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Rereading my notes and a handful of partially written scenes from American Phoenix and wondering if I’m truly prepared for the trauma of this fic. 

I’m not. 

I know I’m not. 

Alas, I will do it any way.

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Ready or not the sequel to American Punchline is starting. If you missed the original you can catch up here.

American Phoenix on AO3

Summary: Picking up shortly after the conclusion of American Punchline, we continue to follow TJ and Steve as they maneuver their new relationship and the entire team as they navigate life together. With Fury’s warning of something amiss at SHIELD, the team discovers information that proves unsettling. Will new relationships survive when a ghost from the past reappears and the reality they thought they knew changes. In other words, what the heck is going to happen to our little family when I give CA:TWS a complete overhaul (and maybe a smidge of Civil War for good measure). Events of this universe take part post-Avengers, but pre-everything else in the MCU. That won’t stop me from finding ways to introduce various characters if they play a part.

(BTW, I hate coming up with titles but the idea of the phoenix struck a chord with me as it relates to at least 2 of the characters in this story ...)

If you’re joining this ride - settle in and get comfy. American Punchline was a 2 year labor of love, laughter, and tears. I make no guarantees that this one wraps up any sooner. 

And now on with the story ....

Chapter 1

Rounding the corner into the office he and TJ shared, Steve halted as a wide smile spread across his lips before he could call out the greeting he’d intended. One small eye cracked open as Peggy peered at him from atop TJ’s chest where she was curled. Judging by the StarkPad resting face down next to her the pair must have dozed off while TJ was reading something.

Steve retreated to his desk, but his eyes remained focused on TJ’s sleeping form. Part of him worried about the impact reading all the SHIELD files would have on him. He knew bringing TJ into the search for whatever dark secret the organization was hiding was for the best. TJ was smart. He’d already pointed out a few things that had prompted the team to continue digging further into Project Insight and question just how far the possible corruption ran. Even still, Steve knew he was inevitably going to read about things that would make him worry.

“I can feel you staring at me,” TJ muttered even though his eye remained closed.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Steve apologized.

“S’okay. Didn’t mean to fall alseep in the first place.” Setting the StarkPad on the floor, TJ covered Peggy with his hand as he moved to sit up. “Where’s Bucky?”

“In the gym with Nat and the Clints. Not sure how smart it is to let that little devil watch them training. He might actually learn something.” Both men laughed. Bucky was definitely the fiestiest of the three kittens.

“Were you looking for me?” TJ asked, unable to hide the hint of concern. Two weeks after they’d taken the plunge into dating and he still had those moments of panic that maybe Steve had changed his mind.

“Just to see if you were hungry. Was thinking about making some pizzas for lunch.” Steve watched as his partner grinned at him.

“And yet you’re sitting behind your desk,” TJ teased.

“True. You looked so peaceful that I thought I’d let you rest a bit more. It’s not like anyone around here is going to starve if they have to wait a bit longer for a meal.” Steve shrugged. “Guess I should have gone back to the kitchen instead of staring at you until you woke up.”

“Nah. Making pizza and subsequently enjoy pizza sounds much better than continuing my little cat nap.”

“Meow,” Peggy stretched up to hit his chin with the top of her head.

“I think she disagrees.” Steve noted as the pair laughed.

“Sorry, girl. You can come supervise the cooking.” TJ accepted Steve’s outstretched hand to help pull them off the couch.

****

“This may be some of the best pizza I’ve ever tasted,” Pepper nodded toward TJ and Steve as she reached out to grab another slice.

“I’ll second that notion,” Bruce raised the slice he was half way through into the air.

“Not sure where you guys found the recipe, but please don’t lose it.” Sam shot them a playful warning glare.

“The recipe is safe.” JARVIS intoned seriously, causing everyone to laugh.

“Ssshhh. We’re almost to the best part.” Natasha tried to hush the group so she could hear the movie. Not wanting to incur her wrath, Pepper and the six men all fell silent. They managed to make it nearly to the end before another disruption.

“If I might interrupt,” JARVIS paused the movie. “It appears Thor has returned from his travels.”

“Where is he?” Tony asked as everyone sat up, not sure what to do with this news.

“Approaching the front stairs,” the AI answered quickly.

Jumping up everyone rushed toward the door, though TJ, Sam, and Pepper remained just behind the others less sure of how to greet their newest arrival. Tony flung the door open and just as JARVIS had indicated Thor was bounding up the stairs, cape flowing behind him and hammer in hand.

“Welcome back,” Tony stepped aside, gesturing for Thor to enter.

“It is good to be back. You are all well?” Thor looked around, confirming that the full team was there and noting the additional people in the room. “Heimdall indicated there may be trouble brewing so I came straight away.”

“We’re all in one piece for now,” Steve answered first. “Though Heimdall may very well be right. How’d he know anyway?” The soldier wasn’t entirely sure how the whole Heimdall thing actually worked.

“I asked him to verify you were all well as part of his routine checks on the universe. Odin has kept me busy re-establishing peace in much of the realm, but I did not want to abandon you if you were in need.”

Everyone seemed a bit surprised that he’d thought about their safety given the much bigger concerns he seemed to have with all the other realms to consider and such.

“Well, we don’t know how bad this is gonna get yet, but it’s looking pretty sure that SHIELD isn’t exactly what they’re supposed to be.” Natasha offered up a light version of their current speculation.

“Fury?” Thor questioned.

“He’s the one that put us on the trail, so right now we’re operating on the assumption he’s on our side.” Natasha shrugged, not quite willing to guarantee his status completely until he gave them more information.

“Let us hope he proves you right.” Thor frowned. He’d hoped that Heimdall was raising the alert out of an abundance of caution, but it appeared his friends were genuinely concerned. “If it is no trouble, I will stay to help until we are sure you are all safe.”

“It’s not a problem at all. We already have a room for you.” Tony grinned. “Natasha and TJ picked out the furnishings, so hopefully they’re okay.”

“I’m sure they will be splendid.” Thor smiled as he turned toward the two unfamiliar faces in the room. “You must be TJ,” he extended a hand toward the man standing slightly behind the Captain. “Heimdall tells me that you and our Captain make a delightful couple.”

TJ could feel the heat spread across his cheeks and didn’t have to look at Steve to know he’d see the same on the other man’s face. Thor’s proffered hand seemed to indicate acceptance, but TJ had no idea how the idea of same sex couples was viewed on Asgard. Trying to hide the hesitation he felt, TJ extended his own hand to accept Thor’s greeting. His hand had no more been enveloped by the Asgardian’s larger one before he was tugged unceremoniously into a tight embrace. Even more surprising was realizing that Thor had released his hand in order to pull Steve into the embrace with them.

“Mother and Father send their congratulations to you both. I am most happy for you!”

TJ tried not to laugh at the idea that the God of Thunder and his parents managed to wish he and Steve well before his own parents could manage the feat. Even more amazing when he factored in that he’d never met Thor or his parents and they resided not just in another country, but in an entirely different realm.

“Thanks, Thor.” Steve sounded a bit confused and TJ guessed he was wondering just how it was that the Asgardians new so much.

