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THE COFFEE MUG IS SLID DOWN THE COUNTERTOP WITH EASE, breathing growing steadier by the minute as Sam rubs a much cooler towel across the back of his neck with a sigh. The heat’s getting worse by the day, so the runs just keep getting shorter and shorter. It’s no wonder why Steve’s been dodging going on them with him, and maybe the glaring sun would only convince him to actually shave.

“COULD REALLY USE YOU OUT THERE. Running’s not as fun when you’re not getting reminded that someone’s running faster than you on your left.” He smiles into his own mug, sip slowly taken to avoid the morning burn that would often come with it during his quicker starts. “Guess you still haven’t heard anything, huh?” He tries to spark a conversation, but Sam often found his company less willing to speak at so early an hour. It’s only 6:06am, not nearly far enough into the day for a man that’s supposedly gone rogue. Sam’s really got to speak to Tony about that one... when the Accords aren’t such a blaring reminder as to why the label got slapped on them all to begin with.

“HE SHOULD’VE APPRECIATED YOUR EFFORT. Nokia phones are hard to find these days. Saw you dig it up with my own eyes.” He laughs now, moving to the fridge to get that extra cream he forgot about. All black coffee really wouldn’t do his stomach too well with all the calorie burning he just got done. He gestures the half-empty bottle to Steve and slides it down next, leaning over the counter with another sigh as he tried to work up something new to talk about. Maybe Riley? No, perhaps another day. This wasn’t it. Not yet, at least.

“YOU LOOK TIRED.” Sam almost chimes in with a ‘no shit’ to himself, but he refrains; steps calculated and quiet as he made his way to the end of the table Steve preoccupied. “Wanna talk about it? I’ve got some pretty good ears from what I’ve heard.”

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ring ring, it’s ya boi sam wilson here with a starter call. like this post and i’ll swoop into your messages to plot. if you’re alright with me winging it, however, just let me know.

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when do we start?

BASICS. Given / Birth Name : Samuel Thomas Wilson . Nickname / Preferred Name : Sam . Alias(es) : Falcon . Birthdate / Age : January 2nd, 1978 / 40 . Place of Birth : New York City, NY / Harlem . Current Location : CLASSIFIED . Gender Identity : Cismale . Sexual / Romantic Orientation : Biromantic bisexual . Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: African-American . Marital Status : Single . Occupation : Ex-Avenger . Religious Beliefs : Christian (former), unsure (current) .

CHARACTERISTICS. Height : 6’ . Weight : 186 lbs . Body Type / Build : During his younger years, Sam didn’t exactly look the Falcon part. He was scrawny for someone at his growing height, but with time - he grew. Once the height fleshed out, bulking up from then on got easy. Life in the air force certainly helped pushed his growth along, but his time as Falcon the first flight around solidified that the bigger - maybe the better. He’s still debating on whether the weight’s doing him any good or not, but if the bad guys aren’t getting up after they get hit once by him… there’s not much to debate about. There’s a lot of muscle and body to mess around, but the kind soul buried beneath the heavier exterior makes up for it  . Eye Color : Brown . Hair Color / Texture : Black, often cut too short to notice any discernible pattern . Recognizable Features / Scars :           - large scar shaped in the form of the base of his wings, with some bits of it spanning out where the wings start at its center. Riley used to call them “angel wings”. Sam just thinks it’s annoying when it itches .

          - plethora of scars here and there across his body in less noticeable shapes, mostly from injuries during his tours.

          - has a scar across the back of his left thigh from when he was trying to find Riley post-crash and one of Ry’s damaged wings got him.

Speech Patterns / Accent : Sam is a pretty straightforward, no-bullshit guy. He tells it like it is, even if telling it like it is isn’t always for the best. He otherwise has a bit of an accent (what New Yorker doesn’t) and can sometimes slip into more comfortable speaking patterns once the snark and wit hits . Languages Spoken : English, Spanish and French . Powers / Skills / Abilities : Without his wings, most people assume he’s your regular civilian. What most people don’t know, save for a very small few, is that he can speak to + understand birds. They communicate with him as well as he does with other people, but he doesn’t tell people that information without knowing they have his complete trust . Overall Health : He’s as healthy as a horse, if a horse could fly that’d be even better. He does his best to keep in shape despite his trauma / history and it’s highlighted best when he fits meet Steve. After everything he’s been through, life goes on. Either you keep with it like the rest of the best and stay in top shape or you hear “on your left” a million times to remember that you’re only human; we’ve all got limits .

RELATIONSHIPS. Order of Birth : Youngest sibling of 3 . Number of Siblings : 2 . Father’s Status + Relationship : Paul Wilson (deceased): having been a minister, most would expect the hypocrisy that often comes with the church and its goers when it comes to them raising their children via the harsh expectations of other. But Paul Wilson was above that, and loved his kids with an open mind and heart. Paul brought out the best in Sam through the mind, and Sam still reflects some of his kind, but reckless, behavior via his own actions. The apple near falls too far from the tree . Mother’s Status + Relationship : Darlene Wilson (deceased): much like his father, Sam’s mother was just as accepting of other mindsets as his father. The two of them helped raise and bring up a happy, loving family in a warm home despite their lesser fortunes. She was the first person Sam expressed his sexuality too, as he had with his father when he expressed doubts over his religion, and she loved him all the same. When she died, Sam joined the military to combat the overwhelming anger he was once again consumed by. His parents did the best they could and Sam lives by their teachings in hopes of inspiring others to have the same kindness . Sibling Status + Relationship : Sarah (older sister) + Gideon (older brother) Wilson (both living): growing up, Sam was extremely close to his siblings. Being the youngest had its perks, even with the sibling bullying that often came and went like the seasons. After their father’s passing, things slowly started to change between them - a growing distance, but they tried their best to make it work. After their mother, however, Sam ran away the only way he knew how. He often wrote to them, which resulted in equally lengthy responses, but when he became an Avenger - he purposely brought the distance back between them. He still calls them once or twice a month and writes when he can, but he otherwise keeps them at bay to keep them away from the craziness of the world he’s been exposed to . Loyalty / Affiliation : Captain America (current), Avengers (former) .

PERSONALITY. MBTI : ESFJ-A. Hobbies : Running, writing about his feelings since discussing them is a harder choice, talking to birds in open spaces like a disney princess, making breakfast, eating new foods (especially in the local best-voted diner in small towns), etc . Bad Habits : Smoked once or twice but didn’t want to risk coughing up a lung after, cursing (occasionally), laughing too loud at his own jokes, etc . Three Positive Traits : Loyal, empathetic and adaptable . Three Negative Traits : Dependent, sarcastic and incautious . Moral Alignment : Lawful Good .

ASSOCIATIONS. One Song : Kiss The Sky by Shawn Lee’s Ping Pong Orchestra . One Quote / Piece of Art : “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince . One Fear : Losing Steve — falling. One Strength : His friendships . One Object : His wings . One Place : The Washington Monument . One Food : Eggs—err, maybe pasta . One Scent : Wood . One Lucky Charm : His iPod .

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