#shieldrevive

with steve gone, her belief's broken and scattered, she'd created a sense of normalcy for herself. one that would be filled with a quiet sort of life, taking care of artifacts that came through whichever museum she found herself working in. her knowledge of history in every culture scattered over the globe, gave her the opportunity to be of assistance wherever she went.

it worked for her.

she'd settled into a more quiet, mundane life minding her own business as wars raged through the masses. it wasn't until things began to truly shift with a more ominous power. the norse god that made his appearance, the brother that was greedy for more power. it wasn't until she'd truly paid attention that the realization had hit --- steve was back. they'd pulled him from the water and gave him life once more. it was like a smack in the face. diana had thought him gone forever. she'd mourned him. her heart aching for the man that was too good for this world. courageous and willing to do anything he could for a place that had always looked down on him. for the one who gave her hope in the world and the people in it.

she'd hesitated. for the first time in her life, diana was filled with indecision over what her plan of action would be. did she join the fight and face her lack of action for the past few decades to once more be at the captain's side? or did she remain her bubble so she did not have to face the heartache of society letting her down once more.

was there actually a choice?

no. which was why she found herself running through streets, a trail of lifeless alien creatures left behind her as she worked to save those that she could and make her way towards the group that fought for the city. it wasn't long before she spotted him. the sight threatened to steal her breath away, but she forced herself to focus as her heart stuttered in her chest. a few more moments and she was dropping in front of him, knees bending to soften the impact of her landing.

diana squatted down to the man that had pain contorting his features. his actions slow while she reached out a hand to his arm, " easy captain ... take a breath. the fight has momentarily stalled. " she speaks to him in a soft manner, her gaze filled with concern and a hint of admiration.

𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐏. cans jangle against each other, a hollow knock that rings out too loud in the abandoned store. a wincing grimace worms its way across bucky’s mouth. his teeth bare.  every inch of him is on alert  ;  the downy fine hairs on the back of his neck  ( overshadowed by hair that has grown too long without anyone to cut it ) stand up, static-quick.  this is what is to LIVE now, to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice.  all of his military training is in use as he listens for even the slightest hint of dragging feat or rasping groans.  

❛  this is no good, stevie.  ❜  the expiration dates on the tinned food is getting too close for comfort.  he palms a can of lima beans, checks the top before tucking it in with the rest of their stash.  ❛  everything’s picked over. we’ll be lucky to get enough to last us a week.  ❜  the emptied shelves give him enough wherewithal to be able to see steve from across the store.  all of the things that remain are knocked askance, nonessentials forgotten in this new world.  

@shieldrevive​ sent: “ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. “ || Resident Evil 8

Dark brows furrow in arising curiosity mingling with confusion, gaze shifting to glance behind her as though expecting him to have been speaking to someone else. We’re things not safer now for everyone? She would have thought that perhaps being able to just roam about on her own, heading off to a cafe to get her favorite hot chocolate and cookies. It’s not exactly common to be stopped by someone, let alone some who sounded rather awfully familiar under that dull baseball cap.

@shieldrevive || a meme from here! || accepting!

🤭  to  caress  my  muse's  cheek. - carol

it's been a long day. carol's not stopped since before sunrise. her body, mind and soul are beaten down but unable to switch off. instead? she ambles around the house like she's looking for something anything to do. a touch up there--a switch of sheets here. hell. she's even taken to making sure every scrap of laundry's done and yet? whatever bug is up her ass still isn't settling down for the night.

the door opens--and maybe that's the reason why? steve. her gaze switches from the duster in her hand (which she tucks away before she hears booted feet coming down the hallway) and bare feet climb down the ladder propped next to the window. she wipes her palms off on her jeans and walks out into the hallway to meet him.

only when she lays her eyes on him does the woman seem to, finally, breathe out a breath she's been holding all day. it makes a fallen strand of pale hair rise up from her face before falling back down. "oh. you shit. i didn't think a run'd take all of you that long. bout time you showed up." but she smiles, clearly glad that he's here and in one piece. her gaze flicks back and forth across those blue eyes and seems like both their hands lift.

DUSTY TOYBOX // accepting

@shieldrevive: you call THAT a PLAN ? - tony

🕷️🕸️— 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 — @shieldrevive

She's seen worlds collide, at the brink of existence, the desperation. Those days, she's grateful her world wasn't as advanced yet. Civilization turning against each other the more vast technology grows. Dreading when the day came, praying it wouldn't be only her to keep it at bay.

Gwen couldn't save this world's Peter Parker either, but she could hold the fort for him. She was meant to change shifts with another, take a break, but the gnawing in the back of her mind begged to stay. Exhausting herself, but pushing through the pain. She knew how crime could rise as the universe digested the shock of losing half its population. It doesn't sleep, why should she? Never mind her fists were forgetting to hold back, the wounds on her body were slower to heal, her panting becoming more guttural.

"But- !" Gwen began to object behind her mask. Hand adding pressure onto her gash, side bleeding more than it should, something should've healed it by now. But they were running on fumes at this point. And now? A burning building? Our greatest weakness? The soldier's voice was firm, no arguing. Reminded her when her dad was at his last straw with her.

@shieldrevive : careful where you aim that thing. (nat)

SHE CAN'T HELP IT WHEN EMERALD hues roll in response to his words. as if she were some sort of novice that had no idea what she was doing. " you shouldn't worry so much, cap. serum or not - it'll give you premature wrinkles. " the casual warning is provided with a small smile on her lips, one that was merely playful while dragging her focus back to the task at hand. " don't worry - i'm not some novice that doesn't know what she's doing. i only aim to harm, not kill - and i won't hit any of the innocent bystanders. does that cover all of your bases? " the safety is switched off with a flick of her finger when she has her sights lined up.

Despite everything, he had not regrets for what he did, even with being locked in a prison in the middle of ocean as if he was a heinous criminal. Not when what Rogers did for Barnes was not far off from what Nat did for him after Loki had gotten into his mind. He did things he would have never had done if he actually had a choice; killing innocent people and ultimately making it possible for Loki’s invasion of New York City. Every death he blamed himself for, including Coulson’s. But it was Nat who freed him from the brainwashing and vouched for him, tried to convince that the killings were on Loki and not on himself. How could he turn his back on Steve when he was only trying to do the same Bucky?

Clint paced back and forth across the cell with a glass wall, dressed in the shaded blue prison uniform, reveling in his rage. Not at Rogers, Barnes, or Natasha but Stark. It was him who had demanded they go along with the Sokovia Accords and let Bucky be arrested. He was so caught up in his own rage he missed something was off at first, that the little light on the security cameras were off and no guards had patrolled through down their cell row in some time. It was the door to his cell opening that finally pulled him from his thoughts, cautiously poking his head out to see what was happening.

“Cap!” Barton’s face lit up at the sight of Rogers a few cells down with Sam. “What took you so long?” A playful smirk as he stepped out of his personal little prison but there was no time for that, quickly ushered off with Sam and Wanda towards the hanger, all climbing into an awaiting helicopter. It wasn’t until the Raft fell from the horizon did the realization they were free settled in.

The archer had to stop himself from diving out of the helicopter once they landed and kiss the ground, never thinking he could be so happy to see dirt again. But it was the night sky he was truly grateful to see, fearing he would never see the stars again. As the others went their separate ways, Clint turned to Steve with a brow lofted and arms crossed over his chest.