cryoethics Yeah, itās a big dumb error.
//Yeah. Agreed. On the WikiĀ for him here it says it's 1916, so that's what I'm going with.

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cryoethics Yeah, itās a big dumb error.
//Yeah. Agreed. On the WikiĀ for him here it says it's 1916, so that's what I'm going with.

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(x) The sour expression contorts a little, pulls at the irritated lines, but his posture doesnāt shift too much. Instead he waits for Steve to take the files, offers him one last look before rolling his eyes and letting him go with a little wave. This is a problem for later, and as irritated as he is (was), it isnāt something heās going to get into before Steve needs to be in court. Heāll have to be level headed, or as much as he can be, for thatā and itās something James understands. So instead he just lets it go, for the time being, and lets Steve go, too. That doesnāt mean heās entirely forgiven, because itās not exactly in Jamesā nature to let things go that easily. Nor is he in the mood to be subtle, curled up on Steveās side of the bed (as if they hadnāt both been his side, at one point), in his pajamas and watching Netflix on his phone.
Despite the rough start, the rest of Steve's day goes off without a hitch. Still, he's exhausted when he finally gets in the door, the sun long since gone down. He'd swung by the office after his hearing under the guise of finishing up some busy work; in actuality, he'd been trying to avoid James a little longer. Apologies aren't his strong suit, but he's not daft enough to miss that it was wrong of him to snap at his assistant, no matter the stress he was under. It's time to eat crow.
Working off his jacket, he makes his way into the bedroom, not even surprised to see James occupying hisĀ side of the bed. It sends a clear message about the kind of mood he's in, and Steve steels himself.Ā "Hi," he begins awkwardly, not really looking over, shuffling instead into the open walk-in closet to change. "How was your d-- uhm," too late to cut himself off, he realizes the reflexive question is exactly the wrong thing to ask.
Rogers & Carter Law Firm | STEVEN G. ROGERS
ā®: five things I have in common with my muse | āæ: five things that are different about me from my muse
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Wow, ask an easy one, would you? Ok, letās give this a shot.
ā®: five things I have in common with my muse
Iām a blondie
We both had our awkward younger years
We both love books
I know what itās like to feel totally out of place (well, time, for Steve!)
We both think weāre just sooo funny arenāt we
āæ: five things that are different about me from my muse
Not buff. At all.
No matter how I try, I cannot take up running as a āfunā hobby
Iām not as brave. Steve stands up for what he believes in, and I sometimes just avoid conflict, which I think isnāt like him at all
I havenāt lost as many people as he has (awww Steve ;_;)
We speak very differently (I swear like a sailor and say "like," ādude," and "broā a lot)
Thanks for writing in :) <3
Most Importantly, Useful.
What do you get for a man who can buy most anything for himself? James hadnāt been sure, at first, simply saving so he could get somethingĀ nice. Something he felt didnāt come off as cheap or uninvested. Steve could buy most anything he wanted for himself, so Barnes came to reason he would buy him something that heĀ wouldnāt get for himself. Nothing garish or anything heād hate, but maybe something he wouldnāt invest the time or money into, which is how he finally decidedĀ (after a long period of googling) on a Montblanc. They were beautiful, elegant and more than thatĀ useful. Steve had to sign his name often, and sometimes it just felt like a damn celebration. It would suit him to have something really nice to do it with.Ā James wasnāt good at giving gifts, at showing affection without some sort of ulterior motive feigned in order to hide how vulnerable Steve made him feel sometimes. This time, however, he doesnāt run away or hideā not like he had with the tie clipā instead he just waits till the day has drawn to the end. Not wanting to disrupt his work flow or make Steve edgy with the idea of James fawning at him when they had a busy work day ahead.Ā Itās light, the clack of the box against the desk, a little tap at the edge, waiting till Steveās finished with what heās got on hand, Jamesā face already feeling uncomfortably warm before he nudges the edges of it with his fingertips and slides the thing over to him with an embarrassed little hum.Ā "Happy Valentines Day⦠Boss."Ā
Steve doesnāt remember the last time his hands shook. The day he got the acceptance letter to Harvard, they didnāt shake. The first time he ever walked into a courtroom, suit too starch-stiff and briefcase clutched in his sweaty palms, he held tall and met the judgeās eye, and his hands didnāt shake. The day they put his mother in the ground, they were as still and cold as she was. They almost did, the day Elaine told him she would never marry him, but he thinks that might just have been all the cognac racing through his blood. Heās stone-cold sober now.
His hands are shaking.
He can tell that James is nervous. He doesnāt think his own anxiety shows on his face, how afraid he is, how much of a crossroads this is for him in the war against his own denial. The tiny tremor giving him away is a white flag, the concession of a turning point in this thing they haveā no longer a thing, a relationshipā when he realizes any distance he promised heād keep is nothing more than a lie he told himself.
The pen is elegant, clean lines and textures, simple color. It evinces an intimate knowledge of who Steve is, the kind of thing he would love but would never have chosen for himself. It tells the story of how long James must have saved up to afford such a thing, knowing as Steve does now the circumstances of his family situation. Itās not the most expensive gift heās even gotten, but it unquestionably, undoubtedly the most personal.
Turning his eyes away is torture. The moment feels too fragile, the air itself brittle, but he doesnāt have words and he thinks he knows what actions will get the message across just as well. Opening the desk drawer beside him, he pulls out the only other pen thatās ever meant so much to him, the one he used to speak his intentions in silence when he drew it over Jamesā body, against his lips. Just a red pen, but so much more as a symbol of everything heās clung to, to stay whole, to keep his distance, so much he can no longer abide. Dropping it in the trash bin next to his desk still feels like severing a limb. He still doesnāt know if itās showing on his face, but he almost hopes because a part of him wantsĀ the man standing in front of him to feel the gravity of this moment just as deeply as he does.
The space between them closes with him realizing or intending it. What he might find on Jamesā face if he were to dare to look is too much right now, but the space in the crook of his neck, his arms around him, thatās just enough. He clings desperately, as if he could hold on hard enough to keep himself from falling in love.

