#shieldworn

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Cocking his head slightly, he shot Rogers a look that told him that he didn't need to be that honest. He knew that technically he shouldn't be in his workshop resting. Especially since he could feel the pain in his arm getting worse by the moment. But time waited for no one and he felt more at home in the workshop than sitting around doing nothing. Especially, since he did plenty of that while he was in the hospital. The last thing he wanted to do was come home and do more of the same. Glaring at Rogers, though, Tony had to wonder which one of the others found out and tattled. They'd all taken turns to check in on him and he'd thought the other was off doing his own thing by now. Apparently his own thing meant coming in and checking on him for no good reason. "We both know me and rest doesn't go hand in hand. And I thought you were out exploring the world or something."

@shieldworn​ asked:  😍 for a kiss in greeting

Steve’s rooms were closer than hers. That was absolutely the story Maria was going to stick with. Definitely had nothing to do with the fact that they’d barely seen each other in the last five weeks. There’d been a few hours in between her trip to Paris and his to Alaska where they’d been able to get coffee — but other than that it had been a few snatched phone calls and text messages.

Maria had texted him a few hours ago to see what he was up to, but she hadn’t mentioned she was on her way in. It still probably wouldn’t be that much of a surprise since Steve could check on all of their missions, but she was going to give herself points for the thought. “Honey, I’m home,” she called, letting herself into the apartment. She dropped her bags by the front door, laughing a little when Steve looked up from the couch. “Hi,” Maria murmured, stepping forward to meet him. “I got back early,” she added, rising up onto her tiptoes. Her hands slid around his neck and she kissed him softly. “Any chance you have a shower I could borrow?”

Kneeling there before the well taken care of grave, Cecilia feels even to this day that this is not what should have happened. It was explained to her why Natasha died, and what for, but... she just misses her. Ever since she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and fought off the alien army, she’s looked up to Nat. The woman was so smart, brave, and powerful. While they had only interacted in a working capacity, being known by such a woman felt like an honor. Cecilia’s eyes tear up a little bit while thinking about her.

Looking to the various gifts and tokens left by others, her hands keep themselves busy by straightening and brushing them off. While not anything more than a normal person, she can certainly sense someone looking at her. Considering this is a place of rest for the dead, she hopes that not shifting into fight mode is the correct move. Standing herself up and turning around, she’s surprised, somehow, to see Steve Rogers. Of course he would visit, it would be strange if he didn’t.

“YOU KNOW, TECHNICALLY YOUR BIRTHDAY DOESN’T START UNTIL YOU GET OUT OF BED,” she offers with a sleepy yawn as she rolls over to face him, trading her pillow for the inside of his bicep as the place to lay her head. “it’s a law or something.” 

it’s ‘ legal advice ’ he can take two ways ----------- get up and get the day started; see what it is she’s got PLANNED for the pair of them (   and it’s a full docket if he wants it to be ---- she’s approached it like one of their recon missions. one oh three isn’t something she’s going to take lightly   ), or stay HERE in the warmth of the bed and hit the metaphorical SNOOZE BUTTON for another hour or so before repeating the process. 

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. a knuckle knocks the brim of his hat back off his brow. already, the day leaves streaks of dust, a kiss of sunlight pink on each cheek.  a star dangles from his shirt on the left side, the proudest  & brightest part of his weatherworn clothes.  

a low whistle breaks between his teeth as he prepares himself to break the news to his buddy  &  boss.  ❛  got wind of somethin’ that ain’t likely to make you too happy, sheriff.   ❜

@shieldworn​  /  ❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜ accepting  /  concerned.

“ could be a lot worse. ”  that much is true.  he could still be dead.  he’s still not really over the fact that he technically died, actually.  it feels like yesterday that he started to push himself up off the floor to then suddenly not exist.  nothing, just pure darkness.  emptiness.  then he’s back, and he’s fighting alongside his friends again, all of the world’s heroes, against an alien invasion and the tyrant of thanos.  inevitably, it’s a battle that ends, and when one thing ends, another starts.  before he has the time to realize that they’ve won some kind of war, he stares down at his broken reflection in a puddle of muddied water.  when the war ends, things are still a mess.  it turns out he, alongside so many others, were gone for five years, and their very return hasn’t exactly been a pleasing one.

he learns about his sister and his nephews, about the family business.  he’s missed a lot of their childhood now, and all sam can think about is how much he keeps missing things.  he doesn’t want to.  he wants to be there, he wants to be a good uncle, a fun uncle, a memorable, loving uncle.  he wants to help people, wants to get back to counselling VAs.  the problem is he doesn’t know where to start.  there’s more that weighs on him now than there was a decade ago, and though he can’t say he regrets the path he’s chosen, there’s still much he wishes turned out differently.  more favourably might be the apt term.

one of my biggest rp pet peeve is the shit treatment that OCs get. i have a fairly popular oc but man let me disappear for a few weeks and then no one ever remembers that you existed . ultimately ocs don’t matter in the grand scheme of things because they are just ocs. man some ocs i’ve seen are more developed than some canon characters will ever be and i feel like they get overlooked so much because people are just TOO LAZY to read through their extensive amount of info.