#isavethem

Ana laughed at Steve’s response to the video, glancing up at him as the video played on her screen. 

@agentharrisonofshield - I love this OC, and the mun’s writing.  I’m a bit shy though and super nervous.

@doctorxdoom - Super awesome, and I’m so glad I followed, it’s hard to find people that do 616 stuff.

                       VALENTINES Day... the day in which couples and singles travelled out to bars alike, but the day they were the easiest to decipher who fell into which category. Jack sits at the bar, fingers curled round a glass of whiskey as he surveys the room around him. Couples completely enamoured with one another dance circles across the floor. Ladies in dresses who’s skirts extend gracefully and soldier’s in uniform who twirl them with BEAMING smiles.

Jack can’t help but smile in return. His gaze wanders from the dance floor, eyes lingering a little closer to home. He acknowledges the men that sit at the bar knocking back drinks similar to his own. Those are the single men. The ones who didn’t WANT to stay in their barracks that evening despite the connotations of the night. Content to be with friends while surrounded by couples Jack understands. HE’S out too.

Yet there’s someone there who doesn’t seem quite so... right? A blonde soldier who sits alone on the corner of the bar. He’s incredibly handsome and Jack’s surprised he doesn’t have a lady of his own to spin in circles on the dance floor. He watches him for a MOMENT before slipping off his bar stool. Jack takes his drink with him as he walks over, settling himself in front of the soldier in question, leaning an elbow against the bar.

Random starter, based on something we’ve talked about, for @isavethem

It all started when Tony just dropped down in the middle of the workshop. Thankfully, Bruce had been there with him. He hadn’t looked so good for some time, but no one had expected him to just pass out like that. At the hospital they said a lot of things, but to simplify it all you could say that he was completely and utterly exhausted. Every test they took show similar results, he was in a shitty condition. He needed rest, they said and one specific Avenger got a plan to make that happen.

It wasn’t the first time Tony had been kidnapped, though kidnapped might be a strong word to use this time, but it was the first time he’d been taken by a friend and brought to a place that was about as close to hell as he could think of. The place was a log cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere without electricity and phone reception, which meant, no modern technology. Who was the kidnapper? Steve, who else thought a place like this would be a good idea.

To be able to get Tony to this remote location, Steve had drugged him, although he had been helped. Had he not been asleep during the ride, they would never have reach their destination. Perhaps the drugs had been a little too good, because it had been nearly two hours since they arrive and Tony had just begun to stir.

Waking up, he noticed rather quickly that he wasn’t at home or the hospital. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by wood. A lot of wood. Like, way too much wood. Tony had nothing against nature and he wanted to protect the environment, but he preferred his buildings to be made of things like glass and metal, not logs. And where did you find log houses in New York? The answer was, nowhere. Groaning, he sat up, the world tilting and swirling for a moment, and snatched the quilt he’d been covered with and wrapped it around his shoulders. This place was way too cold. On reflex, he fished up his phone from his pocket and it was first when he noticed the lack of reception that his situation seemed to hit him. Walls made of logs, a fireplace, a wooden bunk bed like thing with a quilt instead of a duvet, no phone reception and  as he looked around he couldn’t see any sockets. “What the fuck?” he mumbled.

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Wade had thought too long about this. How to actually scare Steve. He didn’t want to hurt him or damage the posibility of a friendship. No, getting hit by a truck in front of him was definitely out of the question. Besides, that would hurt. Something he wasn’t a huge fan of. Hiding somewhere and jump scaring him would probably result in an attack. Also pain. Fake news stopped being funny the moment Trump was elected president. No... he had to be in the room with Steve. Visible and... out of harms way. And he was. They were in the kitchen in his and Blind Al’s appartment having coffee when the ghostly noises began. Wade sipped his cup and arched an eyebrow - but the noises grew louder, and simply could not be ignored. “You’re hearing it too, right? I swear every other night there has been banging, like... not people getting laid but something banging against the walls. Three times. And then this... First I thought I was the coffee machine.” Wade did his best to look worried and eyed the device. “I saw Paranormal Activity man, this can’t be good.” He bit his lip. “Can you hear where it’s coming from? The coffee isn’t haunted is it? Oh god. I’ve been drinking this.” Steve told him to calm down, a worried smile tugging on the Captain’s lips, follow by the reassuring words; “I’m hearing it too, you’re not losing it.” Steve put his cup down and got up, listening. Wade’s eyes glowed deviously - but Steve was too emerged in the task at hand to notice. “It’s coming from the cupboard,” Steve whispered, slowly moving closer... Wade watched as he reached for the handle and held his breath. Not for the reasons Steve thought he did, surely. Steve’s hand closed around the door knob. He pulled it open... ... ... The air horn blasted loudly - and a small explosion of glitter and confetti happened above him, showering him in the stuff. Wade bit his lip not to burst out laughing, his cheeks hurting as he waited for Steve’s reaction... 