When the large blond finally released the couple they both stared up at him a bit shocked. Seeming to note their confusion, Thor laughed. “As I said, Heimdall has been keeping an eye on things. Although I gather there is much he missed, he did say you were well suited.”

Looking beyond them, Thor spotted Sam and moved to greet his as well. “I apologize, but Heimdall knew little of you. Only that you were a friend.”

“A friend is an accurate description. Sam Wilson,” he accepted Thor’s outstretched hand trying not to grimace at the strength of the god’s grip. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine.” Thor grinned at him. “Are you joining the Avengers?”

“I’m not sure my skill set is quite on par with the team’s, but I’m here as back up if they need me.”

“I should really get those wings finished.” Tony muttered, ducking his head sheepishly.

“What do you mean finished? How have you even had time to start them with finishing JARVIS’s install and all the digging we’ve been doing into SHIELD?” Sam gawked at him, brows raised high.

“I find the time. I may not have a lab here, but I was able to start pulling together a few things when we went to New York a couple weeks ago. With JARVIS able to manage the kids in the lab we’ve been able to make a fair bit of headway. They should be ready for initial trails in a few days.”

Everyone stared at Tony, marveling at how in the world he had managed to fit in yet another project without them noticing.

“You have been sleeping, right?” Steve questioned, eyes and voice full of concern that Tony was wearing himself down and they hadn’t noticed.

“Yes. Pepper can vouch for me. I’ve been getting at least 6 hours of sleep a night. Which is 6 more than I was consistently getting before we settled in here and easily 35 more than I was getting in the average week.”

Pepper nodded her head, smiling at the others. “He’s really good at multitasking. I’m pretty sure his brain processes things better if he’s doing at least two things at the same time.”

Tony shrugged in agreement.

“Good to know,” Steve nodded at them. “Now that Thor’s met everyone, what do we do now?”

As if it was waiting on Steve’s question, Natasha’s phone rang.

“Apparently we talk to Fury.”

~American Phoenix~

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One of the lights in my already fairly dark office went out and everyone now comments on how dark it is. The upside is the ability to make cheesy Star Wars references because of the noticeable difference in the room.

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At work trying to get focused on a project and decided this was a good idea. Why did I think that?

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Fanfic writers:

put in the tags which one of your fics you’d be happiest to get art for

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I know a video of Sia’s Alive probably seems really random, but today this song has left me really wishing I still had time to do things like make videos because right now this is totally screaming “Bucky survived all the HYDRA bullshit and is back by Steve’s side” to me. 

Sia - Alive (BEST PERFORMANCE - Live From The Graham Norton Show)

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If you find me hiding under the covers sobbing, just know that these gifs represent just part of what I’m going to attempt to handle in the American Punchline sequel. 

Remind me why I do this to myself? 

My only concession is that while it won’t all be sunshine and roses, my darlings (Steve & TJ) will face it together.

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Woke up to this first thing this morning. Way to try and make me cry before I’ve even gotten out of bed.

In all fairness, I sent a similarly emotional snap to my sister when I posted the last chapter. I love where it ended, but even knowing the sequel is coming I’m not sure what to do now that I don’t have American Punchline to write. AAAHHHH

A snap story journey of me realizing @jlstreck posted the final chapter of American Punchline and me actually reading it. I’ve been reading this story forever. I love it a lot. Thank you for writing it. ❤️❤️

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*big hugs* I'm sure the final chapter of American Punchline is awesome, like all the others. :-)

Thanks! I certainly hope everyone enjoys it. Now I’m going to attempt to sleep.

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American Punchline - The Final Chapter

A TJ Hammond/Steve Rogers Crossover

You can find the previous chapters here (or on AO3).

Note: This final chapter is a bit long, but hopefully worth it.

Chapter 69

Still burrowed under the covers, Steve curled on his side to watch as TJ slept. He looked so different here than he had when they first met. Resisting the temptation to brush a stray lock of hair away from TJ’s eye, the blond couldn’t help but smile.

“I can feel you watching me,” TJ spoke a few minutes later.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Steve frowned, realizing that staring at the other man sleeping was probably kind of creepy.

“S’okay. It’s probably time to get up anyway.” TJ rolled to his side, noticing the faint redness on Steve’s cheeks and his closed eyes. “I’m surprised I haven’t ever woken you up doing the same thing.”

Steve’s eyes shot open, his head cocking slightly in confusion.

“You think I’ve never watched you sleep?” TJ chuckled. “Seriously, that’s all I did night you showed up at my door after your nightmare.”

This time it was Steve that let out a small huffing, laugh. “What gave me away?”

“Nat’s right. It’s a good thing you didn’t try to become a spy.” TJ skirted the question, leaning forward to kiss Steve on the tip of his nose instead. As his lips brushed the soldier’s skin, he realized just what he was doing.

Hoping Steve wouldn’t comment, TJ leaned back. “What do you think of going for a run before breakfast? It’s been a few days since we went and I’d hate for you to start going soft on us.”

Restraining himself from reaching up to touch the spot TJ had just kissed, Steve nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Should we invite Sam or just go?”

“You know he’ll fuss at us if we go without him. Plus, if he doesn’t come I have to run by myself while I send you off for your sprints.”

“Fair enough. JARVIS, can you see if Sam wants to run.”

“Of course. Give me just a moment and I’ll confirm if he’ll join you.” The AI spoke from the small speaker Tony had installed in the room.

“Is it strange that knowing JARVIS is literally always observing us doesn’t bother me at all?” TJ asked as they rolled out of bed, immediately turning to straighten the covers.

“I guess that depends on who you ask,” Steve shrugged as he tugged the corner of the comforter into place. “I think I was so in awe of the idea that I never really stopped to be creeped out by him when I’ve visited the tower. This is the first time I’ve actually lived with him on a daily basis though, but it doesn’t really bother me.”

TJ started laughing, making Steve look at him questioningly.

“It just dawned on me that we’re having this entire conversation about him and he’s hearing it. Sorry JARVIS. I didn’t mean any offense with my question.”

“None taken, TJ. I’ve often wondered what people thought of my presence. It’s often obvious when I frighten them, but aside from the initial shock I rarely know.” JARVIS sounded unperturbed by the discussion. “I am glad to know that my presence doesn’t bother you. As we’ve discussed before your privacy is of utmost importance and barring risk to the safety of yourself or someone else on the team anything you say will not be repeated without your consent. Speaking of, Sam has confirmed he will be ready in approximately fifteen minutes if you care to meet him downstairs.”

“Thanks, J.” TJ headed toward the bedroom door. “Guess I better get ready so he’s not waiting on us.” He held the door open as Peggy hopped down from the cat tree she and Bucky had taken to sleeping in and made to follow him out the door. “Guess I’m going to have supervision.”

Both men chuckled as the door closed.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

Natasha’s phone rang as she was helping Steve put away the last of the dishes from lunch. She’d volunteered to assist when Bruce suggested he and TJ take advantage of the unusually warm and sunny afternoon to sneak in a bit of meditation outside.

“Fury,” she gave Steve a heads up before accepting the call. “What’s blowing up that you’re calling on a Sunday afternoon.”

