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[thedarcydichotomy]

Steve & Darcy’s wedding 💖💖💖

Artwork by the fantabulous @hopelessartgeek commissioned as a gift for myself and my incredible Steve @freedompersonified

[mamabarnes]

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“Elizabeth Agnes Barnes, you clear up that mess right now- oh hello, Steven,” Winifred was taken slightly by surprise, having been shouting over her shoulder to the middle of her three daughters and not looking where she was going, laundry basket balanced on her hip. A smile crossed her lips at the sight of the blonde, who she practically considered as one of her own children these days. Lord knew, he’d spent enough time in her home, and James at his.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

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Peggy laughs, smoothing her hands along his now gloriously bare chest as she grins up at him. “Well, then let’s also add another blanket statement that I will never be more fond of you wearing a shirt than I am of you without them,” she chuckles, tilting up onto her toes to press a soft kiss to his jaw. “How would you feel about breakaway shirts?” teases Peggy.

[lives-by-moonlight]

Drinking The Midnight Oil

@freedompersonified​

Roland had been at the bar for a little over an hour. He had been nursing a few drink while he sat on the bar stool, staring up at the hockey game. Once in a while he wasn’t in a mood to go home, and his version of isolate socializing was just this, letting his more introverted side go out with itself. Home could be boring sometimes, and he could get good finger food here. 

The bar wasn’t actively busy, but there were a few other guys or small groups around. He didn’t really pay them any mind, they were more of the silent type and he understood that. When he heard the door open and saw the new blonde start to approach the bar, he didn’t mean to look. It wasn’t like he was looking for any company. Roland tried to take him in as much as he could through quick side glances and the corner of his eye. He didn’t want it to be obvious, but the guy could turn heads. And what an ass.

He forces himself to look away and move his gaze back up to the television. He didn’t want to creep the man out. And, he wasn’t looking, he told himself. And he might be presumptuous to hope he may be gay. But...maybe a little hint never hurt. And Roland knew how to talk himself down from an offended straight guy. Whispering to the bartender, he told her to get the blonde’s drink on his tab.

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     Natasha has gotten used to Steve’s dramatics. He has some deep-seated instincts that revolve around sacrificing himself for other people and Nat has knocked him upside the head for that kind of behavior multiple times. 

     “If they won’t die, don’t try to die for them!” She yelled at him once. He had somewhat taken that to heart and tried to be more careful. Natasha had also made the offhand remark that he should think about how many more people would die in the future if he needlessly lost his life and wasn’t there to save him.

     It wasn’t a fair way to keep him safe, but she was hardly above manipulation. Some day she’d deal with his psyche and actually figure out how to prove to him that he was valuable beyond his ability to save people. Until then, she’d use guilt, extortion, or anything else that worked to keep him alive. 

     Over the years, he’d gotten significantly better at protecting himself, possibly because of Natasha’s continuous prodding, and came home with less scrapes and wounds. She was grateful, because Steve was neither immune to pain nor completely invincible. Nat would do anything, give anything, be anything to keep him from harm, but that’s not how the world works. She can’t stop him from being himself, and wouldn’t want to. Saving people is at the core of who he is, and now it’s part of her core too. All she can do is watch his back. 

     Apparently, she isn’t good enough at that either. 

     The assailants catch them both off guard, a monumental achievement. Natasha and Steve fight their way through about a dozen AIM agents before ending up cornered in an alleyway. . She wordlessly nods to Steve, shooting a grappling hook over the ledge of the building nearby, and starts climbing. As soon as she’s at the top, she’ll be able to watch his back and shoot down their attackers so he can join her. 

     Nat scrambles up the cord as quickly as she can, but glances down at Steve’s voice. “Don’t you dare,” he’s growling, shield slamming into a man’s face. It’s only then that she notices another person in the back hoisting a grenade launcher onto their shoulder. She curses, jumping back down into the fray. Quickly, she snags Steve’s shield and slams it into the opening of the weapon, both causing it to backfire and protecting the two of them from the blast. Her ears slowly stop ringing and she rises to her feet. At some point, Steve’s arm had come protectively around her, and she sighs, sagging into his comfortable warmth. The people who attacked are knocked out or dead, her head is swimming from a concussion caused by the explosion, and all she wants is to go home. 

