#p:steve

[chalametdaily]

Steve Carell & Timothée Chalamet (via skype) introducing Beautiful Boy @ Amazon Studio’s presentation at CinemaCon!

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[sharon-carter-agent-13]

Chaotic Good

@steve-grantt-rogers

Sharon couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she wandered out of the hall, her heels clipping against the pavement as she walked alongside Steve, watching his bleeding nose with a cautious eye.

“I have to say, that was not how I expected the night to go.” She grinned, shaking her head before she reached into her bag and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it over to Steve.

“Though I am very happy to see that Peggy’s out of her house. She was starting to worry me.”

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

All Time Low || Stony

“I said I’d come up in a minute.” Tony spoke without looking up, his focus locked in on the computer program in front of him. The coding stretched on and on, and he knew if he looked up, he’d lose it, lose his spot, lose his train of thought lose--what the hell was he trying to do again? He couldn’t remember what the point of this had even been, and truthfully, there was a chance that there had never been a point, that he’d simply come down here to lock himself away from the world, to shower and then cover the grime of a jail cell that still stuck to his skin with the grime of his workshop: with the smell of metal and burned wires and machinery gone haywire. Oh yeah, that’s exactly what the point had been. 

The smell of food hit him first, then Steve’s body wash, and Tony turned around, The tension that had made him feel like destroying the computer-- like destroying everything in this garage--melted away with one look into his husbands’ eyes. Too blue to look away from, too beautiful not to notice, too familiar not to get lost in. “If that tastes as good as it smells, I might have to marry you again,” he said, pointing at the food. He reached for Steve’s hands instead, then tugged him down until he could kiss him properly. “What time is it?” 

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[capsrogers]

bad decisions | steve | closed

Policy making was not something that Steve was well-versed in, yet here he was, making edits to the proposed Registration legislature. He and Tony had agreed to work on a version of Registration that worked out in all parties’ interests. While Steve was still very much against this idea, he had to concede to Tony’s point of view. The public was scared -- they needed to see that people with superpowers, heroes and villains alike, could be held accountable. While Steve wasn’t exactly thrilled with people being labeled, he saw the kind of damage people like him did in New York. He lived there; he saw the destruction they had caused on a daily basis. He knew that while their intentions were to never cause so much damage and destruction, that did not negate the fact that they did just that. Tony was working tirelessly to make sure that the citizens got the reparations they were due as well as keeping his own company afloat. While Tony was loathe to discuss finances with his own husband, Steve knew that they had to have cut back on a lot of things. And part of that made Tony that much closer to the citizens and their pro-Registration stance.

However, just because he was able to see that point of view, it still did not mean that this didn’t rub him the wrong way. Superheroes should absolutely be held accountable, yes. But they should still be afforded some privacy and some of their own autonomy. Were the UN to take complete control of superpowered groups like the Avengers or the X-Men, it would feel too much like the UN’s own superpowered army of dogs. This “Grant Ward Human Protection Act” would mean having to follow their orders on their terms, and anyone who knew Steve at all knew that that was something he couldn’t do. As it was, heroes were being watched very closely, so much so that most felt as if they were on lockdown. Steve agreed. With how much scrutiny they were under, heroes were on lockdown. 

That was why, in order to keep busy, Steve was sitting in the living room with papers scattered everywhere with red pen edits on every page. But Steve wasn’t one to sit around and go over papers. He was the kind of person who preferred to be out there, in the middle of all the action. He knew Tony had asked him to cool his heels and at least be patient or else Tony would be the one who would with the fallout. And Steve would do anything for his husband, even if it killed him to do it. He sighed, setting aside the papers for now and grabbing his sketchbook. He flipped it open to the page he had last been working on -- a superhero design that had nothing to do with Captain America. A design that would maybe allow him to work outside the confines of the Avengers and in the gray area of street hero. It was a bad idea, but most of his bad ideas worked out in the end. He sighed; maybe another time, he’d revisit the idea again with more seriousness.

[chaosandmemory]

I have to constantly remind myself that writing that feels like pulling teeth is still words that are being put on the page.  And is more words on the page than I have managed for nearly two years, no matter how slow going it is.

[highway-tostark-blog]

Highway to hell.

No sabía con claridad cuanto tiempo más podría ocultarse a sí mismo lo que realmente sucedía con Steve. Estaba comenzando a ser rutina, algo diario, un pequeño insecto le carcomía el cerebro pidiéndole a gritos que hablase con el rubio. ¿En qué momento había pasado? No tenía respuesta. 