The director laughed, but she could tell it was forced. “Is everyone still there?”

“Everyone but Thor. Not sure when he’s going to make an appearance.” Her brows furrowed, something was definitely off.

“Hopefully soon. Listen, I know you, Barton, and Rogers were planning on coming in this week, but I think it may be best if you lay low for a bit longer.”

“Why?” Natasha asked cautiously.

“I’ll explain everything soon enough. Though it may be a few weeks. In the meantime, you might want to suggest to Stark that he make use of the information he collected during Loki’s visit. And whatever you do, don’t let anybody go off on their own.”

“Understood. We’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“I’m counting on it.” Fury replied before disconnecting.

“Well that was strange,” Nat met Steve’s eyes. “I’m assuming you heard what he said.”

Steve nodded, “JARVIS, can you ask Tony and Clint to join us. We can fill Bruce in later.”

“Of course.” The AI replied. A few seconds later he confirmed they were on the way.

Steve pulled out one of the barstools and sat staring at Natasha’s phone like it was going to explain the mysterious call from Fury.

“Is it just me or was Fury telling us to start digging into all the SHIELD files that was was less than pleased that Stark got his hands on in the first place?”

“Fury’s what?” Tony froze half way into the room. “I heard that wrong, right?”

“No. You heard that right,” Natasha leaned back against the counter. “He just told us all to lay low, stick together, and to tell you to make use of the information you collected during Loki’s visit.”

“Shit,” Tony stumbled a bit as Clint pushed him further into the room. “JARVIS, you heard the lady. Let’s start digging.”

“Shall I share the files with the rest of the team, sir?”

“Yeah, let’s do that. You can start looking for anything suspicious and we can all start looking through files to see if there’s anything that jumps out to one of us.” Tony hopped up to sit on one of the counters. “Fury have any other insights to give us?”

“No, but he said he’d explain it all when he can, but it may be a few weeks.” Natasha offered what she knew.

“Whatever it is must be worse than SHIELD attempting to use alien technology they barely understood to make weapons. And that’s fucking scary.” Clint sat in the middle of the floor, staring at the other three.

“Considering he was on board with that plan. Yeah, I’d say it’s something worse.” Steve’s shoulders sagged at the idea of something worse.

“On the bright side, whatever the issue is he’s obviously working on a plan and he’s sharing more than he usually does.” Natasha shrugged. “I’m guessing that means that whatever it is, he’s decided we’re on the right side of it.”

“I suppose that is something,” Tony looked a bit surprised. “Never thought I’d be on the right side of anything where he was concerned. So what’s our plan.”

“For now, we do some research, travel in groups of two or more if we go out anywhere, and try to enjoy the quiet while we can.” Steve answered as they all looked to him. “That work for you?”

The other three agreed.

“Do we leave Sam and TJ out of this, or let them know something may be amiss?” Natasha looked to Steve.

“On one hand, I’d love to keep them out of the drama. On the other, short of cutting ties with them anything that blows up around us is going to impact them too. Unless you guys think differently, I’d like to read Sam in completely and give TJ as much as he’s comfortable knowing. They’re both smart guys and outside of the situation enough that they might pick up on something we’d overlook.”

“Fair enough,” Tony nodded. “Now, I’m gonna go cozy up with some intel. Somebody holler if I’m late for dinner.” Hopping down from the counter, they could hear him talking to JARVIS as he headed down the hall.

“Did Tony just tell us to make sure he didn’t miss a meal? The same Tony that JARVIS swears lives on bourbon and coffee?”

“Indeed, Clint. He surprised me too.” JARVIS answered before anyone else could. “I believe the time here has been quite beneficial for him.”

“More than him,” Natasha smiled as she reached down to pull Clint off the floor. “We’re gonna go spar for a bit before we start digging into all of SHIELD’s secrets. Have JARVIS ping me if you want my help explaining things to the other three.”

“Thanks, Nat.” I should be able to handle it, but if they start asking too many questions I won’t hesitate to call for backup. Enjoy your workout.”

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

“I still can’t believe you guys asked for my help with your ‘little’ research project,” TJ added the air quotes hoping to make Steve smile.

“Well believe it. You’re a smart guy and these days if it affects us, it is likely to affect you too.” Steve looked up from the bowl he was mixing. “I did try to warn you that there was a downside to hanging around with me.”

“You did and I heard you. I also chose ignore the warning and do it anyway because the upside far outweighed the risks.” TJ shrugged, pulling out the non-stick mats for the cookie sheets.

“You know I’ll do my best to protect you if shit hits the fan, right?” Steve stepped closer, setting the bowl of cookie dough on the counter next to where TJ stood. “But promise me that if at any point I tell you to go, even if it is to go to your parents, you will and you’ll know that it’s to keep you safe not because I don’t want you here.”

TJ looked into Steve’s blue eyes, searching for a something even if he didn’t know what. “I promise, but you have to promise me that’s a last resort.”

“I promise.” Steve pulled him closer, holding him tight against his body. “And if I do, it will be temporary.”

TJ nodded against his shoulder.

“Now, I’m pretty sure whatever it is won’t blow up for at least a few weeks based on Fury’s call, so I say we focus on finishing our cookies and then maybe go find a movie to watch. We can add our brains to the research in the morning.”

As soon as he finished, the oven chirped that it was preheated.

“Sounds like it agrees,” TJ smiled. “Better get them ready to go into the oven.” Grabbing the two spoons he’d set out to portion the dough, he handed one to Steve.

“Can’t argue with the oven,” Steve’s smile lit his eyes and TJ was thrilled to see him looking happy despite the unknown looming on the horizon. Standing side by side as they spooned dough onto their respective cookie sheets, TJ couldn’t resist playfully bumping his hip into Steve’s.

“Trying to wreck my concentration?” Steve teased.

“Are you saying you have to concentrate to do this?”

“Fair point,” Steve conceded as TJ grinned at him.

The pair were content to tease as they finished filling the cookie sheets. By the time they were slipping them into the oven and setting the timer, they were both more relaxed.

Grabbing the dirty dishes, TJ headed to the sink though his eyes were still fixed on Steve’s features were the other man was checking a recipe for another kitchen project. He couldn’t help but think he would never get tired of the time they spent together cooking up whatever struck their fancy whether it was quick and simple or something more extravagant that took hours to finish. No matter their different experiences, in this they were learning together.

Hearing the sink running, Steve looked up. He couldn’t help but smile at the now familiar site of TJ, relaxed and happy in the kitchen. When he was younger if his mother had said he would someday look forward to moments like this he would have thought she was crazy.

Remembering his thoughts from the night before, Steve let his eyes roam over TJ while the other man’s back was turned. He was slimmer than Steve, but he could see the strength in the lines of TJ’s back and shoulders underneath the fitted t-shirt he wore. Steve swallowed as his eyes drifted lower. Everyone teased him about his ass being a national treasure, but he was fairly certain a monument could be built in honor of TJ’s backside and people would come from across the world to appreciate it.

“You gonna help dry or are you planning to stare at me all night?” TJ called over his shoulder, winking at Steve.