     Complacency? Exhaustion? She’ll make up a thousand excuses later and not one of them will be enough. Her eyes slam back open at the sound of a gunshot, and Steve lurches in her arms. With her holding the shield, nothing was in the way of him being shot in the back. Even as she looks around for the sniper, the silence tells her that her target is gone. She carefully lowers him to the ground, keeping pressure on the wound. 

     “Hold your hand here,” she murmurs, because he looks about as woozy as she does now. “Come on, you’ll be fine. I’ll call for help.” 

                 He has to be fine. If he’s not, she’ll tear this whole damn world apart.

[amomentxofhappiness]

@freedompersonified​ captain barnes | winter soldier rogers

       James really thought he was getting used to this century, after all things weren’t that different. Things were simpler in a way, people could be who they wanted and love who they wanted and everyone had a little radio to communicate. Trips were faster, cars were faster and greater--unfortunately people’s stupidity was also. And now Nat and he were on the run, Fury was dead, someone had tried to kill him twice and shit, if it wasn’t his mind playing games on him he’d think it was somehow Steve on that rooftop two nights ago. He had thought that much; he refrained from telling Natasha because he didn’t want to see her expression when she called him a nutjob. 

         But it had been Steve because Steve was the one that had been pointing a gun at him, Steve had taken a shot at Nat and she was bleeding from her arm, that had fought him as not many could and banged his metal arm against the pavement missing his head by an inch. Steve was somehow part of fucking HYDRA. 

          Steve, his Steve would’ve never done that. Steve was kind, and good hearted and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He wouldn’t be this quiet ghost assassin that---No.

          “Steve...?” he asked with voice trembling and almost dropping his shield when the other pointed a gun at him. 

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@freedompersonified​ the plotted thing i owed you

       “You’re such a good boy aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are,” Marta whispered to the adorable little dog who seemed terribly excited to be pampered. She had a thing for dogs, big or small she always found them adorable and usually the rougher ones, the ones that people called evil would just come to her and be adorable. 

         She didn’t normally stopped in the park but this dog was just too cute and it took her a moment to realize he had the service dog harness. “Oh. Oh,” she stopped patting his head right away. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize he was a service dog, he’s so friendly. I’m very very sorry,” she apologized again to the owner whom she had completely ignored until five seconds ago. It took her another minute to place the guy--for a moment she froze thinking it was somehow Ransom that had found a way out of jail but then she met the guys’ eyes and stopped being an idiot. She needed to stop being afraid of Ransom and seeing him everywhere--though this guy did look like him but also like... what was the guy’s name? “You--You were Miss Carter’s friend. I’m-I’m Marta. I was Miss Carter’s nurse.”

[captainsmother]

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“It’s you, isn’t it?”

[agecfmiracles-archive2]

@freedompersonified​ || sc.

“I have something I need to tell you, Steve,” Bucky says with utmost sincerity. He comes as near Steve as he’s comfortable—about four feet away—and stares deeply into his eyes. This is serious shit, he tries to convey with a single look. Then, with severe gravity, he breaks the news: “Steve...you smell like horse shit. How long has it been since you did laundry?”

[brooklynislandgirl]

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//I know the feeling too - I’ve literally never gotten anon hate, which I’m both thankful for and confused by because I *know* I have some unpopular opinions

It's because you are precious and perfect, just like your muse <3

[projectwinter]

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Continued from ask

Steve immediately sat forward from where he had been otherwise mostly relaxed in an armchair brows pulling together in instant concern. “What do you mean, Buck?” he asked quietly.

He really should have known how Steve would react to his not-quite-throw-away comment. “Calm down.”, Bucky replied immediately, waving his right hand once, dismissive. “I didn’t get brainwashed again.”, the joke was accompanied by a sour smile. 

