No, You Move.

     hello! this is an independent Steve Rogers rp blog, penned by Rhi. face claim is of course the lovely Chris Evans. mun is 25+ plus so there will be nsfw content, but it will be tagged nsfw.

      this blog is primarily 616 based. i will take aspects from MCU when needed, and will write in the MCU verse if your character is based there.

     selective. sometimes mutually exclusive. my queue is set to run 4-5 posts a day so that i can try to keep up, as i often have upwards of 30 drafts. if i’ve kept you waiting for a long time, please feel free to shoot me a message. but please also keep in mind that i can sometimes prioritise threads that i have the most motivation for so that i can keep my muse flowing.

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Steve nods, a small frown pinching his brows as he looks down at him. ❝ You need a hand up? ❞ He offers, absently sweeping his eyes over him and then around them. ❝ What happened? ❞

hi hellooo. i will also be reviving steve, bc i miss him. i'm still going to be mostly on discord but i'm hoping to get active on here again

    She takes in the outside seating of the cafe; neat square tables in rows on a road paved with neat square stones, colorful patterned fabrics laid over them, and pairs of vibrant green chairs. The breeze off the river is light and refreshing against the heat. Even so, Elektra can already feel how a nice a cold drink would be under the shade of the awning. She takes up Steve’s arm without missing a beat and watches him, his mind appearing elsewhere for a moment. “If you’re finished enjoying the view, we have a reservation,” she remarks, the subtle poke in her voice probably familiar by now. They are working, after all. 

     The day is approaching one, approaching lunchtime, which is simply a coincidence. Certainly has nothing to do with wanting to confirm if certain habits by certain state officials are as reported, or how the security might shift with the afternoon. Elektra gives the false name Beauchamp for the reservation and sits down with Steve, keeping her hand wound loosely in his in the air between them. As falsely casual as the name. “So. One of us should entertain that couple later, while the other…” She toys lightly with his fingers, as if distracted, while her voice dips a little in volume. “…takes a look at their belongings. May not turn up much, but might as well see, right?” She’s not sure what he’s thinking, but her guess is arms dealers of some kind, if not the outright sellers of the artifact they’re after. “We can run their names up the chain, as well.” There are some benefits to being associated with S.H.I.E.L.D. for the time being.

      steve hums, attention drawn back fully to elektra when she mentions his distraction. his lips twitching upwards as he lifts his shoulders in a light shrug.  ❝ it’s a nice view. ❞ the company certainly isn’t so bad, either. but he leaves that unsaid for now, because they are working, and she’s clearly in work mode, now. his gaze sweeps the cafe for a moment, taking a brief glance over the other patrons. no one looks overly out of place.  

+ There was a NOTICEABLE sigh of relief from Mary Jane as the assortment of bags were taken from her hands. It would of COURSE have been a day where she had decided that making TWO trips wasn’t DESIRABLE. That stubborn WATSON-PARKER streak was alive and well within her. “ Just up into the apartment . You showed up at the RIGHT TIME , honestly . Not everyday I’d expect to SEE YOU in the neighborhood. ”

     Elektra hums as he continues, allowing her eyes to drift in thought and gently pausing the conversation. She wouldn’t put it past the cabbie to understand English perfectly well, and they could stand to discuss this more clearly after reaching their destination across the river. Indeed, she can hazard a guess the category of sales the couple is interested in, if not yet the scope or magnitude of the purchase. 

     Instead of responding on topic, Elektra lightly takes up his fingers and drags them a smidge higher, flatter against her thigh. “Don’t be so self-conscious,” she chimes in a soft, quiet way, a slight quirk in her lips as her eyes rise again to meet his. A tease, a test, and a truth. Even softer, like a mere breath as she releases his hand, “Relax.” She doesn’t bite. Much. They draw up to a little cafe restaurant a few moments later and the cabbie says something almost aggressive, understandable in all languages, as he gestures to the meter. “Pay the man,” Elektra’s quick now, getting out on her side to meet the humidity and sandy heat near the Nile. Quite a busy place with outdoor seating boasting a view  - beautiful water, ritzy hotels, an opera house across the way… and less assuming, a host of governmental buildings and embassies. 

      she doesn’t respond to the topic at hand, so steve allows his gaze to drift briefly out of the window, absently watching the scenery pass by. when her fingers curl around his and draw his hand higher, steve finds himself looking down to watch, his palm flattening against her warm thigh. his lips tick up a little at the edge, and he glances up to meet her gaze.

