#captainbrogers

Wanda yawned into her hand as she padded into the compound kitchen, determined to make herself a cup of tea as quietly as possible. She stopped when she saw Steve was already in the kitchen. "Good morning." She greeted as she ran her fingers through her unwashed hair. "Who's the present for?" She asked when she spotted the wrapped gift next to his cup of coffee, wondering if Steve was going to see a friend or whether she had missed one of her teammates' birthday.

Tony was a pretty popular mechanic in the Brooklyn area, his charisma and his fairly advanced knowledge of cars always did him well. He had been able to afford a pretty nice life for himself, especially since it was just that, himself. He didn’t have a partner or kids- It was easier that way. He would always be able to do whatever he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it. Just like he was able to buy his classic cars and remodel them, or even his one nice sports car that he was fairly partial too. But that didn’t mean that his life didn’t get lonely from time to time.

That was why when the extremely handsome, blonde hair, blue eyed man came to his shop one day with a smile to kill a few hundred people in one go, Tony didn’t say no when he was asked out on a date. It was weird, honestly. Not the date itself, but how it seemed to be that everyone knew the blonde- But Tony had never seen or heard of him before. It didn’t bother him of course, Steve was nice and they had a lot to talk about- A lot to laugh about, too.

Plus, Tony couldn’t deny the sex that they had was absolutely heavenly. What had started as a one night thing, changed into two nights a week, then three, and soon enough Steve was at Tony’s apartment almost every night- Not that Tony minded. He had never really realized how much he was missing without someone sleeping by his side each night, but that all changed very quickly.

Soon there was a pair of shorts left, then some t-shirts, then a belt or two and a toothbrush, and eventually there was almost a whole wardrobe at Tony’s house. The brunette liked it more than he would ever really admit.

However, what he didn’t like was the fact that sometimes Steve would just get up and leave without saying anything- Of course flowers would be brought to Tony at his shop the next day. It still always made the brunette wonder. One, if he was the only one Steve was seeing, and two, if he was the kind of boy that his mother would warn him about when he was just a little kid when she had found out about her son and the lack of grandchildren she would probably ever have.

Tony wanted to say that he didn’t care what Steve did or was, but it was growing harder and harder. It seemed like there was so much the blonde knew about the brunette, but not vice versa. It caused a couple of fights, of course. But those fights would turn into those blue eyes telling Tony that he “shouldn’t worry so much” and some pretty great make up sex after the fact.

It was a fairly normal day. Tony was booked up at the shop, Steve had planned on stopping by later with lunch, and then they would head to his house when Tony finished up and they’d unwind. They had began calling it their “daily date night,” which Tony was quiet fond of.

But those plans flew out the window when two people that Tony had been introduced to by Steve walked in. He rolled out from under the car he was working on and stood up, outstretching his hand. “Hey Sam, Clint. What brings you guys he-“ He started, being cut off by Clint grabbing him and moving.

“We have to get you out of here, Tony.” The other man said quickly, Tony’s head snapping to Sam as he spoke.

“What do you-“ Tony started once more, only this time being cut off by what seemed like a full on ambush of his shop. Bullets were flying and whizzing around, and Tony immediately ducked for cover. It wasn’t long after the fact that a man with blonde hair, a nice suit, and a medallion found Tony and put his hands around the others throat, causing him to gasp for air.

“You’ll do.” He said, eyeing Tony the man.

“Who are you?” Tony asked through breaths he was able to sneak.

“Aldrich Killian. Hydra.”

And with that Tony was hit in the head, knocked out completely. The man had two guys put a burlap sack over Tony’s head and tie him up, lifting him into the car while Sam and Clint still tried to fight off the other assailants. They threw Tony into a black van and drove off.

Tony awoke a couple hours later with zip ties around his ankles and feet on a bed frame standing up. He blinked a few times and looked around, a camera phone in his face as he heard a camera click.

“Sir, I highly suggest you refrain from your current activity.”

“And what activity is that?”

“Sir, you know very well. You’re defacing the Mark 42.”

“This is hardly defacing. It’s an improvement. Now, hold still.” 

Loki rattled the can of gold spray paint and gushed it over the stencil he was pressing to the suit’s visor. The Iron Man suit itself stood to attention, allowing itself to be accosted.