Sucking in a deep breath, he stared down at his mechanical hand where it hung loosely between his knees. “I just ... “, words were still sometimes hard to come by and as he searched for the rigth ones, his lips twisted into a thin line. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Everyone around me is ... someone. Someone with a purpose.”

He glanced up at Steve, an apology in his eyes. “I gotta find something for me. I ... don’t want to just ... sit around.”

[hcwardstcrk]

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“Steve. Pssst. Over here.” The 21st Century was a culture shock to both of them. At least, he assumed it was. It was to Howard. One of the first things he had done, however, was track down what had become of Steve, if he was ever found, and what information he received from his research, blew his mind beyond belief. It had taking him a while, but he eventually got into a position to reveal his presence to the Captain. The man who was very much alive, against all odds.

“Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t expect to see my handsome face, eh?" He turned off the boat, hopped off it and approached the man, unable to stop that smile on his face. 

[burnedpower]

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"NO WAY. captain america?! was beginnin’ t’think i’d never get t’meet ya. i always end up skipping the heroes in history. makes me feel bad about m’self, meetin’ them.” she laughed; a joke. yes, definitely a joke.

“m’name’s the doctor. and might i say; it’s such a pleasure t’meet ya. got all your trivia, all y’promotional posters, everythin’. bit embarassin’ really. oh, and i’m a big fan of the way y’carry around a shield rather than a gun.”

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

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     Steve is always up at an ungodly hour in the morning. Natasha is hardly a late riser, but even she isn’t willing to go running every morning quite that early. Besides, while she does run occasionally (and sometimes with him), she often prefers other types of exercise. 

     It’s rare that Steve leaving their bed doesn’t wake her though, and often times she’ll snag his hand as he gets up, pressing a kiss to it before curling back under the covers for a few more minutes of shut-eye. By the time she wakes properly, he’ll be getting back in again and heading to the showers while she plonks herself at the desk to skim through what she needs to do today. it’s only when intel is passed along, mission details are filed away, and Steve is clean and dressed, that they tackle their anticlimactic breakfast, lean into each other in the doorway, and then go about their individual days. It’s a comfortable routine, broken only by occasionally having to save the world. 

     Today is different, though, because Natasha doesn’t wake when the bed creaks, signaling the start of Steve’s day. The weight shifts next to her, but Nat remains lost in her dreams. It’s only expected that she’d be exhausted, given the nature of her injuries yesterday, and how late she got in last night, but Steve must find it strange to be able to sit there and watch her without interruption. 

     Slowly his hand stretches out, brushing the vibrant red hair away from Natasha’s face, frowning at the wound on her cheek. It will inevitably be gone in a few days, but it still unsettles him to see it. 

     The touch rouses her and she catches his wrist with a soft, sleepy smile. 

                “Is my face that awful for you to look at me like that?” 

     He shakes his head ruefully, and bends down to place a kiss on her hair. 

                                                “Never.”

[amomentxofhappiness]

@freedompersonified - endgame spoilers

Bucky was a little nervous about Steve going on his own to the past. He had seen him here and there while he was on the run since Shuri started fixing him up but he missed him everyday. A little more every day. Bucky loved the present times, not just in Wakanda which seemed out of this world but in general. Things werent so bleak or final and he wanted to see this word alongside Steve but he was afraid he wouldnt come back, that he'd want to stay im the past with Peggy.

Bruce's countdown felt like the longest five minutes of his life until Steve came back into view. Taking a step closer to the platform, Buck couldnt help lettig go of the breath he was holding and smiled at the blonde.

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@freedompersonified the designated survivor au

       Jesse was taking a sabbatical from the stage and had just wrapped up that netflix TV show so he was glad to be back home with the twins and his HUSBAND. Because Steve was his husband now. Usually, the twins were in bed by this hour but there was the state of the union and Steve had been called to be the designated something and was locked into an office building watching TV. The LEAST Jesse could do was bring good pizza and the twins’ with their respective bottles and baby blankets to cheer him up. 

         “Oh God, can his speech be worse? I thought you had writers for these things,” Jesse teased while chewing happily on a slice and shushing quietly the twins to sleep. “So since I’m done with shooting and well... Should we go on a trip somewhere?”