#capoldschool

His head was spinning and his stomach felt like it wanted to get rid of this morning’s breakfast. He groaned and then turned onto his stomach, smelling earth and dry leaves and blood. He needed to get back up to his feet as quickly as possible, or else this fucking purple alien would kill half of humanity. His left hand -- the metal one -- reached for his rifle on autopilot as he staggered to his feet, looking up.

And there was Steve and he -- James blinked the blood out of his eyes, horror forming in his chest as he saw Steve trying to yank at Thanos’ hand, the hand with the glove and the infinity stones, and he didn’t even give his legs the command, they started to stumble forward on their own as if magically drawn to Steve, and he wanted to lift his rifle and shoot that fucking alien in the head and----

A  glaring green-yellow light, then a wave of energy and----

         “Steve!”

He didn’t notice that it was his voice screaming his friend’s name;; he was too far away, he couldn’t reach him in time, he could only watch in utter helplessness how Steve’s body was whirled through the air like a puppet on strings and crashed into the nearest tree. He looked broken and small. He didn’t move.

Everything blurred together;; someone was chanting nonononono, maybe it was James himself, maybe he even did it aloud, then there was another light, a tall figure dropping out of the sky followed by a scream that no human could ever produce. James ran past Thanos’ severed hand and didn’t even stop to watch Thor burying his ax into the alien’s head;; he tripped and fell down on his knees next to Steve’s unmoving, crooked body, shaking hands reaching for his shoulders. Even the metal hand was trembling, and his face felt hard and wet and raw, and everything inside him was just a dead weight.

🐦 @capoldschool II Continued. II Ship Verse: Count Me In

At first it didn't even register that he wasn't alone. He was so lost in his own mind, and it wasn't until he felt Steve's hand on his thigh that he startled jumping a bit, his head snapping to look at who was touching him. There had been a small smidge of hope that maybe, just maybe it was Riley, despite it not making sense as to why Riley would be in his bed. He found himself staring a face of the other, but not fully recognizing, and for a brief moment he actually thought it was Riley. 

Sam blinked desperately trying to comprehend what was seeing another few minutes still unable to fully catch his breath. "S-steve?" he managed, finally realizing that it was Steve who was next to him touching him. Sam could hear him talking but he couldn't fully comprehend what he was saying, never the less he found himself reaching out and clinging onto Steve needing something to ground himself back into reality. Though he could still hear the sounds of those damn Missiles.. or maybe it was just fireworks in the distance.. he couldn't tell.

ASK: “Do you think if we met differently, we’d be enemies?”

“Do you think…” Sentence Starters

The question seems silly,  mostly because Steve couldn’t imagine a life where Bucky wasn’t his best friend.   It crossed his mind that Bucky may have meant if they’d first crossed paths while Bucky was still under Hydra’s control or something like that.   Steve didn’t like Bucky’s mind to go somewhere like that.    He tried not to let too much silence pass.    Furrowed eyebrows of concern changed into a soft expression.    ❝Nah.   Not us.❞   He said firmly,  a hand dropping to Bucky’s shoulder to squeeze tightly.

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           Not us. Bucky really liked the sound of that, the way Steve said it, as if they were unique, out of the reach of probability or fate itself.

           Still, the more rational side of Bucky was an annoying little voice at the back of his head, unswayed by the certainty in Steve’s voice, or by the warm that spread throughout their body from the point of contact on his shoulder. “You don’t know that”, he replied quietly. “That day, on the bridge – you wouldn’t have spared me.”

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“Who wouldn’t? Even my brother fancies him. So that would be a smash”.

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

“Open it.” Pietro insisted as he thrust the badly wrapped present into Wanda’s hands. She frowned in confusion. They had already exchanged birthday presents today. Being poor, they only had enough money per year for one birthday present and one Hanukkah present each. Wanda had received some new boots from her brother for her 18th birthday, which she had had her eye on for some months. In fact, she wore them now to fight the cold of their barely heated apartment. 

“What is this?” She asked as she shook the box. It rattled. Wanda hastily unwrapped it to find a jewellery box inside. Opening that, she found a simple but beautiful necklace inside. The pendant was a teardrop shaped locket with small diamonds adorning it. A quick flip of the catch revealed a small copy of one of their family photos squeezed inside. 

“Remember what Papa used to say?” Her brother offered. “He said it is a tradition for a girl to receive jewellery on her 18th birthday and for a boy-” 

“-to receive a watch?” She finished their father’s old edict. The Maximoff patriarch had proudly put aside money every month for his children’s future, saying that he would buy his daughter and son the most beautiful watch and necklace money could buy when they turned 18. The money was now gone, the piggy bank blown up in the bombings. “But you have no watch.” She pointed out to her brother. 

He shrugged. “Who needs to tell time?” He smiled. 

“I am not the one who is always running late.” She reminded her brother as he offered to put the necklace on for her. She let him take the box from her to remove the locket and, after tangling the chain in her hair twice, place it around her neck. Pietro beamed, quite pleased with him as he tapped the locket once. “It’s beautiful.” She assured him. 

“Happy birthday, sis.” He replied, pulling her into a hug.