine, thank you.” Mention of the PSAs he did made him grimace a bit. “Y’know, that may be one of the only perks of being an international fugitive. No one’s really clamouring for me to do propaganda and PSAs anymore.” It wasn’t that PSAs weren’t important, the information he’d been delivering hadn’t been the problem, it was the kitschy way they’d insisted he filmed the videos.

They started walking again and Steve shook his head. “Whatever you can spare without depriving others, I suppose. We’re pretty set on food, got a lotta canned stuff. It’s everything else that’s hard to find, at least in the Bronx.” And he couldn’t stop the way he twitched slightly, lips twitching down as he reminded himself he was currently living in the Bronx of all places. He was just glad the dome ended before Yankee Stadium, the Brooklynite still irrationally angry that the Dodgers moved to LA.

Clint gave a laugh about Tony and his tower. “He either shouted at the bots until it was all fixed, or he hasn’t noticed yet. The way he’s been in his lab all the time, he might not have noticed yet,” he pointed out. Clint know that Tony would get hyperfocused about how to fix problems and normal things like eating would go unnoticed. He could only imagine how this situation had the inventor focused on the dome.

Clint tried to hid a chuckle about Steve’s ‘perk’ but he couldn’t help it. “Oh yea, most fugitives aren’t asked to instill life lessons in wayward youths. Sometimes they do get modeling careers though. There’s that one guy whose mug shot looked so good, he got hired out of prison. So let that be a lesson for you. Don’t get punched in the face and fix your hair before they snap your picture,” he offered as if this information was in any way helpful. 

Clint knew Steve well enough to know that he wasn’t going to take what he wasn’t going to need and use. That was the other reason he didn’t mind making sure the man had supplies. “We’ve got some small first aid kits and I can probably find some clothes for you, if you need them,” he offered. “I’ll make sure they are at least a couple sizes up from mine this time,” he joked, remembering Steve struggling to fit into one of his shirts after they’d both unexpectedly stopped being children. “Anything else?” he wondered.

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