JARVIS responded with an exasperated tone. “Mr Stark will not be happy about this. Especially not with the googly eyes.”

“It’s just a bit of fun,” the mortal god sighed. “Until I get my own suit I’m at least going to make my guard more entertaining.” He tugged away the stencil to reveal the golden horn printed onto the red helmet, mirroring the one he had already done on its left. “There. Much better. See, if you -.”

The suit turned suddenly, on alert.

“Master Loki, we appear to have an unexpected guest.”

The trickster faced the balcony, at once spotting the marching figure in red, white and blue. He stood on guard, preparing himself for any untoward response from the approaching man. Loki did not look particularly threatening in soft Asgardian clothing (his favoured greens and golds) and wielding a spray can, but it would be surprising enough to find him here in Stark Tower.

It hasn’t been 2 years already has it @viiduae ur a liar

     he shouldn’t be here. orders restricted them to their secret quarters on the helicarrier; no movement made by the kids that isn’t strictly MONITORED by SHIELD. day after day after goddamn day of watching the same netflix shows, playing the same video games, reading the same books, having the same conversations           Francis feels CABIN FEVER creep up every bone in his body. Hill would pop a vessel if she could see him carefully, quietly balancing across the metal rafters of the control center. open space below, some lights blinking on the panels at the front; the open glass offering a view of the sky and some foreign country. he should be fine up here. he’s quiet, he’s quick, he moves with the remarkable EASE of a trained acrobat. and he perks up the moment he hears footsteps approach, and a door opening. peeks down from his little hideout              and his heart catches in his throat.  

     the teen had only ever seen him in pictures. The Soldier, the first one to die in Tony’s stories. James’s dad. well, not really, but kinda. looking way more impressive in the flesh than his iron counterpart had. CURIOSITY kills the cat in the end; with blue eyes nosily pinned to Roger’s frame, Francis tries to catch a glimpse of whatever the Captain holds in his hands              and it takes one little misstep and a single second for him to trip, and FALL. fourteen, fifteen feet perhaps               right in front of the Captain’s feet.

1945;

      Mistakes were a funny thing. One mans mistake could be another mans treasure, or at least that was how everyone around Bruce had seen his accident. Everyone around him had expected greatness, instead they got a big green mess. Howard, Dr. Erskine, Hell- Even Bruce had believed in himself enough to test their super soldier formula on his own body. Much to his dismay (and theirs,) it seemed as though maybe Bruce wasn’t the right fit. Gamma radiation wasn’t the way to go, and all it did was bring out his anger and make it known to everyone.

So they were looking for someone else.

      All of them had been traveling around the entire United States looking for the right soldier, but all of them had something wrong. None of them had the same heart that Howard and Dr. Erskine had seen in Bruce. They were all cocky, they all wanted to kill people. They didn’t think a resolution could be found. They were all wrong.

      Until Bruce came along a special file- Or six. He had been skimming through the entire Army’s files of those who drafted, or tried to. Bruce found at least five files- All the same kid trying to enlist. So he told Erskine, and they were all on their way.

      The Stark Expo, Howards baby, was where they all decided to meet. Who could reject watching Howard make an idiot of himself (again)? 

      Bruce had been backstage, peeking out at the crowd, watching Howard’s car float and then very quickly drop, a L A U G H escaping from his mouth- Much to the dismay of Howard. Bruce had been telling him for weeks that the car wouldn’t lift longer than a few seconds- To which Howard hoped that if he ever had a son that he would be as smart as Bruce, minus the smartass parts.

      Once the car fell, Bruce reverted his gaze out to the crowd where he managed to somehow spot Steve walking away, towards the restroom area. He sent a signal to Erskine, and in a few minutes the doctor was with Steve.

      Bruce tried to make it seem like he wasn’t listening outside of the curtain, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to hear that he had made the right choice- That maybe this time it would work. As Dr. Erskine stepped out of the room, Bruce stepped in.

“ Hello. I’m Bruce Banner- Doctor Bruce Banner. You can call me Bruce. I’m Dr. Erskine’s assistant, mostly. He wants me to do a physical exam on you before we get you shipped out to the military. ” Bruce stated, clipboard in hand.