Captain Rogers

Bucky glowered at Steve’s joke.  It wasn’t funny.  Not at all.  Who wanted a serial killer stalking them?

He huffed softly, picking at the box of Chinese food he’d ordered for lunch.  His appetite was gone though, what with all the worry and stress he had over this case.  The crime scenes were clean.  Devoid of evidence that could lead them to a suspect.  It was unnerving.  But he had to keep looking.  He couldn’t give up, not with so many lives at stake.

“He’s…he’s gotta slip up eventually.”  He slumped back in his seat, exhausted from just looking over all the case files and crime scene photos.  Some of them were so gruesome he was surprised he’d been able to keep down what little he’d eaten.

He sat quietly for a moment.  Thinking.  Just thinking.  And then something occurred to him.

“What if…what if the killer’s someone whose worked in the system?  What if…what if this pervert was in the program?  What if he learned everything we do?  Everything forensics does?  Maybe…that’s why they’ve been evading us for so long.”

Hearing his words, Steve fought the smile that tugged at the edges of his lips, maybe he’d finally figure it out after all. Of course Steve was going to play dumb, though. This was way too much fun to just let him have it so easily. Glancing around the room, Steve bit his lower lip, seeing if there was anyone he could place the blame on. Technically he could do it to anyone, no one was more decorated for catching criminals then them two. 

Everyone else was a second rate B cop, anyways. “You make a good point... But who? I mean, who in here is that... horrible..” Steve pretended to shudder, even though inside he was laughing. “I mean, it makes sense... Any of these guys could sell information for a quick buck..” Rolling his eyes, Steve glared around the room, because unfortunately that was probably the truth. 

Barry bustled around the lab trying to get the evidence done. Of course Singh was on his case as usual, even though the Captain knew that the evidence processing took some time.  He sighed with frustration as another email from his boss popped up on his screen. 

He bent down to reply to it when he heard a loud thud. He looked up to see someone dressed in a Captain America costume seemed to have fallen onto and knocking over the chair he left towards the empty desk in the lab. “Uh, buddy, I think you’re a bit lost. The comic con isn’t even going on til tomorrow,” he said walking towards the man. 

Looking around, he found himself in some sort of lab, he must have fallen through, because he couldn’t remember his landing. Getting up he found himself face to face with a kid. Staring blankly, it took a second for Steve to process the other’s words, he wasn’t even sure where he was. 

“I’m sorry, I uh... I am a bit lost... What’s a comic con?” Steve asked rather confused. 

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“Come on, then! Hit me!”

“Your stance is all wrong.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”

“Get down and give me 20!”

“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!” 

“Nice punch! Now do it again!” 

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

“My grip feels off…” 

“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” 

“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.” 

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Here, you put your feet like this…” 

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” 

“Can you teach me how to __?”

“God, we stink.” 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?” 

“Come on! Another round!” 

“You can win this time!”

“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!” 

“What are you doing up at this hour?” 

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out [  ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?” [  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh [  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away [  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful [  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally [  ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [  ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [  ] Pleasant company            [  ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                            [  ] Trustworthy

If you ever feel sad just remember that the universe is a billion years old and you somehow managed to exist in the same time as Sebastian Stan did.

stillfeeluncomfortable:

Dating had been an understatement, because before those few months of dating, it all started with their unrequited feelings that led them to their own first kiss. From there, it had branched into something far more deeper then she ever felt before. 

It’s why she felt such devastation when she walked in and saw her boyfriend that she loved so  dearly with his best friend. 

“Oh my God…oh my God!” she gasped out, the tears brewing in her eyes already since she had fallen to her knees. The instincts with Steve had always been first–it’s why she went straight to emotion. 

“How could you–why–”

Bucky wasn’t certain how they got to this point. Things had seemed so simple…just sitting and talking with Steve. It made him feel good. Of course…looking into the past wasn’t always a good idea. Those feelings he had for Steve swelled up inside. It was just like they were kids again, talking and laughing. But one thing lead to another and they were kissing…bodies pressed together. His mind didn’t even register what was happening, everything driving him being instincts. When Steve pulled away his skin was flushed pink and beaded with sweat, not registering that Natalia was in the room until Steve pulled from him. Swallowing thickly he watched the woman’s reactions, “shit…” He murmured under his breath, what had he done? @spangledcaptain

@stillfeeluncomfortable

What was Steve supposed to say? There was nothing to say, nothing to do. Two hearts he was holding in his hands, was he just supposed to drop one for the other? Glancing over at Bucky he sighed, and hopped out of bed, rushing to Nat.