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It will be divergent from the movies and not fit with Ragnarök and possibly not Infinity War either.

If anyone would have told Bruce that he and Steve Rogers would not just be boyfriends but married a few years ago, he would have laughed at them. It would all have seemed so absurd, but life sometimes worked in truly mysterious ways.

Steve had found him at the Raft when he came there to rescue his friends, something none of them had known and had it not been for Clint’s watchful eyes, he might still be there. To make a long story short, Bruce had been in bad shape, really bad shape, and Steve had silently sworn to make sure Bruce got well again. Physically, he was healed within three months, but mentally, it took a little longer, but Steve was there and they ended up sharing more than either of them had probably done before, or in a very long time. It was Steve who started it, with telling Bruce a secret every time the scientist’s past or memories of his captivity haunted him, having noticed that sharing had been a way to make it easier for Bruce to open up as well and accept support without apologizing every tenth second.

During this time, they grew closer and Bruce wasn’t even sure when their friendship had grown into something more and their first kiss had been awkward to say the least, but as they both realized their feelings were mutual, they slowly began to relax and enjoying this closer kind of intimacy.

That was about two years ago and now they were married since almost a month. It was still an odd, but good, experience and Bruce was unconsciously fidgeting with his ring as he looked out the window. Thinking back on what had been, he suddenly felt strong arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. They stood like that for quite some time, both watching as the sun set with Steve humming on a tune. Bruce could feel the vibrations from the man’s throat and chest against his back, which was incredibly soothing.

“I… I think I’m ready to get back in the field again,” Bruce eventually said and he could feel the frown that appeared on the other man’s face. “Are you sure about that?” He thought for a couple of seconds and then nodded. “Yes, I’m sure, if you ever need Hulk, I’m ready to assist again.” Bruce was turned around, facing Steve and he could see the worry in his face. “I’ll be okay, Steve.” It didn’t seem like Steve fully believed him, but he did nod before pulling the scientist closer again.

“You’re...Captain America?” She’s heard of him briefly, something Alice told her, although she’s never expected to meet someone like him. “My...daughter’s told me about you and other heroes. Wow.” 

They had had a plan of what to do if they ever got separated, though Nat hadn’t fully followed that plan. He’d been on the other side of the city when he saw Bucky’s face on a screen, being accused of a bombing. Knowing he was innocent, Nat hurried back, but he was too late.

Instead of heading to the location they had decided to become their emergency waiting hide out place, he looked for Bucky, but he didn’t have the soldier’s training and even with the info media fed him, the trail soon grew cold. Having nowhere else to go, he headed back to the cabin Romania where they had first met. It was a very secluded place and unless you were lost or knew of the place, you wouldn’t find it.

He had been there for almost a week when he heard faint rustling sounds. Peering through a small hole in the wall, made just for that, he couldn’t see anything, but since it was dark, he hadn’t expected to see much anyway. The door didn’t have a real lock, only a latch, and it would be easy for anyone to enter. Nat swallowed, not wanting to fight, but he grabbed the fire poker and made himself ready.

The lifted from the outside and the door opened. In the darkness he couldn’t see if it was friend or foe, but the person did not have Bucky’s built nor his long hair, so Nat swung the fire poker towards the man.