ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.

( TOᑎY ᔕTᗩᖇK )

hey, wait a minute–

“cap?” a quick look was all it took for him to realize that the man clearly remembered nothing of him. no flash of recognition, nothing. zip. nada.

“steve rogers, right?” he said, turning to face him more fully. “let me guess, can’t remember a thing before your arrival on this island?”

shit, that stung a little. he and cap had had their ups and down throughout the ages (and it sure as hell had felt like ages), but they’d been a solid team by the end. at least, by tony’s end. seeing the lack of recognition felt like a punch to the gut. “it’s tony,” he said quietly, maybe a little desperately.

Guess today was a day for unusual questions. An awkward laugh escaped him before he spoke again. “Not a thing, which I’m perfectly fine with. I don’t need to have a memory of the day I was born. I’m sure if my mom were here, she’d say the same thing.” She had a habit of joking that he was a stubborn one from the very beginning so he had a pretty good idea of what that day was like already. Stepping inside the building for a moment to shake the man’s hand in greeting, he added, “Well, it’s good to meet you, Tony. If I happen upon the person this belongs to, I’ll make sure to let ‘em know it’s ready.”

“You ever get the feeling that something’s off? Or wrong? I’d get that feeling for a while. Usually, I’d ignore it and go on with my day as best I can, but I haven’t been able to shake it this time. It’s making everything else seem...” He didn’t know what to say about it. Nothing he thought of properly fit. “It’s like something’s changed and I’m being left in the dark about it.”

“You might want to mind where you step.” After a second person accidentally stepped in one of the pans of paint on account of not watching where they were going, Steve had his attention split between getting his job done and being an extra set of eyes for everyone. “As you can tell by the footprints on the sidewalk, there’s a couple people around here with some one-of-a-kind shoes now.”

      there   were   many   people   pepper   met   through   tony   that   she   absolutely   adored.   steve   rodgers   happened   to   be   one   of   them.   she   always   admired   his   want   to   save   everyone.   he   took   the   responsibility   because   he   wanted   it   not   because   he   had   to,   at   least,   that   is   how   virginia   potts   saw   it.   she   didn’t   play   much   of   a   role   in   the   politics   of   the   avengers   initiative.   she   simply   was   there   and   in   some   ways   she   loved   that.   being   on   the   outside   meant   she   could   run   stark   industries   while   also   keeping   aware   of   her   late   husband’s   teammates.   it   was   all   out   of   respect   yet   but   she   also   knew   that   if   she’d   known   the   avengers   in   a   way,   they’d   know   her.   they’d   be   more   willing   to   be   upfront   if   her   husband   had   decided   to   go   suit-crazy   once   more.   however,   she   expected   a   break   from   them   on   dragon   rock.   the   only   person   she   expected   to   see   from   then   was   her   daughter,   yet   she   was   no   where   to   be   seen.   however,   plenty   of   heros   from   her   past   life   inhabited   the   island.   the   super   soldier   sitting   alone   in   the   island   coffee   shop   being   one   of   them.   “   steve   rodgers   ??   i   thought   you   pulled   a   reverse   back   to   the   future   or   something   insane   like   that   !!   ”   she   said,   attempting   tovhide   the   smile   of   relief   that   she   had   painted   on   her   cherry-stained   lips.   “   how   are   you   doing   ??   ”   she   asked,   finally   raking   a   seat   across   the   table   from   him. @gotnorighttodoless​ ( steve rodgers )

Shielding his eyes from the sunlight beating down, Steve looked to the person who’d spoken his name. “Yes, I am Steve, but I’m not sure I follow what Back to the Future has to do in regard to me.” Having stood up quickly out of politeness for the woman who claimed the chair across from him, when he returned to his own chair, his face now held a slightly bewildered expression as his sketchbook remained open on the table next to the glass of water he asked for, both abandoned in favor of the conversation that sprouted. “I- I’m doing well? I’m sorry, Ma’am. Your name seems to have slipped my mind.”

                     katniss  had  spent  the  better  part  of  the  night  trying  to  get  some  sleep.  but  every  time  she  manged  to  get  to  sleep  scenes  from  her  games  flashed  through  her  brain  like  clips  of  a  movie.  finally  giving  up  she  had  made  her  way  down  to  the  beach  to  sit  by  the  water  and  clear  her  head.  at  first  she  was  enjoying  this  place,  and  the  quiet  it  brought  with  it,  but  now  gale  was   here  and  peeta  didnt  know  who  she  was.  things  couldnt  be  going  any  worse  for  her.  sitting  by  the  water  reminded  her  of  finnick  and  the  advice.  wishing  he  was  here,  he  always  had  a way  of  making  her  feel  better.  she  was  so  wrapped  in  thought  she  almost  missed  the  light  sounds  of  approaching  footsteps.  turning  her  head  in  the  direction.  ‘  i  thought  i  was  the  only  one  up  this  late  around  here.  ‘  katniss  spoke  out  wanting  the  other  to  know  she  knew  they  were  there.