Estaba aún vestido con camisa y corbata, pues le había dado pereza cambiarse después de clases. Poco le importaba, nunca estaba demás mantener un poco de estilo formal dentro del reformatorio. Sentía que así se hacía respetar -aún más de lo normal- y no le incomodaba... Aún.

Verificó con su teléfono la habitación de Steve, y a medida que se acercaba a la habitación del menor, su corazón comenzaba a agitarse. Sus pulsaciones comenzaban a notarse, y su ceño se frunció ante lo que estaba sucediendo dentro de su cuerpo: 

–Inaceptable. –Pensaba el genio. –¿Cómo es posible que me ponga de esta forma por un alumno? Que por cierto, es un odioso. –Continuaba quejándose con su cerebro, cosa que naturalmente haría con sus robots, sin embargo, no estaban ahí para contestarle.  Soltó un bufido, y golpeó la puerta de su estudiante favorito, cruzándose de brazos en la espera de su atención.

[sharonthirteencarterr]

A Million Ways It Could Go | Steve & Sharon

Sharon normally didn't waste time in the lobby of the SHIELD headquarters. Normally, she walked quickly through the floor towards her true destination with little care, but today was different. She knew that the Director had called in multiple people, and if she was being honest, she was looking forward to see one in particular. Sharon wasn't even entirely certain why she was waiting in the lobby to see someone who probably still harbored some sort of resentment for her lies when they had first met, but she hoped that wasn't the case. Her heel tapped out a nervous rhythm on the marble floors as she tried to to appear like she was looking for someone in the crowd when she really was. Her eyes brightened a bit and she bit back a smile when she finally watched him walk through the front doors. She walked quickly towards where he was while she tried to make it look like she just happened upon him. "Steve," she began, "Fancy meeting you here."

[sharon-carter-agent-13]

A Paramount Conversation || Steve & Sharon

@steve-grantt-rogers

Sharon wasn’t entirely sure why she had ended up in front of Steve’s door instead of anyone else’s. Really she should be at Peggy’s, or Sebastian’s, or maybe even Tony if she was desperate. Sebastian had also had someone close to him vanish and whilst Sharon wasn’t positive, she had a hunch that like her, he had been loosing sleep over the incident.

However, Steve had lost Bucky and in a small way Peggy as well. And that was why she was in front of his door even though Sebastian’s was around here somewhere.

At least that was what she was telling herself.

Tugging her sleeves over her hands against the cold Sharon knocked at the door, offering a small smile to Steve when he opened the door.

“Merry Christmas. Mind if I come in?”

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[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

HYDRA Sponsored Vacation|| Stony

Tony had been searching high and low for HYDRA bases since the moment HYDRA became a black spot on their radar--that pulsating, spreading blip that seemed to cause death and destruction wherever it went, in the government and out. HYDRA was a parasite, latching on to every institution, every important organization, and so it was not difficult to see where they had infiltrated--into the previous mayor's office, probably into the White House by now. Spotting HYDRA's effects was not difficult; it was finding their bases that was the real problem. HYDRA bases were not classy--from barber shops to taquerias, to smoke shops and "massage" parlors, their possibilities for hiding were endless and obscure--anywhere that would take them. Truth be told, Tony almost wanted the hide-outs to be sinister, to infiltrate some evil warehouse somewhere, but the real results were less flashy. 

"Come here," Tony said, reaching out blindly until his fingers found one of the loops on Steve's belt; he pulled him forward, but as soon as he looked up and caught his boyfriend's eyes, he got distracted enough to kiss him; it took at least two more minutes before Tony was finally able to show Steve his research. After days of work, he'd found it--a glowing dot on the map that he was sure was what they were looking for. "I'm 99.87% confident this is a HYDRA base," Tony said, zooming in on the coordinates until the shop itself popped up--a black and white photograph of a Marriage Counselor's Office. 

[actualpatriot-blog]

The American Way || Cap and Patriot

rogers-that-cap

Brrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg

The alarm was loud, shrill, and, if he was being honest, pretty annoying. The noise alone probably served as a more effective crime deterrent than the danger of it alerting the police, which made sense because it had been going off for ten-odd minutes or so, and the police were nowhere in sight. They tended to keep their distance when it was powered-people doing the robbing, apparently. Although, their absence probably had more to do with the fact that the shop owner was a pretty public figure in the mutant right’s field. An older guy, not shy about admitting his mutation. The police probably didn’t want anything to do with him.