He didn’t know how TJ had caught him, but Steve hoped his face hadn’t turned too red at being called out. Either way, he grabbed the dish towel and moved to help.

Unable to resist a bit of teasing, he stopped right behind TJ. Leaving only an inch or two between them, he leaned toward the other man’s ear to whisper, “I was just enjoying the view.”

“Well enjoy it while you work,” TJ scolded playfully as he set the last of their small collection of dishes onto the drying rack.

Wiping off the counter, TJ watched as Steve put a mixing bowl away. The blond turned around, offering up a broad smile when he caught TJ staring at him. TJ didn’t bother to look away since it only seemed fair that he got to stare too.

Steve stepped closer, reaching around TJ to grab the last bowl to put away. TJ could feel the heat radiating from the super soldier’s body, caught a scent that was uniquely Steve as he inhaled sharply.

TJ almost whimpered when Steve stepped back, eyes unsure as if he thought he might have crossed some imaginary line despite them being in a similar position only moments before. Deciding there was no time like the present, TJ took a deep breath.

“Remember when you told me you always wanted me to tell you what I wanted?” TJ fought his instinct to look away, instead making himself meet Steve’s brilliant blue eyes.

“Yes.” Steve eyes softened, appearing pleased that he remembered. TJ noticed a smudge of flour on Steve’s cheek, but resisted the urge to reach up and wipe it off.

One more deep breath and he jumped in with both feet. “I want you to kiss me.” The words were a whisper, nerves almost robbing him of his voice as his eyes dropped to stare at another smudge of flour on the grey t-shirt that was easily a size too small.

He heard Steve’s breathe catch, waited for his warmth to pull away. No matter what they’d said before, no matter how much Steve flirted with him, TJ couldn’t shake that last bit of insecurity. Couldn’t rid himself of that small voice that told him no one really wanted him like that.

“TJ …” The blond growled his name, as TJ realized the flour smudge he was still staring at was getting closer. “TJ, look at me.” He could feel the heat of Steve’s breath against his face.

Hands gripping the counter behind him, TJ lifted his eyes. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see, but the heat in Steve’s gaze, pupils blown wide, wasn’t it.

“Did you mean it? Is that really what you want? Because once I kiss you I don’t think I’m going to want to stop. Once I have you I’m not letting you go … ever.”

“I know. I’m sure. I may not be exactly where I want to be in my life yet, but I know I want this.” He leaned closer, his nose brushing against Steve’s cheek. “I know I want you.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before he felt Steve’s lips press gently against his. It was soft at first as if the soldier was giving him a chance to change his mind, but TJ knew what he wanted. Licking at the seam of Steve’s lips, TJ felt the moan from the soldier reverberating through his body. Lost in the sensation, he almost missed Steve lifting him off the ground and setting him on the counter as he fit himself between TJ’s legs.

Steve heard the oven timer beep, but with TJ pressed against him, their mouths joined, he really didn’t care if the cookies burned. They could make more later. Possibly much later.

“You boys gonna …” Natasha looked up, noticing what was going on. “Never mind, I’ll just pull those out of the oven before the house burns down. I think Clint and I are gonna hang out with the kittens and have a movie marathon tonight, so you two have as much fun as you want.”

She never stopped grinning as shut off the timer, retrieved the cookies, and placed them on the cooling racks. She wasn’t actually sure if TJ had registered her presence. Steve’s quick glance her direction as he nibbled at TJ’s collarbone told her the super soldier had.

Natasha stifled a laugh when Steve clearly decided it was time for more privacy. Guiding TJ’s legs around his waist with his hands, Steve reached around his partner and lifted him off the counter. TJ clung to the blond, not seeming to mind that he was being carried from the room.

Shaking her head, Natasha decided she might as well make the best of being left with the cookies, so she moved to grab a glass and the jug of milk.

“Did I just ….” Clint started as he strolled into the room.

Natasha’s answering grin halted the rest of the question.

“Awesome,” the archer was thrilled for both of them. They deserved a chance to be happy.

“Lucky for us they finished the cookies before they got distracted.” She handed Clint a glass of milk. “I might have told Steve we were going to hang out downstairs and have a movie marathon with the mascots tonight.”

Clint nodded. “Works for me.”

A few moments later everyone else had meandered into the kitchen, lured by the smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.

“Is it just me or are we missing a couple people?” Tony noted their absence.

“They are otherwise occupied,” Clint winked.

“Seriously?” Sam’s brows shot up. “I’m impressed. They didn’t make us stage an intervention after all.”

Tony and Pepper handed glasses of milk to Sam and Bruce before Tony raised his in a toast. “To the love birds. May they continue to be happy so they’ll keep feeding us.”

“Cheers to that,” Clint was the first to raise his glass in return. “Nat promised me a movie marathon. Anyone care to join?”

Grabbing the platter of cookies, Tony headed for the door. “I get first pick.”

Everyone else laughed, following behind him.

No matter what threat Fury’s call warned them was coming, for tonight they would enjoy laughter together thrilled with the knowledge that two men that both deserved so much more happiness than they’d previously been given had finally found some together.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

A/N: That’s a wrap. I’m not even sure how I feel about this being done I’ve spent so long with it.

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I just wrote the final words of American Punchline. Not gonna lie I’m totally emotional right now. 

69 chapters, 108,776 words, 2 years of my life, a lot of laughter, and almost as many years later and the story I never anticipated is finally done. 

I’m not even sure what to do now.

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Quick question

Those that are tagged here are the list from the first American Punchline story. Since it only has one chapter left before I start work on the other AP-verse fics, I wanted to get confirmation if you guys still want to be tagged in the subsequent works. 

If you want to stay (or be added if you aren’t on the list and want to be added, please either like, reblog, or message me. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll remove you from the tagging list. 

Just kidding, I will not consider it abandonment if you elect not to continue on... I just haven’t had a reason to use this gif in a while ;)

Just let me know :)

Link to the American Punchline master post in case anybody wants to know WTF this is about ...

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American Punchline Ch 68

A TJ Hammond/Steve Rogers Crossover

You can find the previous chapters here (or on AO3).

Note: This is the end for American Punchline. See note at the end regarding where we go from here.

Chapter 68

“I don’t know about you guys, but I could go for something sweet before I crash.” Tony didn’t bother stopping or turning around to face the others as he headed for the kitchen. They would either follow or they wouldn’t.

TJ shook his head, laughing at the billionaire as they followed. Once they reached the kitchen, he veered off toward one of the less used counters. “Lucky for you, I happen to know where to find something sweet.”

Tony aborted his trek to the fridge, spinning around to find TJ. “Yep. Those look sweet.”

This time everyone laughed as Tony all but started bouncing up and as TJ walked toward him carefully balancing two rather delicious looking cakes.

“How did you find time to make those?” Pepper asked as she rounded the island to help Steve retrieve plates and silverware.

“We baked them yesterday evening while prepping dinner and finished them after everyone headed to bed for the night.” Steve grinned. “TJ rather correctly assumed we might want something when we got home.”

“Is that German chocolate?” Bruce eyed one of them as TJ set them on the island.