@bokketo​ asked:  Tony throws a peanut at Steve. He’s bored.

By the time Steve returned to the apartment with lunch, Bucky had covered the table with printouts from the files Nick Fury had sent over. SHIELD usually worked digitally, but Bucky liked being able to highlight and circle and cross-reference with sticky notes while she worked.

“Here’s a funny thing,” she said, glancing up at Steve as he walked into the world. “It looks like AIM is trying to corner the market on ethanol fuel.“

     Nat lets her gaze linger on his face. The corner of her mouth ticks up at his attempt at self-control and decides to brush them aside, stepping back into his space to press her lips to his. It’s easier than articulating how much she missed him — she isn’t even comfortable with how much she missed him, really — and when she pulls away, she’s smiling brightly. “I could eat, I suppose. It depends, are you cooking?” 

    As Steve is talking, her eyes don’t waver at all, the picture of attention and listening. And she is, really. Almost completely. Her lips twitch in self-amusement at how cutely a thing or two seems to fly past his head. Pleased at herself, feeling clever. She so enjoys feeling clever. In reality, he appeared distracted by nostalgia. It’s also cute how he can’t imagine living anywhere else. Live a little longer, handsome. “Because… you don’t like attention,” she wagers slowly, squinting briefly like guesstimation. The ironic tone she takes is paired with a bounce of her brows, showing just how much she doesn’t think that’s true. And if that’s not enough, Katherine then pointedly looks out the window to where a distant Statue of Liberty is sporting a giant replica of Captain America’s shield. She knowing glances back at him, her tone brightening into what sounds more believable. Still isn’t. She doesn’t mean it to be. “I can see that.”

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      when she decides to tease him about not wanting attention, steve follows her glance out of the window and finds himself frowning just a little at the statue.  ❝ that wasn’t my idea. ❞ he hums, offering a small laugh and shrug as he turns back toward her.  ❝ i know how it must look. but it’s never been about attention, for me. i just wanted to good. to fight for my country. if you, uh, had seen me before the serum, you’d understand why i kinda had to do whatever i could to make it so i could fight. ❞ he laughs again, lifting one shoulder as he glances down at his coffee briefly. that feels like forever ago, in truth. and life hasn’t gotten any less crazy.  ❝ i’m not saying that i don’t understand why i get attention. just that i like to have at least some privacy, you know? so much of my life is public knowledge, these days. i like to at least be able to go home without there being a swarm of reporters waiting. ❞

“Naw, I got a pot on here already,” Bucky said. “Plenty for both of us if you want some. And I picked up those files Fury wanted us to go through. You want I should look ‘em over while I wait for you?”

     There’s something really lovely about being welcomed back so enthusiastically, and Natasha has never gotten used to it. But Steve has so effortlessly become her anchor that she doesn’t know how not to let herself melt into his embrace. Being close feels good, it feels right. “As long as it’s the good kind of busy,” she nods, “and yes, things went a little haywire at the end but they wrapped up smoothly enough. No loose ends.” That’s as much as she’d like to say though. She knows that Steve isn’t comfortable with how easily Nat dispatches her enemies and she doesn’t want to belabor the point.

     Nat doesn’t like missions that take her so deep into cover that she’s not allowed to communicate with anyone. It used to be the default, before she was an Avenger, before she had friends to come back to and a place to call home. Now, she knows people worry, and the way that Steve’s face softens upon seeing her makes something unwind within her as well. Natasha lets herself be swept up into his arms and hugs him back, grateful for his warmth. “It’s good to see you too, handsome. I made it back in one piece, as you can see. How were you while I was gone?”

+ “ Pretty PLEASE ? ” Still attempting to SHUFFLE the bags to whatever hand had more BALANCE , Mary Jane peeked her head up above said bags as far as she COULD . “ I think if I take another step, I’m going to DROP them all . ”