#14047

❛    —    i  don't  get  it.  why  would  you  want  to  put  yourself  through  something  like  that?  ❜

@14047​​: 96. sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . 

The HYDRA soldier she’d been fighting against had been fast. She’d tried to counter every blow, but they’d had a trick up their sleeve (no doubt some weapon of their creation, something highly experimental that was just as likely to kill him as it was her) that’d knocked her flat on her behind. She’d struggled to her feet, dazed, and just as her eyes refocused, she saw that it was...too late. Her shield, where was her shield...?!

And then, she was out of danger, and on her side: and the HYDRA soldier, a smoking pile of...nothing. She sat up, whirling around to look for her savior, and saw Steve, climbing out of the ‘Hydra Stomper’. She offered him a warm smile, got to her feet (with only a little bit of wincing), and limped over to him. She leaned on the suit ever-so-casually, as if they hadn’t just escaped death.

“You’ve the most incredible timing,” she chuckled, looking at him with brown eyes full of affection. “Thank you. I...that was close.”

@14047

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I am so sorry! I am so sor- Are you alright? Are you hurt?" The brunette moves to scramble over to him, brown hues wide as she takes in the slim figure that had knocked her away from the car flying down the street, too lost in her book to check the street more than once before trying to cross. "I'm fine," Gwen dismisses. "I- oh my god your cheek is bleeding....are you- did you hit your head? Should-should I take you to the doctor? Is anything broken?"

@14047​ sent “The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.“

—-  ☆ PEGGY strained under the weight of fallen debris as she blocked with her shield. The only thing on her mind is that she must protect Steve. Carter’s teeth clenched together. Sharp pain ricochet through her jaw and bones. 

Tears welled at the brim of her eyes which burned from soot, sweat, and smoke. Peggy let out a small cry. 

“Steve,” she whimpered. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this. Up.” 

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐆𝐎𝐃          for   their   laughter ,        for   the   grin   that   cannot   cage   their   laugh .           even   with   their   teeth   biting   down   upon   their   tongue ,    it   is   not   enough   to   withhold   it   ––––––––                    but   loki   is   barely   trying .         

@14047​  ; sentence starters (still accepting) Steve said:  "I feel uncomfortable around tall people, what if they try to lick my head?"