“Sure is,” he grinned. “Dive in. The other is carrot cake with a cream cheese frosting.”

TJ stepped back, bumping into Steve’s chest as they watched the others ooh and aah over the cakes as Bruce and Natasha cut into them.

Plates and glasses in hand everyone made their way into the living room where they could enjoy their treats comfortably.

At the sound of the humans entering the room three kitten heads popped up from the pile of fur on the couch. All yawning as wide as their little mouths would open, they started to stretch so they could find their favorite people.

“So what did you think of your inaugural event?” Bruce directed the question to Cap and TJ.

“It was amazing.”

“I still can’t believe there were so many people.” TJ shook his head. “Makes me wish I’d gotten my head out of my ass to do something sooner.”

“We can’t do anything to change the past, but your current path set us in motion to help 5,879 people today.” Pepper tried to redirect his focus before TJ spun a positive into something he did wrong. “And we already have calls from 5 other cities that heard about today’s event and would like to schedule their own.”

“Wow.” Steve and TJ both stared at her.

“If the participants we all spoke to and the high level exit survey results I’m seeing are all accurate, I’d say it was a day very well spent.”

“Thanks, Pep.” TJ gave her a big smile, knowing exactly what she was doing. “I think I might need sleep before I think about where we’re doing this next.”

“I’ll second that.” Clint mumbled around a mouthful of cake earning him a playful smack on the head from Natasha.

“I’m just glad we made it through the entire day without any family drama.” TJ leaned back into Steve’s arm as he took a bite of cake, missing the glances exchanged between Nat, Tony, and Clint.

“About that …” Tony started.

“What happened?” TJ sighed, knowing he’d apparently spoken too soon.

“Nothing crazy. Mommy dearest and a couple of her hired muscle made a very brief appearance in the afternoon.” Clint answered.

TJ’s brows rose as he waited for someone to elaborate.

“I made sure to personally greet her and ensure she headed right back where she came from.” Natasha explained. “I didn’t think you needed to waste your time on that particular bit of drama today.”

“Lemme guess, she watched the interview Tony and I did and isn’t happy.” He gave a humorless laugh. “I did notice an uptick in calls from her after that. I’m sure she’s pissed that I didn’t answer them.”

“Something like that. I made sure she understood that you would be in touch when you were ready and not before.” Natasha grinned at him.

“Thanks, Nat.”

“Anytime. I’m sure I could have had a bit more fun, but I didn’t think standing at the entrance to the convention center was the time to really give her a piece of my mind.”

“I’m sure she would appreciate that concept if she ever stopped to consider that you took it easy on her.” TJ took another bite of cake, happy to realize that he wasn’t at all upset that the others had waited until now to tell him that his mother tried to interrupt his day. Rather than feeling like they were trying to shield him so he wouldn’t have a meltdown and cause a PR incident, he felt like they were trying to help him protect the amazing day he was having. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to come face to face with her in the middle of the crowd today. The last thing they needed was a day meant for them to become a Hammond family three ring circus.”

TJ felt Steve’s hand give his shoulder a gentle squeeze and knew he wasn’t the only one.

“Anytime. You know we’re perfectly content to run interference as long as necessary.” Clint spoke up wanting to make sure there was no question.

“I know.” TJ grinned at him. “How’s the cake?”

“Delicious. I might have to grab a piece of the carrot cake too. I hate to make it feel left out.” The archer slid off the loveseat and headed for entry. “Anyone else need anything while I’m up?”

“Nope. We’re good.” Tony answered seeing everyone else shaking their heads. Once Clint was out of the room, he turned to TJ and Steve. “You two do realize he’s likely to have both those cakes eaten before lunch tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, but knowing us we’ll just end up making something else.” TJ shrugged.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

Stepping into the steaming shower, Steve couldn’t help but think about how much his life had changed in the last month all because of one random evening stroll through DC when he was too restless to stare at his apartment walls for another moment.

If anyone had bothered to ask at the time, he would have insisted he was getting along just fine on his own. He had his work with SHIELD, visits to Peggy, plenty of time to run and workout … and more than enough time to stare at empty walls while he wasn’t sleeping.

If he was being honest, he knew Bucky would have kicked his ass if he’d seen the way he was living. No. Not living. Existing.

For all that he told TJ it felt like people forgot there was a person behind the shield and uniform, he had to admit that sometimes he seemed to forget it as well.

Now silent dinners were replaced with what could best be described as family meals with everyone gathered together. Solitary evenings were full of laughter and hugs. Lonely nights of fighting the cold after nightmares were chased off by the presence of a man he had to admit he’d fallen completely in love with.

Steve sighed with his admission. It wasn’t that the thought it was some hopeless, unrequited dream. He knew TJ was interested in seeing where things went. But ever since coming out of the closet, it seemed like he spent more and more time thinking about what that would be like. More and more time watching TJ and seeing all the reasons he couldn’t imagine life without him.

The very thought of that future made the heat rise within him. Rinsing the shampoo from his hair, he let the water run over his face. Eyes closed as warm water poured over him, Steve reached for the knobs, adjusting it until the stream ran cold. After all, TJ would be joining him once he was done with his own shower and he’d promised he wouldn’t push anything until TJ was ready.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

Hurrying to dry off from his shower, TJ wanted to give himself a bit of time to write in his journal before he headed to Steve’s room to sleep. He had to laugh at himself, knowing that the other man would tell him to take his time or even to bring the journal with him so he could write there.

It wasn’t like him journalling was a secret. He knew at least Steve and Nat were well aware he’d been keeping up with the habit, though what was written remained unknown to everyone but him. It felt a bit strange that he simply left the journal atop the small table near the window, never bothering to try to conceal it. Yet he remained completely confident that no one in the house would pry.

Curled up in the chair, he pulled the throw over his lap as he grabbed the book. He’d started this journal while Steve was gone on that first mission. He’d ordered it that first night and been writing in it ever since.

A few times in the past he’d started to do the same thing, but the habit never stuck. It was always interrupted by random flings, family drama, and the unshakable belief that anything and everything he wrote was likely being read by his mother and or some random lackey she assigned the task of watching for signs of his next breakdown.

Grabbing his pen, he set to the task of recording his thoughts from the day. He made sure to note the feels of doubt and insecurity that had struck before his pep talk from Steve. Though he dealt with them then and new Steve was right, it felt important to acknowledge them here.

Ten minutes later, TJ closed the book and set it back on the table. Letting his head fall back into the chair, he closed his eyes and briefly pictured a day when he would curled up in the chair in Steve’s room as he wrote. He could imagine watching Steve emerge from the bathroom, hair wet with a towel around his waist.

Giggling to himself at the idea of where that fantasy would take him, TJ untangled himself from the throw and headed for the door.

As crazy as the idea sounded, he was beginning to think he might have to heed his grandmother’s advice and not force himself to wait for everything to feel completely perfect and in control before he took the next step. He only hoped that when he worked up the nerve to admit it, Steve was as serious about things as he was because TJ was pretty sure there was no coming back once you’d fallen in love with Steve Rogers.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

A/N: Oh boys. What am I going to do with you?

