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__________ ✧                  ❛   stark won’t stop doing what he thinks is   RIGHT  .    he will come after   you   &&   rogers   &&   wanda     ...    i will do what i can,     but i don’t know how long i can   HELP   you.   ❜

@reventum ❤︎’d this for a starter

There was something to be said for the slower pace of the 1920s. It had felt fast then, like a dizzying blur that had been leaving Steve behind. Even after he met Erskine, and everything that happened in the war – it was a snail compared to modern day. It was a habit and a hobby, almost, people watching. Countless individuals on their phones, looking down not up, hurrying to be some place better. 

Steve’s brow quirked slightly at the thought, lips curving into a smirk. 

This must’ve been what the elderly thought. Those from his generation, who were steadily disappearing as time ever so faithfully pressed on. 

At least the park had the illusion of moving slightly slower. Letting people in it relax, though the echoing honks of cars stuck in traffic, and the whine of distant sirens eluded to the much larger cityscape beyond the trees. 

Steve’s smirk faded as his eyes went back to the sketchbook. He had found himself a bench and opted just to draw. A quiet way to spend his time off, doodling whatever took his fancy. Away from the Avengers, and the hustle and bustle they brought along.

Friends were great, but so was peace.

A boot scrapping the gravel of the path had Steve looking up. Gaze fixing on a figure a little way from him.

Steve’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Bucky?” He questioned, mind blank of any explanation for the man to be here. Rogers had been searching for ages, he had vanished off the face of the Earth following what happened at the Triskelion. He didn’t blame the man; and Steve knew logically, someone with the skills of the Winter Soldier could easily disappear and never be found.

But, well, there he was.

“If I have to see Dum Dum’s naked ass one more time, I’m going to join a damn convent.”

@reventum Steve had been caught off guard by Rumlow mentioning Bucky. It was something that he hadn’t expected him to bring up...Bucky was a subject he didn't tend to bring up with anyone but Natasha and Sam

Then the bomb had been activated and Wanda had done her best to try and bring Rumlow away from Steve...but the bomb went off faster than  he  expected,  his helmet first blown off his head then his head was slammed down hard into the ground by the concussive blast and Steve groaned and shook his felt his head starting to swim before he staggered off to the crowd, his helmet left behind as he ended up staggering off to an alleyway, the super soldier holding his head, wincing as he brought his hand up to the part of his head that was throbbing with pain and he brought his hand back and saw the blood

“Crap...” He mumbled softly as he shakes his head some more and he ended up wandering off again, his disorientation and pain making him just want to find shelter, he knew there was something else he was missing but...what was he missing...? “Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be with The Avengers down in the market?” A man called out to him and Steve blinked and looked at the man with confusion, trying to rack his brain for what the man was talking about...but the pain and disorientation had him just staring blankly at them “No...I don’t think so,” He says as he keeps wandering downtown, “Hey! Need help finding your way back?” A man asks in a suit as Steve wanders along and he blinks a bit then nods, “Yeah...having a hard time getting my bearings,” He says as he approaches the man, who nods, “Right well, we can actually get you back to your base if you want. Seems your team wants you to meet them there.” “...My team?” Steve asks with clear confusion even as the man blinks a bit, “Wow, that blast really must have hit you good. C’mon,” He says as he leads Steve out to a airfield where a Quinjet was waiting, just plain gray one...and he got Steve on board where there were some people in SWAT style uniforms and in all black “You got him?” One of them says sounding a bit shocked as the man nodded, “Yeah. Let’s get going,” He says as he heads up to the front and one of the men helps Steve get buckled in, the disoriented and pained walking flag of a man leaning back against his seat as he felt the quinjet take off and he winced as his head his the headrest

Steve actually ended up dozing off a few times over the next few hours but there was a mutter of something from the men up front and the man sitting next to him kept constantly waking him up, Steve swearing they were talking in another language at times.