This day was not one of Steve’s best. From the earlier confusion regarding the guy who offered him exercise equipment to falling behind in his work which made him extremely late for his evening run, it wasn’t surprising he nearly ran someone down when he finally did get out. What was surprising, but likewise something he was grateful for, was the person having heard him approach. On the few occasions he went for a run at night, he always seemed to step quieter as though the sound of his footfall could actually be heard this far away from people’s homes. Slowing to a stop a few feet away from the woman, he let out a short laugh. “That’s entirely my fault. I was running behind all day today.” Even in the cover of night, Steve could tell something was troubling the woman. It seemed to extend beyond where she was sitting to consume anything that was nearby. A dozen lines crossed his thoughts on what he could say to her, but he was Steve, and Steve was never all that good at talking to people. “It’s a nice night out, for running or sitting. No mosquitoes biting. Tough to beat... that.”

“A stack of tires, that was his DIY inspiration,” Tony said to whoever was listening, unaware that his original audience had long since wandered off. He was engrossed with the work bench, finding a sense of comfort and normality in the rhythm of making something with his own hands. 

“There,” he said, putting down the welding tool and holding up what looked like a bar with two attachments on the end. “You can attached this over the doorframe and use it as a pull-up bar– oh, hello.” He glanced up in surprise. “You didn’t happen to see a work-out crazy eagle walking around, did you? Since he wandered off, would you like a pull-up bar?”

To say Steve was caught off guard by the man’s line of questioning would have been an understatement. Accurate, but an understatement none the less. He ended up turning in a complete circle, looking for another person nearby who might be needing the pull-up bar, but he didn’t see anyone who remotely fit the description. “No, I don’t. To both. Maybe the person who needs it will be back around.” Eyeing the pull-up bar a little too carefully, making it obvious he didn’t like the looks of it, Steve added quietly to himself that he’d stick with the gym he frequented. After all, accidents could happen and it would be better to have spotters around. “Thanks for offering, though.”

basic information:

name: Steven Grant Rogers

alias/nicknames: Steve, Captain America, The Little Guy, Soldier, 90-pound Asthmatic, American Hero, The Star Spangled Man with a Plan,  America's New Hope.

age: 27

birthday + zodiac: 4 July, Cancer.

fandom: Marvel

faceclaim: Chris Evans

additional information:

powers: unaware: Artificially Enhanced Physiology -Enhanced Intelligence, -Enhanced Strength, -Enhanced Durability, -Enhanced Speed, -Enhanced Agility, -Enhanced Stamina, -Enhanced Reflexes, -Enhanced Senses, -Regenerative Healing Factor, -Longevity. extra unaware he was always worthy: -Weapon Summoning. (when weilding Mjølnir ): -Lightning Manipulation, -Physical Augmentation.

skills: tactician, hand-to-hand combat, melee combat, expert marksman, master spy, acrobat, pilot, artist.

languages spoken: english, french

three positive traits: patient, empathetic, steadfast.

three negative traits: dull, confrontational, introverted.

mbti: isfj-a (x)

questionnaire:

what sort of life has your character been living prior to accepting tom nook’s getaway package?

The not at all glamorous life of a soldier in World War II, and before that, he lived in Brooklyn and had a lot of health problems.

i.e. were they similar to how they are in canon? or were they pursuing something different?

Fairly similar. If his life never went the route of becoming Captain America, he would have pursued a career with his art. Likely as an illustrator for books, which is what he’s doing on the island.

what’s a little bit of background about your character in canon? what’s their personality like? + give us a little bit about them for those who are unfamiliar with the character / fandom.

Merging those two questions together and giving y’all an even longer wikia page.

does your character like the island life? or do they miss their ‘real life’?

He loves the island life. It’s perfect for him to get his work done in the peace and quiet but still socialize when he feels it’s necessary to stop being a complete hermit. (This answer is subject to change once he remembers his real life.)

how does your character feel about the town?