Me thinks that chapter 69 may finally bring this little plot bunny turned epic drama to a close.

So, quick show of hands - all in favor of the sequel with the full disclosure that it is going to have unpredictable update schedules, completely rewrite CATWS, and have untold amounts of family fluff and kittens - speak now.

Those that think the AP-verse should rest in peace at the conclusion of this fic - you should speak too.

Silence will be taken as a lack of f$%#s what happens after this story ends.

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Happened to be scrolling through some of the old asks I received back when I was way more active on here and ran across this little gem. 

Given that I am getting ready to write the final chapter of American Punchline ... Chapter 69 ... I feel like I should apologize for ever having thought these uncooperative characters would let me finish in 50. 

While part of me would like to tell them ...

Instead it’s really more like ...

as the notes for the sequel and a handful of one offs in the American Punchline universe have already set up camp. 

So next time someone asks me to predict when a fic will end I’m gonna have to go with ...

I don’t know ... ask the characters.

Hi, Hope you are having a nice day! I really want to read American Punchline because it seems like a truly amazing and well written story, but I don't know how long it will be and that prevents me from diving into it head-first. Soooo, if it's not a problem, could you give me an idea of how many chaps you are planning to put down? I hope I don't sound rude, it's really just out of curiosity. Bye!! *hugs and love*

Not rude. Or at least I don’t take it that way. I’ve often wondered the same thing about WIP fics. 

I feel like whatever answer I give is likely to be wrong, because thanks to some unruly behavior by the characters, I’m having to adjust the way it was ending. I can’t really hold it against them though. 

So the possibly completely incorrect answer is that I’m aiming to have American Punchline wrapped up in 50 chapters. Then there may or may not be a sequel depending on continued cooperation of the characters and interest from the readers. 

[jlstreck]

American Punchline Ch 67

A TJ Hammond/Steve Rogers Crossover

You can find the previous chapters here (or on AO3).

Note:  When you’re working on chapter 68 and realize that while you posted chapter 67 on AO3 before Christmas, you failed to post it on Tumblr. Ooops.

Chapter 67

“How do you think it’s going so far?” TJ looked anxiously at Steve as they ducked into the small room designated as command central.

“Amazing based on the reactions I’ve been getting. What about you?”

“Better than I ever expected. It feels so weird.” TJ shrugged, turning a bit so Steve couldn’t really see his face.

“Hey. Why are you trying to hide?” Cap reached out, tugging TJ closer to him.

Letting his head fall against Steve’s shoulder, TJ thought about Steve’s question. “Ingrained reaction?”

Resting his chin atop TJ’s head, Steve wrapped his arms around him hoping that it would help center him as TJ always claimed it did.

After a few silent moments, TJ finally spoke up. “I guess it’s a couple of things.” He paused for a second. “I’m not used to being so involved with anything that is considered a success.”

“Well, you might have to get used to that feeling. This is just the beginning for our foundation work.” Steve squeezed him a bit tighter silently reinforcing the message.

“Yeah, I’m not opposed to that at all.” TJ chuckled even though he knew it was very true.

“So what else is it?” Cap guessed whatever else TJ was thinking was less happy.

“I feel like an ass. I’m talking to all these people that have had it a million times harder than I ever did. I’m a fucking spoiled rich kid that couldn’t keep his shit together despite a fleet of expensive doctors and therapists. So many of the people out there have done so much more with so much less than I ever had.”

Hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder again, TJ tried not to fall apart.

“Hey, remember when we were talking about our list of things we wanted to do and you were worried that yours was going to seem ridiculous next to mine because of the things I’ve done?”

“Yeah.”

“Remember what I told you then?”

“Something about my wishes have no less value than yours just because we’d led different lives.” TJ mumbled.

“The same thing applies here. No two lives are the same. No two situations are the same. Yes having money makes some things easier, but it doesn’t guarantee an easy life nor does it mean people with money don’t struggle. Yes, the people out there have done a lot of things, both good and bad, with less resources than you had. They also weren’t shoved into a media spotlight with their every move, their every word scrutinized for the entire world. None of this about comparing stories and deciding who deserves to have struggled. This is about understanding and accepting that all of us have struggled, but that with a bit of help we can all do better. We can all lead a life we can be proud of.”

“You’re doing it again.” TJ finally stood straight, grinning at Steve.

“Doing what?”

“Giving those insanely good motivational talks that I swear must be written ahead of time.”

Both men chuckled.

“Does that mean you think I’m right?” Steve asked, hoping that all they good they were doing for others today wasn’t going to cause TJ to struggle more.

“You tend to be. I’m sorry you keep having to repeat yourself to make me listen.” TJ’s eyes dropped to their shoes.

Reaching out, Steve cupped TJ’s chin, pulling his head back up until the other man finally looked at him again.

“I’ll repeat it as much as you need to hear it. I get it and I want to be able to tell you things like that any time you need to hear them.”

TJ nodded unable to find any words to explain how Steve’s statement made him feel. Before they could say anything else, Sam ducked into the area with them.

“This is amazing.” He was smiling wider than they’d even seen before. “I’m so glad you guys asked me to be a part of this. I mean, my VA groups are great. I’m helping a couple dozen people there, but this … this is unreal. Pepper said we’ve had over 3,000 people come through registration so far.”

Sam grabbed a can of Coke before ducking back out the door.

“What do you say we go see what we can do for some of those 3,000.” Between the talk with Steve and Sam’s sudden but timely reminder of just how much good today was doing, TJ was re-energized to get back at it.

“Let’s do it.” Steve started to follow him to the door, grabbing TJ’s hand to stop him just before he opened the door. “Just promise me you’ll come find me or at least send me a message if you start feeling overwhelmed again.”

“I promise.”

With that the two emerged to go talk to more people.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

Despite all the security in place to ensure the day was safe for everyone involved, Natasha couldn’t stop herself from staying where she could see anyone and everyone that came through the doors. Something about having the team and TJ exposed at a very publicized event made her nervous. That it was being held in DC only made her that much more on edge.

Seeing a group approaching the door, the spy groaned. This was why she was on guard duty. Heading them off before they could enter the building, Natasha confronted them.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my son.” Elaine’s tone and expression made it clear she expected to get exactly what she wanted. “Since no one will tell me where he is these days, I had no choice but to come here since the entire world knows where he is today.”

“Oh, you’ve had plenty of choices and you’ve made the wrong ones.” Natasha snapped.

“I just want to talk to him. I … I saw his interviews. I guess I never really thought about how all this messed with him and now everyone is looking at me like I failed him..”

“You’re not coming in here and stirring up shit with him today.”

“If I can just talk to him. I’m sure we can smooth things over. Maybe get a picture or two to counteract the current public sentiment.”

Natasha clenched her fists, reminder herself that assaulting a woman that may very well be the President one day wasn’t the best idea even if it would make her feel better.

“No, I’ll pass along the message when the event is over and when he’s ready he can reach out. But right now you need to get over the idea that everything is about you and let TJ have this day unencumbered by the Hammond family bullshit. He’s worked too hard for this for me to let you ruin it.”

