#intohero

[whitesuited]

she's usually not one to complain -------- at least she doesn't think she is. sure; she's had her moments in the past where she'd gone and let the mix of frustration and her temper get the better of her, but she likes to think she's gotten better at that. now though ----------- she's trying desperately to keep her mouth shut without chewing a hole in her cheek.

the comm light keeps blinking, and they both know who's waiting there on the other end of the line for their report. the last person she wants to talk to right now is nick fury, and she hopes that steve can see just how done she is simply in the way she looks at him.

( she has to wonder if he knows how many times she's gotten her hands dirty for him ------ to spare him having to do something that might reflect poorly on that star - spangled image that means so much to so many people. for as much as she likes to tease him about being a walking advert for hot dogs and apple pie or swearing she hears yankee doodle every time he speaks, she gets it. )

        ❝ don’t say i never do anything for you. ❞  @intohero​​​​​ says with a sigh as he glances from her to the flashing light on the dash. her nose crinkles as she exaggerates the smile she gives him in return, knowing that while the scales may not be even in her eyes, he's gone and tipped it a little bit more so.

        "be sure to tell him i don't say hi."

[hakune-a]

@intohero:  🤫 : a secretive text / sam!

[ text  /  steve, 11:45am ] ... [ text  /  steve, 11:45am ]  You want me to hide a what?

steve MISSED YOUR CALL. steve MISSED YOUR CALL.

[ text  /  steve, 11:50am ] Steven Grant if you don’t pick up the phone right now

[devilculpa]

@intohero​ asked: " i'll walk you home. "     simping softness prompts.

HE  IS  ABOUT  TO  DECLINE.  BE  POLITE.  the  way  to  his  home,  he  knows  it  well  and  while  this  is  hell’s  kitchen  and  maybe  a  blind  man  shouldn’t  walk  alone  (  he  is  no  easy  prey  though,  he  feels  everything,  the  vibrations  on  the  ground,  the  gentle  scent  of  everyone’s  cologne  ).  all  things  consider,  he  is  maybe  a  bit  taken  with  the  alcohol  he  had  been  taken  that  night  and  in  the  end,  matt  simply  nods;  cane  on  his  hand  and  the  other  hand  reaches  for  an  arm,  ruffled  of  a  jacket  tells  him  it’s  being  offered.  “thanks.  you  don’t  have  to,  you  know?”

[shapedcentury]

@intohero:  what was it like for bucky after the fall having to realize that steve wasn’t going to come rescue him? was it even a realization or did he hold out hope as long as possible?

bucky is in a significantly different position being captured as a pow after the fall versus azzano; during the latter no one was really batting an eye if they died, either from the serum experimentation or overwork, and so he was fully expecting to die in there — but after the fall was when he realized he was intentionally being kept alive. and that changed a lot of things, for him: it meant hyd.ra had plans, and it also meant he had a chance of breaking out of there himself ... that was always sort of in the back of his mind in the beginning [ though how far he would have gotten: probably not very far considering he was still dealing with the loss of a limb ]. it would have been a shot in the dark for the team to go and try to look for the body [ and it wouldn’t have been a far fetched assumption to assume there would Only be a body for them to find ], and even if they did manage to pinpoint the exact place where he fell it would’ve likely been after hy.dra found him. so in a way he was never expecting to get rescued per se, but he had held out hope that steve and the rest of the howlies would have found wherever he was being held eventually, and take the base down just like all the other ones they’d destroyed before … and then they would be one step closer to the war ending for good. and if he had stayed alive until then, maybe they would have found him. except obviously, that day never came, and hy.dra continued to thrive — especially after steve’s death. while he very much refused to believe steve had been killed / thought it was faked to break his spirit, it still worked on him, and the brainwashing / torture methods became more effective. so after steve’s death, it wasn’t so much a slow realization that he would not come to rescue bucky as much as it was his hope fizzling out slowly & he began to forget steve more and more.

[bowvenger]

@intohero​     /     sign: do you want me to stay? 

"   you   don't   have   to   ---   "   hands   pause   their   movements   with   his   words   ,   &   for   a   moment   ,   a   look   of   uncertainty   crosses   clint's   face   as   he   considers   his   answer   for   another   moment   before   starting   again   .      "   if   you   don't   want   ,   i   mean   .   i   won't   make   you   .   "

[hydrasweapon]

@intohero​; young royals sentence starters (accepting) Steve said:  “you’re the only one here i feel i can actually talk to.”

                     He blinks up at the sky covered in thousands of stars; his sluggish brain needs some time until it registers Steve's words, and then it's only with great effort that he manages to let his head loll to the side so he can squint at his friend. Jesus, they shouldn't have told Shuri about their inability to get drunk because of the serum. The stuff she developed for them (because of scientific curiosity, as she had phrased it) is hitting hard. They're gonna be hungover tomorrow. But it's nice to lie here in front of his little hut, look at the stars, and talk while sharing a bottle of schnapps. It reminds him of the times they sat on the fire escape of their shitty apartment building after a long day at work.