Eli -- no, Patriot, he reminded himself, because the mask was on, the spandex restricting, and he had to keep his identity in place if he wanted to keep from getting grounded -- didn’t discriminate. He’d been on the other side of that, knew what it was like to have someone deny you help because of who you were and what you looked like. He wasn’t going to let it happen to anyone else.

He also wasn’t going to rush in, guns blazing, to a situation he didn’t know much about. He’d done that before, and it got him pretty... well, shot, which was not something he’d like to experience again any time soon. It worked out well and all, but ouch. 

There were four perps. All appeared to have some sort of ability, although Eli -- Patriot -- wasn’t sure if they were mutant, or had gotten their powers through other means, like he had. One guy was some kind of pyrokinetic, and he was definitely the most dangerous of the group. Another dude seemed to be controlling light which, while not physically harmful, came in handy for cutting out all the street lamps in the area. Good thing Patriot had decent night-vision. The third guy was shooting sparks from his finger-tips, but as far as Eli could tell, they didn’t do any real damage. The last guy, who must’ve gotten the short end of the superpower stick, was apparently compelling a group of bees to fly circles around the shop-keepers head, which Eli guessed was supposed to keep the dude in place. Bee stings sucked, but seriously, the dude’s superpower was bees? Eli almost felt bad for him.

Confident that he had enough information to take the situation, Eli straightened his mask and approached the door. He opened it slowly and stepped inside.

“You know,” he said, “there’s a lot better ways to spend your time. Not being a criminal asshole, for example.” All heads turned towards him, and Eli prepared himself for a fight. Yeah, no going back now.

[lokixtricks-blog]

Inadvertent Offence | Steve & Loki

To say Loki was completely and utterly done with his alarm clock would be an understatement. The time change had left his clock one hour ahead, meaning he woke up an hour ahead of when he should have. While this usually wouldn’t have been a problem, Loki found himself with very little to do. No coursework to do, no chaos to attend to. So, he found himself wandering the halls of the history wing, killing time until his course for the day began. However, as he wandered, he heard someone complaining about recent events. About the villains.

[ahawkunmade]

The Demons Won’t Drown || Clint  & Steve

Since Steve had left the spare key to his apartment in Clint’s ownership, the archer had made a point not to come barging in very often.He didn’t want to overstay his welcome or breach boundaries, not just with Steve but with himself as well. Trust was a funny thing though, and since Christmas there had been a couple of times Clint silently came in the apartment during the night, trying to get some rest on the couch with the knowledge he wasn’t alone. Only problem was, no matter where he seemed to be, he couldn’t settle into sleep long before he was waking in cold sweats.

Seeing Loki again had rattled the archer. His assurance had fallen, something in his head feeling alien to him, and he was wondering if it was just him and his fear of being put under another controlling spell. Either way, Clint felt far from himself. He was tired, the skin around his eyes darkening, and his senses felt dull. This would pose a problem if there came another need to fight, but so far the archer could find no way to rid himself of this mental sickness of sorts.

Clint had arrived at Steve’s apartment early that evening. He was quiet, not his usual jesting self and he was hardly interested in talking much. With background noise of the television, or Steve moving about, it was easier for Clint to doze off a few times, but once night came down and the apartment went silent, the nightmares took hold again.

They were vivid, real enough to be confused with memories. Clint felt he was losing touch with reality, especially when he woke amidst confusion and absolute terror. Details were never lost, and the physical pain seemed to follow him into the real world. Clint could feel something sharp on his wrists, some form of bond grinding and slicing his skin every time he tried to move. The smell in the air was putrid, metallic and heavy with stale blood. It was making him sick, but it was the screams that was driving him mad. Men, women, children, all being killed before his eyes by some unseen, yet violent force. Some bodies bore arrows, his arrows, and Clint felt a choked sound catch in his throat.There was more struggling, a voice rumbling in his head that he couldn’t quite make out, and he shut his eyes against it, only when he opened them again he was greeted with a sight that made his blood run cold. Joined in the growing pile of bodies was the recognizable red and blue uniform, the shield laying just out of reach. A mere foot away was another form, slender with fiery red hair, just as limp and lifeless as the other. 

Clint heard himself cry out in both rage and grief, and then his eyes shot open, the same sound tearing from his throat as he bolted into a sitting position, body slick with sweat yet muscles quivering as if he was feverish. His stomach churned painfully, and Clint stumbled into the bathroom down the hall, barely making it to the toilet where he heaved and dispelled what little food was in his stomach. He sunk to his knees, shaking and rubbing at his eyes as he fought to catch his breath. Whatever was happening was getting worse, and it appeared to be reaching a point where the more he tried to bury it, the harder it dragged him down.

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