Elaine’s mouth gaped open and Nat couldn’t help but wonder at how a human being as loving and generous as TJ could possibly have spawned from such a self-centered, politically motivated mother.

“I …”

“No. I suggest you and your security detail march back to wherever you came from and go the hell away. Nothing about this day involves you.”

“Is there a problem here?” Tony stepped up beside Nat and she caught Clint on her other side from her peripheral vision.

“TJ’s mother was just leaving. Weren’t you?”

“I think it’s best we leave now, ma’am.” One of the guards finally spoke up, gripping Elaine’s elbow in at attempt to encourage her to leave.

“Fine.” Elaine huffed, storming back in the direction she’d come.

“Why do I get the feeling we missed the fun?” Clint asked as they watched her go.

“She wanted to turn this into a fucking photo op to smooth over the backlash she’s getting from people that are realizing she’s not the ideal mother she wants them to believe. She’s got some balls trying to come in here and turn this into an event for her own gain.”

“I assume we aren’t telling TJ about this until later. Possibly much later.” Tony commented as they finally turned to head back into the building.

“Correct. He doesn’t need this bullshit interrupting what has so far been an amazing day. If the chatter I’m hearing from volunteers and participants is indicative of the general sentiment, I’d say this will be counted a rousing success.”

Clint laughed. “That’s a lotta big words, but I’m pretty sure you’re right.”

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

“Ashley?” TJ spotted the first person he’d helped register this morning as she emerged from the housing assistance area.

“Mr. Hammond, thank you again for organizing this.” She stopped a couple feet from him, eyes meeting his only briefly before they fell to the floor.

TJ frowned, recognizing the timidity that so often came with abuse.

“Please, call me TJ. And you’re welcome. Are you getting everything you need?”

She nodded. “The counselor helped a lot. I’m going to start going to meetings to help stay clean. Just got transitional housing set up so I can get out of the apartment and away from Jeff. Looks like I’m almost up for the job assistance.” She held up the Stark device.

“Good. I’m glad it’s all working out.” TJ smiled when she finally peered up at him.

“Maybe if I make it work someday I can volunteer at one of these.” She gestured around the room. “I wasn’t at the top of my class in high school, but I did pretty well. Maybe I could go back to school again.”

TJ nodded. “We’d love to see you helping out when you’re ready. Do you want to meet with the education volunteers? The can help you figure out what your options are and get you set up for the follow up assistance.”

“Follow up assistance?” The young woman asked.

“We knew there would be some things that people would want to do but wouldn’t be in a position to jump into it until other things got settled. The help we’re offering doesn’t just end today. When you’re in a place to be able to go back to school, you’ll have access to a team that will help. Anyone you meet with that falls into that category will go over the system, but you’ll also get briefed on all the follow ups as part of the exit process.”

Ashley smiled, eyes lighting up at this additional information. “You guys really went all out. It’s hard to believe people like you and Captain America want to spend your time with stuff like this.”

Chuckling, TJ found he could understand where she came from. “I guess it is, but at the same time it isn’t. Steve’s dedicated his life to trying to help the people around him and I’ve hit rock bottom and learned how much easier it is to climb back up when you’ve got help. Combine that with Tony and the Stark Foundation and their mission to pretty much help everybody and it’s suddenly not so surprising.

“I guess when you put it that way …” Ashley help her Stark device as it chirped. “Looks like I better head toward my next stop. Do you know how I get added to the list for the education stuff.”

“Sure do.” TJ tapped at his Stark Pad. “You’re on the list.”

“Thank you!” She smiled, giving a small wave as she made her way across the floor.

TJ stood watching as she disappeared, happy that the woman that looked so frightened and frail this morning was starting to feel like she had a future to look forward to.

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

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[jlstreck]

Visiting the outlaws for the holiday, so I didn't get a chance to make anything new for you guys. Hopefully you'll forgive me and enjoy a revisit from years past. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! @steverogersnotebook @onceuponardj @dwindlingdichotomy @captaincorruptor @stevetopsbuckysbottom and everyone else!!!

[jlstreck]

American Punchline Ch 66

A TJ Hammond/Steve Rogers Crossover

You can find the previous chapters here (or on AO3).

Chapter 66

As their small caravan maneuvered toward the back entrance to the convention center everyone caught sight of the crowd amassed out front. It was a full hour before the doors were scheduled to open, but there were hundreds if not thousands huddled in the brisk DC morning.

“Are those protest signs I see?” Steve groaned. They’d been expecting this.

“They are, but notice they are being held at bay.” Tony commented. “It’s a little outside their normal duties, but when they caught wind of what we were putting together a couple of the Patriot Guard groups reached out to see if they could assist. Apparently, they were expecting the Westboro idiots just like we were.”

“Remind me to find a way to thank them.” Steve noted to the group with him.

“I’m sure they’d appreciate the thought,” Tony started. “But don’t stress too much about it. After their call they received a rather sizeable donation to help support their efforts.”

“Thanks, Tony.” TJ replied as he squeezed Steve’s hand.

“JARVIS is having coffee and donuts delivered momentarily for the crowd.” Pepper shifted the focus to something more positive than Westboro’s inevitable protest. “We can’t do much at this point, but that makes the wait a bit more pleasant.”

“That’s perfect.” Steve hopped out of the SUV as they stopped beside the door, reaching back to give TJ and Natasha each a hand as they slipped out behind him. “If everything is in order and any of the volunteers are free maybe I could take a small team out to start pre-registering people.”

“Emily confirmed everything is exactly as it should be and the majority of volunteers are already checked in.” Pepper grinned. “Let’s stash our stuff, grab what we need, and head out front.”

“I didn’t mean you needed to freeze …”

Pepper glared at him before he could finish.

“Right. In that case, let’s go.” Steve followed without further argument.

Ten minutes later they were emerging from the front of the building, staring into a crowd that seemed to double in size since they’d driven by.

“Thank you for the coffee.” A young woman spoke as soon as she recognized them.

“You’re welcome.” TJ smiled. Judging by the fading bruises on her cheek and almost dangerously thin build, he suspected he wasn’t a service member. “Why don’t we go ahead and start getting you registered.”

As TJ started entering her information into the Stark Pad, he heard Tony prompting Steve to speak up so at least part of the crowd could hear him.

“Thank you all for waiting patiently for the doors to open. The team and I hope you are each able to gain access to resources that can help make like a bit easier today. Even though things won’t get under way for another 45 minutes, we wanted to go ahead and start getting people registered.” He turned as he heard a door open behind him and noticed about 30 more volunteers spilling out of the building.

“Don’t mind us, Captain.” A young man in the front spoke up. “Just thought we’d lend a hand.”

Nodding at the volunteer, Steve turned back to the crowd. “If you can try to form up into fairly orderly lines, we’ll work our way as far as we can before the doors open. Once you’re registered you’ll either receive one of these to be notified when you’re getting close to your time with any specialist or you can receive updates via your phone.” He held up his hand waving a small device.

By the time the doors opened they had registered over 350 people that all needed one or more of the services they were offering for the day. It seemed the majority needed multiple forms of assistance.