“You’ve got a concussion from the looks of it,” The man next to him says, “we cant let you fall asleep, you might fall into a coma if you do and we don’t need that happening” He says as Steve blinks and nods

It was only after that, that he started noticing the way they kept looking at him nervously....and it was on the fifth hour that he was getting super restless...and he even got up and started pacing even with the objections of the men...and when he refused to sit back down, a twitch trigger finger ended up shooting him and  Steve ended up collapsing on the floor of the plane, dendrotoxin bullets having been used on him

When Steve woke again it was near nine hours that the quinjet had been in the air...and dendrotoxin guns were all aimed at Steve, whose eyes narrowed...and he ended up  starting a fight with five men, his uniform protecting him from the dendrotoxin affecting him and the  shield on his back covering a bit of his neck...and he was fighting out of pure muscle memory and reflex...and when he set his sights on the man in the pilot’s seat, the man’s eyes widened, and he sent the quinjet down towards the closest city, Steve yelping as he got thrown forward and he  quickly punched the man as soon as he got within reach, and then that didn’t deter him, he slammed his head into the controls and the man went still before  Steve tossed him aside even as the quinjet started spilling out of control in it’s dive bombing 

Steve cursed softly as he fought to figure out the controls and after about fifteen seconds something seemed to click in his oddly blank slate brain and he grabbed the steering and  he pulled it up as best he could with it...just starting to level it out along a main road.... where he then proceeded to have one hell of a bumpy ride before it came to a stop at a lake just inside of Drăgănescu...which in itself was just outside of Bucharest...

there is no dana, only zuul

      There was a great deal of excitement present that morning, and after nearly a week of trying to attend every possible meeting or exercise she could to make up for the vacation at hand -- she was deeply ready to spend her holiday away from the Tower. She had woken up per usual with the sun, taking an hour or so to go for a run before wandering back in for breakfast before her meetings. Today she was going to be stuffed into a short overview meeting with a few members of the team, and afterwards allowed to run away for nearly three weeks. As the Friday morning continued she felt busier than ever, hardly spending more than a few moments in the apartment until after her meeting was finished. All reports were turned in, and several of her team members giving their goodbyes before she headed back to the confines of her and Bucky’s apartment. Once arriving she took notice of the time, knowing that if they wanted to make it to the cabin before nightfall they had to leave soon. It was Stephanie’s idea to drive, mostly because the thought of taking a private plane to the forest only to be dropped off seemed silly. At the very least they’d have the car in case they needed to do anything, and Stephanie knew the town only thirty minutes away from the cabin could offer something to do over the course of their seventeen-day reprieve.  

       As she moved into the apartment she noticed the fireplace once again roaring beautifully, a few suitcases strewn out between the living room and kitchen. “Buck, I’m home,” She called out into the vast apartment. Unsure if he was in his new study or packing in his room, she wandered past the messy state of their living area to her own bedroom where she had hardly begun packing. She knew that it was likely Stark had already sent provisions and clothes to the cabin. She had been assured that everything was in order, and if she needed anything JARVIS could always get them something else. Stephanie had been very quick to remind Stark that this was a trip without the luxuries of the Tower, which meant no JARVIS. Stephanie and Bucky were two adults, they were capable of going to the store if they needed anything. Once in her room, she pulled the suitcase she had left open faced on her bed over to where she was standing, her eyes raking over everything she sighed with dissatisfaction at the state of things. She really should have been packing earlier, but found herself too indecisive at the time. Quietly she tutted around, pulling out bits and bobs of clothing before stuffing them into the suitcase. She didn’t bother with toiletries, knowing that the cabin would be well stocked with anything she needed. Only clothes and the odd book and pencil were thrown into the baggage before she pulled it down from her bed, leaning over to smooth out the wrinkles of the comforter only after setting the case on the ground. The small bear that sat neatly in the center slouched over, her eyes flickered over it briefly, half way considering stowing it away into the bag as well.