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 Oh, for ———

 To his credit, Rogers hides exasperation well. See, he knows this well: this fierce need to not need help, to know when others are checking in on you and resent it. He knows it, and so he bites back that frustration, swallows it down, doesn't let it show, puts the faintest pull of a smile in its place.

— @metalsuits —

          i love that you’re leaving out the part where you’re doing this OUT OF GUILT — for breaking my heart yesterday. and, yes, i am also leaving out the part where it was prompted by my own thing that i wrote a few days ago. and you know what else i’m doing? i’m flinging this right back at you, with an actual gunslinger, because you are amazing and wonderful and fantastic and such a delight to talk to. and also:

@arcusignis & @zcldrizes & @hakune & @beckybxrnes & @longmayshereignxcersei & @nytchld & @wineinthewidow & @fifthbornforrester & @theeldestsun & @torturewon & @brycecousland & @wolfqueennamedstark & @empathetixs & @rhaegxr & @redhoneyhq & @ashccra & @atrucpatriot & @peaceinourrtime & @boltxnbastard & @orphicdawn & @putrifyre & @auntlarb & @saltxwolf & @hrodohaide & @timeripe & @helenaiism

@metalsuits​ // the kindness of strangers  

   Peter jumps the second he hears the familiar voice, quickly lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. He sucks in a quick breath, and forces a fake smile-- yeah, that’s not believable at all. Eyes are rimmed red, and his cheeks are puffy, and his chest hurts. Throat tight, breathing is a lot harder, and as if that wasn’t enough, Peter’s face flushes with sudden embarrassment. He didn’t expect anyone to find him here, perched on a rooftop with his legs dangling over the edge, especially Mr. Stark. He wonders if his mentor was just nearby, or if he somehow knew something was wrong. Either way, Peter doesn’t want the other to see him like this, doesn’t want Mr. Stark to think he’s PATHETIC. 

   “Um-- no, no-- I’m not, it’s just--” He clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. “Nothing, it’s nothing.” He doesn’t even know why he’s like this. It’s just been a tough day, with how he was barely able to sleep through his nightmares, and constantly being on edge in school, to the point where he could hear every single noise ringing through his head. It was too overwhelming. 

 cobalt  hues  drop  to  look  at  the  green  gem.  there  is  a  lot  of  power  in  the  small  device.  not  to  mention  several  avenues  he  could  take  should  the  american  patriot  desire  to  be  selfish. BUT  STEVE  RARELY  GIVES  INTO  THOSE  DESIRES. it’s  not  who  he  is.  but  the  more  he  thought  of  the  events  that  lead  him  to  this  point,  the  clearer  his  destined  path  became.  taking  a  breath,  using  the  suit,  steve  jumps  in  time,  back,  to  a  critical  time  in   his  life…and  tony’s.

2017

 steve  isn’t  sure  if  this  is  the  best  year  to  come.  but  time  and  options  are  limited.  he,  natasha  and  sam  are  on  the  run,  bucky  is  in  wakanda  and  steve  isn’t  too  sure  what  tony  is  up  to.  if  anything,  the  guy  is  off  making  world  changing  inventions.  so  the  best  place  for  steve  to  look  is  the  avengers  facility.

 it’s  as  he  remembers  it.  standing  tall  and  proud.  he  smiles  to  himself  as  a  flood  of  old  and  happy  memories  bubble  to  the  surface.  his  chest  aches  as  he  thinks  of  the  path  their  lives  are  going  to  take.  at  least  he  can  give  himself  some  small  amount  of  peace.  TO  SEEK  TONY’S  FORGIVENESS.  to  make  amends  for  the  wrong  he  has  done.  the  man  takes  a  shaky  breath  and  breaks  his  way  inside.

 steve  of  2023  is  harrowed  and  older  looking.  sandy  blonde  locks  a  more  fair  color.  he’s  hoping  tony  will  notice  right  off  the  bat  and  know  what  sort  of  situation  they’re  in.  of  course,  steve  won’t  admit  anything  out  loud.  just  apologize.

 labs  are  his  best  bet.  it’s  where  steve  starts.  no  doubt  his  presence  has  been  detected  with  his  B  &  E.  BUT  THIS  IS  IMPORTANT.

he  sees  a  frame  that  is  all  too  familiar.  what  resolve  he  had  quivers  in  fear.  he  has  no  idea  if  tony  will  leave  listen  to  him.  taking  a  breath,  he  steps  in.

she found herself in the BATTLE OF NEW YORK. why? that was a story for a different time. what was important was that tony stark was there too, along with a few other world-savers. she knew she shouldn’t. she knew she shouldn’t interfere, but when you’re travelling through different dimensions, you were homesick, and you MISSED your dead father, well....

bad move morgan. this was a baaaad move.

“you haven’t failed. but you’ve got some time.” she quickly yelled, hopefully CAPTURING his attention before he regrouped. time. time, the one thing that they never got to have together. THIS was a good moment. a... particularly violent moment, and one that she shouldn’t interfere with, but... a good one nonetheless. there was no urgent business.

                         There’s   a   knock   on   his   door,      a   frown   upon   his   brows      --      no   one   ever   comes   here.      His   fingers   tighten   around   the   shield   that   rests   against   the   wall   before   he   opens   the   door.      Mouth   slightly   drops   open   but   he   quickly   pushes   a   smile   on   his   lips,      stepping   on   the   side,      ❛  Tony,  hi  !  Would  you  like  to  come  in  ?  ❜         For   a   second,      Steve   wonders   if   something   is   very   wrong   or   very   right.