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Send me an AU and I will tell you how I could fit my muse into said AU: Domestic AU
ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY GODDAMNED HEART?
Because letās be honest, Steve would fit so beautifully and easily into domestic life. After everything heās been through, I think he'd appreciate it more than the man he once was did. Heād take so, so well to just cooking and cleaning and doing fun, cute, everyday things and just getting to live this simple, quiet life for a little while⦠(I mean, lbr, until the world needed saving again.)
Oh wait, you said AU. Hmmm.
Well, in an AU verse, I would want Steve to be a daddy in a way he can't be in canon (imho). Maybe adopt some scrawny, dirty-covered sweet-face little street kid and take care of him all nice and sweet and ahhhh why did you have to ask this WHY.
Of course, some of my favorite domestic-AU thoughts are about our all work and no play verse. James and Steve just cuddling on the weekends, him teaching Steve how to actually cook, quietly cleaning the loft (in a maid outfit wait what who said that) while Steve furiously types up some briefs, just hanging out watching dumb movies on the couch and giggling about the people at work who are too much to handle.
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO ASK THIS WHY //rolls off to curl up and cry
Help I have too many Domestic AU thoughts and they hurt my heart way more than Domestic AU ever should.
Send me an AU and I will tell you how I could fit my muse into said AU: Demons AU
Ok, itās kind of not fair of you to ask this one LOL because I know weāve discussed this and all I can see is demon!Bucky and priest!Steve, and Bucky being just enough of a brat to ask the village to take the priest with him as his yearly/once-a-decade/whatever tribute for the villageās safety, because heās that much of a little brat.
If I had to imagine it differently? I guess demon!Steve in the more traditional role of, wellā hell is for punishing bad people, right? So demon!Steve still doesnāt like bullies and Nazis and all that jazz, and he delights in giving them a taste of their own medicine, so to speak, when they land in his little corner of hell. I donāt know, thatās all Iāve got. Maybe throw one of our beloved villains on his rack and let him work his magic.
Or make it a Supernatural AU, and let Steve be like Ruby before things went down (spoilers spoilers etc.), meaning a demon sort of fighting his baser nature, clinging to what's still human in him to help the good guys out. Yeah, I'm going to stop here before I talk your ear off. Whoops.
Send me an AU and I will tell you how I could fit my muse into said AU: Serial Killer AU
Ok, so lately, I've had Cop AU on the brain, and that may be influencing my answer, but... I could totally see Steve as the investigator tasked with hunting the serial killer down. Except not everything is as it seems, and there can be epic Hannibal-esque conversations between cop and killer.... ugh, I'm shuddering with excitement just imagining the possibilities.
Or, you know, Steve could actually beĀ the serial killer. Because what's more fun than a good guy turned bad, right?