shellheadman

[shellheadman]

i might come back and try again or i might not, but i never understood how RP here works

but anyway, you can find me on twitter if anyone writes there

[shellheadman]

Oh cool billionaire playboy

I was like a hooker basically the same thing

Different paths, but I get the comparison.

[shellheadman]

Room for maneuverability, huh? Yeah, we could definitely handle that. Any specific features you’re thinking of?

//I’m bored also wanted to branch out so here we are. Main premise of this OC wants to become a vigilante and wants a bit of help making her suit//

Hello. I don’t know if we’ve met but I was wondering if you could help me?

Oh, we haven’t. But I’m curious. What can I help you with?

@waterysister

[shellheadman]

"You don't think I'm charmingly handsome?"

"You're not exactly hard on the eyes either, Rogers. The whole tall, blue-eyed, and heroic thing helps. Not that I’m keeping a list or anything."

[shellheadman]

like this for a one sentence starter!

(I’m not sure how RP works here, but I’d like to get more interactions, so here it goes)

[shellheadman]

"Smarter and richer are your accomplishments?"

"Smarter and richer are just the icing on the cake, Cap. Let’s not forget 'charmingly handsome' as well.

[shellheadman]

canon

[shellheadman]

//I’m bored also wanted to branch out so here we are. Main premise of this OC wants to become a vigilante and wants a bit of help making her suit//

Hello. I don’t know if we’ve met but I was wondering if you could help me?

Oh, we haven’t. But I’m curious. What can I help you with?

@waterysister

[shellheadman]

He might be hotter, but I��m still smarter and richer.

[shellheadman]

Tony loved his life; to him, it was perfect in every sense of the word. He was married to an amazing man, a man he always admired but never thought he’d be with, and now, he couldn’t imagine his life without: Steve Rogers.

It had been years since the Snap that brought everyone back, and it had changed Tony’s life completely. It was not too long after that he and Pepper decided to part ways and mutually agreed to divorce. It hurt at first, but they were still friends, and he’d found a new home in Steve. It was unexpected, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

They had managed to build a quiet life for themselves, away from the noise but always ready when they were needed.

His days were perfect. He would spend his mornings with Steve, enjoying some time in bed before getting up to get ready. Usually, his day would involve working on new projects; other times, he would train new superheroes. Then, he would go back home, tell Steve about his day during dinner, hear about his, and finish off by spending some quiet time together. On less busy days, they’d go on dates, whether it was a fancy restaurant or a cozy café, Tony cherished every moment. He couldn’t ask for more.

One day, Tony was about to leave the house, but he noticed something wasn’t right. The vase that stood in their living room was… odd. Tony couldn’t tell what it was, so he kept staring at it. He didn’t leave the house that day; he just stared at it for hours and hours until Steve came home. Steve tried talking to him, but it was as if Tony could no longer hear him; he just kept staring at that vase.

He didn’t go to bed that night, and then morning came and he didn’t move. Days went by like that; he would only get up to eat something or go to the bathroom, but soon that stopped as well. Many friends came over to try and pull Tony out of his trance, but nothing worked. Steve was worried, but Tony couldn’t move his eyes off the vase.

And then it hit him: the vase wasn’t real. But what else wasn’t real? The carpet wasn’t real, the table wasn’t real. Nothing was real. This life, his house, his husband—it wasn’t real.

He felt a pain in his right arm, and it quickly spread through his whole body until it reached his head. It was as if he had been hit by a truck a thousand times. What the hell was that about?

Suddenly, his eyes opened and he found himself in a bright room with beeping noises. As his eyesight adjusted, he realized it was a hospital room. He tried to speak, he tried to move, but he wasn’t sure if he could or if anyone was even in the room to notice him.

@shellheadman

There's a dull ache that is forming in Steve's neck from the way he's sitting. He hadn't felt right leaving the hospital room, not since Tony was admitted. Maybe it was guilt, that had bubbled it's way into Steve's chest. ( had it ever left? He wasn't sure, not when it came to Tony. Not the mess the two of them made of everything. ) Pepper sits across from Steve, huddled near Tony's bed. She looks devastated, in a way that Steve isn't sure he or anyone could ever piece back together. He doesn't blame her, Tony was a light in the world that not many people really had the chance to get to know. Steve had fumbled it, many times, their friendship-- their relationship if you would even be able to call it that. But, he cared for the man, if nothing else even after everything all the mess, Tony was a man that he considered his friend. He knew Tony down to his bones, and maybe that's why it burned so deeply when the man tried to give up his life. Steve wished it had been him, but in truth--- Everything started and ended with Iron man. It had only been fitting that Tony had brought Thanos down. Steve just hoped he would be waking up. That was something that no one was really sure would happen and Steve prayed ( to a god he no longer believed in ) that if there was anything right in the world-- that Tony would wake up. Steve had once said the world had lost it's greatest defender, but he never wanted to have to say it again. Maybe that's why he was so nervous to leave Tony's side. When the battles truly mattered, Steve had been selfish he had ran--- he couldn't. No, he wouldn't do that again. He owed it to the man to be there when he woke. Maybe that's why he pushed so hard for Pepper to go home, she needed rest and after days of them being here waiting, they both needed a break. And Steve promised to look over the man. It took a bit, but the tired worn look on Pepper's face said it all -- she needed rest. It wasn't much of a push after that, and finally Steve and him were alone in a hospital room, the soft beeping and the heavy sound of breathing the only thing filling the silence. "I think I owe you an apology." Steve offers his voice thick, not sure if tony can even here him but maybe it needed to be said. He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhausted. "You better wake up to here it" He mutters mostly to himself as he moves his chair closer to Tony's hospital bed, he kicks out his legs to get a bit comfortable.

[shellheadman]

[shellheadman]

You’re quite close. Although, I was thinking of someone much more handsome.

“Yeah? I can think of one who matches that description. Broad shoulders and a knack for wearing tight spandex.”

[shellheadman]

It’s Saturday, so you know what that means…

Locking myself for hours on end in my workshop.

[shellheadman]

“Yeah? I can think of one who matches that description. Broad shoulders and a knack for wearing tight spandex.”

“What can I say? I’ve got a soft spot for stubborn super soldiers who think they can take on the world alone.”

[shellheadman]

I’m fine, I just tripped a little.

[shellheadman]

Gives you a chocolate !!!

Ah! To what do I owe this pleasure?

[shellheadman]

“What can I say? I’ve got a soft spot for stubborn super soldiers who think they can take on the world alone.”

"You clicked your heels and wished for me."