                     Jeez, he still needs to answer, right? God, he's so wasted. "Why?" he manages eventually, clumsily patting at Steve's chest. "'cause I know you’re full of bullshit? 'cause I don't know their stupid references, same as you? Or 'cause I'm the only other white boy around with a tragic backstory, like you?"

[whitesuited-arch]

"Y’KNOW, I WAS KINDA SURPRISED YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP WITH THEM,” she muses as she glances behind her with a grin on the semi - crowded street ------- having a conversation over an earpiece is nothing new; but having him walking a good ten feet behind her while they do is something they haven’t had to resort to in a while. (   she’s insisting on it, even though she wishes he could be up with her walking side by side ------------- he’s supposed to be RETIRED and keeping his nose clean, and even with that ballcap pulled LOW and those aviators on, he’s always a conspicuous figure in a sea of humanity.   ) 

       “seeing zemo instead of you was a bit of a disappointment.” an understatement --------- she’d wanted to punch him right between the eyes the moment he opened his mouth. but steve being here NOW could mean only one thing. “so much for retired life, huh?”  /   @intohero​​.

[agent13th]

@intohero​ asked: ❛  i  don’t  want  to  talk  about  it .  ❜        𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 .

“WELL,  THAT’S  ALL  GOOD.  WE  CAN  JUST  SIT  DOWN  IN  SILENCE.“  better  say  than  do,  really.  it’s  more  than  obvious  that  there  is  something  that  is  bothering  him  and  perhaps,  with  the  right  push,  he  might  find  some  release  into  what  is  exactly  bothering  him.  she  sits  beside  him,  relaxing  against  the  couch,  a  hand  pressed  to  her  cheek  (  the  one  that  isn’t  currently  bruised  up  after  a  fight  she  had  a  couple  days  ago  ).  “just  hope  that  whatever  is  bothering  you  isn’t  related  to  me,  or  anyone  else  who  chose  to  follow  you,  steve.  you  didn’t  force  anyone’s  hand.“  they  all  made  their  choices.  she  certainly  had  made  her  own.  “because  I  would  hate  to  scold  you  down  for  it.“

[whitesuited]

𝟺𝟶𝟶 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.   |   @intohero​​ said:  "it's not going to be easy, you know."

HIS DISCLAIMER GETS A SMILE ----------------- it’s one she’s heard from him before. (   because they’ve been here before; had this same conversation more times than either one of them can probably recall. nothing they ever seem to do is EASY. and that’s how both of them seem to prefer it.  ) that mentality of his --------- never being one to shy away from something when it gets too DIFFICULT, never able to turn his back on a cause because of the RISK that might be involved --------- it’s one of the things that drew her to him in the first place. and here she is, still by his side countless ‘not easy’s later.

he jumps in head first, and she’s never far behind. 

           “c’mon, steve,” she gives his shoulder a nudge from behind as she settles herself into the spot behind his right ear so they can share the screen he’s got up. “if i had wanted EASY, i would’ve done what my parents wanted, and gotten into law. what do you need me to do?”

[hakune-a]

@intohero: [distracting kiss] them!!!

it’s not so uncommon for him to get a greeting kiss from steve as soon as he gets home, which is why he’s not so suspicious at first. in fact, it’s distracting enough that for a few seconds he forgets about the absence of the two other members of their household that should be fighting steve for his attention right about now. bucky means to pull away, to find them both and give them their own ‘i’m home’ kiss; but he doesn’t get far before his boyfriend is cupping his face in his hands, pressing their lips together again and—oh. okay. maybe they shouldn’t be doing this where charlie can pop her head in at any time, though. where is she anyway? one blue eye peeks open to scan the area just in time for him to see her from his peripheral—disappearing from the bathroom to the bedroom in a flash of blonde hair and pink fabric.

holding something suspiciously yellow in her arms. hm.

“steeeeeeeve.” bucky says into steve’s mouth.

[devilculpa]

@intohero​ asked:“  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ”            morning after starters

“I’M  NOT  TAKING  THIS  PERSONALLY,  CAPTAIN.  I  UNDERSTAND.“  he  speaks,  zipper  a  bit  too  loud  for  his  taste  in  the  morning  as  he  zips  his  jacket  over  bare  chest  and  joins  in  the  quiet  steps.  “at  least  you  didn’t  sneak  out.  which  is  what  a  lot  of  people  would  do.  you  know,  the  walk  of  shame.“  a  short  pause,  as  a  hand  brushes,  rather  awkwardly,  amused  perhaps  too,  the  back  of  his  neck.  “though  there  is  nothing  to  be  shameful  here.  I  had  a  great  time.“  he  nods,  the  mask  of  his  glasses  is  forgotten  on  his  nightstand  so  brown  gaze  is  still  but  directed  at  the  soldier  as  he  shift  his  head  to  where  that  steady  heartbeat  is.  “I  might  want  a  repeat.  If  you  want.“

[hawkpoint]

@intohero​ asked: if i didn't know better, i'd think you were hiding something.      you on lifetime/netflix sentence meme. 