Knowing they needed to trust the system they’d set up Steve, TJ, and the others headed toward the main convention floor meander and talk to people while the army of volunteers continued registration and kept things organized. They all split up, staying close enough to see at least one other person from the family while also ensuring they were available to assist as many different people as possible.

“Thank you, Captain.” Steve shook the hand of yet another young veteran.

While Steve wanted to downplay his part in it, he remembered what Sam had told him. This was no small thing for the people here and to brush off their thanks could to some serve to make them feel like they should have been able to cope without assistance.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled taking a few seconds to look at the man that appeared to be no more than in his mid-twenties. “Are you finding everything you need?”

“I think so.”

Cap couldn’t help but think he looked rather overwhelmed. “Anything I can help you with?”

“No. You’ve done so much already. You don’t need to bother with me. I’m sure I’ll figure it all out.”

Steve shifted, resting his hand on the younger man’s shoulder as he navigated them toward one of the many sets of chairs set around the room to allow for conversations.

“Nonsense. The whole purpose of today is to make sure guys like you and me get the help they need including figuring out what some of that help might actually be. Believe me, I have some idea how overwhelming stuff like this can be. Let’s start with something easy. What’s your name?”

“Trevor, sir.”

“Nice to meet you Trevor. Please just call me Steve. Now why don’t you tell me what brought you out here today.”

“I just … I don’t know what I’m doing. My parents …” The young man fell silent and Steve could see he was struggling to keep his composure.

“Whatever it is, I’m not here to judge you and as several friends have been persistently reminding me lately - no matter how tough we are we’re still only human and are allowed to struggle with things and need help. Now, I’m not saying I’m going to have all the great advice that the battalion of professionals we brought here today have for you, but I’d really like to help where I can and make sure you’re able to take advantage of everything you need here today.”

“Thanks, Capt … Steve. I joined up when I was 18. The day after I graduated high school. My parents weren’t thrilled, but at the same time they knew we couldn’t afford college and they were barely scraping by. Things plugged along pretty well until my third tour in the Middle East. The convoy I was in … there were IEDs … so many IEDS. They keep telling me I was lucky. I was the only one from three vehicles that made it out alive. I was thrown when the humvee exploded, lost a couple parts and pieces in the process.”

Trevor gestured to his legs and Steve noticed how the material lay rather odd at each knee.

“I’m able to walk on these, but they hurt like a son of a bitch. Turns out as far as my dad is concerned it would have been better if I’d died. Then he’d have gotten the insurance payout to cover a chunk of his gambling debts. Instead he ended up strapped with a crippled son. Suffice it to say, I get the care the government will pay for and not a bit over what insurance covers. As if that weren’t enough, the docs think I have PTSD. Of course, Dad just thinks that is a bunch of psychobabble bullshit. I’ve gotta get out of there, but nobody wants to hire a military trained mechanic with two bum legs that can barely walk.”

“I wouldn’t say nobody.” Steve gave him an encouraging smile, grinning even wider when he saw Tony out of the corner of his eye. “I think we’ll be able to help you with just about everything you need, but first I want you to meet someone.” He waved at Tony, leaning back when Stark spotted him and picked up his pace to join them.

“What can I do for you?” Tony pulled up a third chair, looking rather excited about being summoned as he gave the young soldier a second to regroup from his appearance.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting next to Tony Stark. I mean, meeting Captain Rogers was easily the highlight of my life, but this … I’ve got to be hallucinating.”

“Nope. I’m here. Now I’m guessing Capsicle wanted me here for a reason, so what I can do for you and what can I call you?”

“Trevor, sir.” The young man choked out.

“None of that sir stuff.” Tony shook his head before turning to see if Steve would clue him in on what was needed.

“Got any experience with prosthesis?”

“A bit.” Tony grinned. “What are we dealing with?”

Trevor stared wide-eyed at the two men. “Um, legs.”

“Mind showing me or would you prefer to take advantage of one of those snifty little makeshift rooms we’ve got set up?”

Glancing around and seeing that no one was paying them any attention, Trevor reached down and tugged both his pants legs up.

“Please tell me that’s not what’s being passed off as viable options for guys returning from war?” Tony grimaced.

“Depends on how much money you’re able to shell out on top of the insurance. Let’s just say these are the base models.”

Tony glared harder at the prosthesis looking for all the world like they’d been made to personally offend him.

“Well that’s gonna have to change.” Stark looked at Steve before turning his attention back to Trevor. “As for you, what’s your background?”

“I was a mechanic for the Army.”

“Still want to be a mechanic or are you pursuing something else these days?” Tony inquired.

“I’m pursuing anything that’ll let me get a place to leave and afford to eat. Not overly picky these days and crippled mechanics are in pretty short demand.” He frowned. “Always did like tinkering with the machines though.”

“I’ve got an idea.” Tony grinned. “I’m gonna need to get a few things in order, but that shouldn’t take long. Are you in line for career counseling today?”

“Yes. Was hoping they might be able to help me find a solution.”

“What’s your last name, Trevor?” Tony was already tapping away at his Stark Pad.

“McElroy.”

“Perfect. Just made sure you’re going to meet my the Stark recruiter and gave her the intel she needs. Any preference on location?”

Trevor looked to Steve, trying to figure out just what was happening.

Cap gave him the only answer he could think of, “Just be honest.”

“Not really. Given the way things are with my parents I think maybe away from Virginia and DC would be a good thing, but I’ll find a way to get wherever I need to be if it’s a chance at stable work and paying my own way.”

“Fair enough. I’m thinking one of the upstate New York facilities is gonna be the best bet for this, but don’t hold me to that just yet.”

“What exactly is this, Mr. Stark?” Trevor was completely lost.

“Stark Industries Prosthesis. Full scale development and production of a range of prosthetics for all budgets. Ones that will actually give amputees a real chance at having the lives they want.”

Steve tried not to laugh at Trevor's awestruck expression as they sat in silence for several seconds.

“But what does that have to do with where I want to live?”

“Facilities like that require people to work at them. People that can help take care of the equipment. People that want to tinker and try creating and building. People that have a vested interest in producing something that is going to make a difference.” Tony grinned. “People like you. Assuming you’re interested. I assure you, Stark Industries pays more than a livable wage, includes full benefits, and most my facilities offer both short and long term housing options for relocation.”

“I’m interested. I’m definitely interested. I can’t imagine there are many people in my shoes that wouldn’t be.”

Tony was almost vibrating with excitement over this latest plan. “I need to find Pepper .. run something by her before I speak to the recruiters. You may be onto something.”

“Thanks, Tony.” Steve laughed as the shorter man rose, already looking for Pepper.

“Anytime.” With that he darted off across the room.

“Well, I think that just solved several of your challenges. Hopefully you’ll be all set by the time you leave here.”

“What do you think he was in such a rush to do?”

“Knowing Tony … he’s going to find a way to create the entire Stark Industries Prosthesis team using as many amputees as possible.”

*~*~ American Punchline ~*~*

Realized I posted this on AO3 yesterday and hadn’t updated it here. Oops. Sorry. 

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