 “NOW,  WHY  WOULD  YOU  THINK  THAT  CAP?  I’M  A  SAINT.  “  a  lie.  he  is  hiding  something.  perhaps  he  did  lied  on  his report  and  said  that  he  wasn’t  as  injured  as  he  thinks.  but he  is  already  bandaged  up  and  moving  along.  “you  want  someone  to  watch  your  back,  i’m  your  guy.  and  you  need  me.  no  one else  seems  to  be  free.  but  I  am.“  he  will  just  take  a  few more  painkillers  and  suck  it  up  and  deal  with  the consequences  later  with  a  bag  of  beans  over  his  side.  “it’s nothing  I  haven’t  handle  before,  cap.  trust  me.“

[hydrasweapon]

@intohero​; sentence meme (accepting) Steve said: “My life’s always in danger.”

                    Bucky scowls. “And you’re always very casual about it. No, sometimes it’s even worse. It’s like you have a death wish. Jumping on grenades? Jumping out of planes without a parachute?” He huffs, still glowering at his best friend. He didn’t scrimp and save for a new jacket for Steve back in 1938 to keep him warm and hopefully healthy through wintertime to watch him get shot now three times in a row. And then try to wobble out of the hospital room without medical clearance. “They said the bullets injured your liver and your stomach. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive. Stop being such an idiot and stay in the goddamn bed, Steve. Or I’m gonna get some rope and tie you down.”

[lingeringscars]

❦ spare ship?

I'll think about it.

[ironicarus-aaaa]

😘 !

THE  MOVIE  PLAYS  QUIETLY  IN  THE  BACKGROUND.          some  dumb  action  flick-     if  tony  had  been  paying  attention  to  it,     he’d  certainly  be  making  all  sorts  of  comments  about  how  terrible  and  unrealistic  it  is.     instead  he’s  finding  other  ways  to  bide  his  time,     his  legs  thrown  over  steve’s  lap,     gaze  idly  drifting  from  the  screen  to  steve,     who  actually  seems  to  be  watching  whatever  its  name  is.     he’s  cute  when  he’s  concentrating,     that  little  furrow  in  his  brow.  .  .     and  --  oh  no.     he’s  been  caught.     there’s  a  reason  natasha  is  the  spy  of  the  team,     and  not  him.     gazes  meet  and  a  sheepish  grin  tugs  at  lips.     he  props  himself  up,     hands  holding  onto  steve’s  arm  to  keep  himself  balanced.          ❝     hey-     ❞          he  states,     greeting  man  with  a  peck  on  the  lips,     and  a  nudge  on  the  cheek  with  his  nose.          ❝     this  movie  sucks,     you’re  so  much  more  fun  to  look  at.     ❞ 

national  kissing  day!

[whitesuited]

★ ★  𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜.   |    @intohero​​ said :  24 -- a kiss on the shoulder. 

SHE’S ALREADY PROMISED HIM TWICE NOW THAT SHE’S ‘ALMOST DONE’ WITH THE REPORT IN FRONT OF HER ------------- the one that’s somehow managed to take up and take OVER the entire top of her coffee table and most of the empty floor space in front of her couch. (   she affectionately called it her own personal paper minefield when she apologized for the way he had to navigate around it to be able to even sit CLOSE to her on that same couch.   )

           “almost done,” that’s THREE TIMES NOW; teeth chew idly on the pad of her bottom lip when she senses him shift on the cushion behind her. “just another paragraph .... or two .... and i promise you can take this laptop away from me and hide it for the rest of the night.” she makes a point to emphasize HIDE ------------- there’s a real concern that if she instead tells him to CHUCK IT, he might just take her literally. 

she can feel him HOVERING over her shoulder now, perched there at the end of the couch cushion ------- an attempt, she assumes, to read over her shoulder as she types to make sure she sticks to this self - imposed limit. instead, she feels his fingers brushing against her hair, a gentle hook and tug from left to right that shifts her curtain of blonde off one shoulder and onto the other. “you know that’s not going to get me to type any QUICKER ...” she hums as her head cants to the side, and there’s no REAL SURPRISE when he takes her words of caution as a  CHALLENGE instead; a final brush of his fingers against her shoulder quickly replaced with a kiss on the bare spot of skin he’s exposed.

             “.... that just might work.”