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Steve nods, a small frown pinching his brows as he looks down at him. ❝ You need a hand up? ❞ He offers, absently sweeping his eyes over him and then around them. ❝ What happened? ❞

@alwaysaweapon ctd from { X }

#alwaysaweapon #hiiiii

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hi hellooo. i will also be reviving steve, bc i miss him. i'm still going to be mostly on discord but i'm hoping to get active on here again

if anyone would like to write some things, lemme know!

#i'll be here clearing things out and thingsss

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a proper self promo will come when i have a little more energy, but i've made a multimuse!

this is largely because i have a bit less time and i'm struggling to keep up with my many, many blogs lmao. i'm mostly writing on discord, but i'm really hoping that getting this blog up and running will help me to get back on tumblr a little bit more often.

i'll post some starter calls for my individual muses later, but if you follow and would like to interact with anyone please hit like and i'll come bother you! ily all very much

rhi <3

#ooc #just an fyi! #keeping this blog around #but i'll be writing steve over here

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For now, I’m going to be writing Steve over here. I’m struggling to keep up with things so this is my easiest option at the moment 😬 I’ll be keeping their separate blogs though so I can return to them in the future!

a proper self promo will come when i have a little more energy, but i've made a multimuse!

this is largely because i have a bit less time and i'm struggling to keep up with my many, many blogs lmao. i'm mostly writing on discord, but i'm really hoping that getting this blog up and running will help me to get back on tumblr a little bit more often.

i'll post some starter calls for my individual muses later, but if you follow and would like to interact with anyone please hit like and i'll come bother you! ily all very much

rhi <3

#ooc #mobile

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@gloriousxdarkness​

    She takes in the outside seating of the cafe; neat square tables in rows on a road paved with neat square stones, colorful patterned fabrics laid over them, and pairs of vibrant green chairs. The breeze off the river is light and refreshing against the heat. Even so, Elektra can already feel how a nice a cold drink would be under the shade of the awning. She takes up Steve’s arm without missing a beat and watches him, his mind appearing elsewhere for a moment. “If you’re finished enjoying the view, we have a reservation,” she remarks, the subtle poke in her voice probably familiar by now. They are working, after all. 

     The day is approaching one, approaching lunchtime, which is simply a coincidence. Certainly has nothing to do with wanting to confirm if certain habits by certain state officials are as reported, or how the security might shift with the afternoon. Elektra gives the false name Beauchamp for the reservation and sits down with Steve, keeping her hand wound loosely in his in the air between them. As falsely casual as the name. “So. One of us should entertain that couple later, while the other…” She toys lightly with his fingers, as if distracted, while her voice dips a little in volume. “…takes a look at their belongings. May not turn up much, but might as well see, right?” She’s not sure what he’s thinking, but her guess is arms dealers of some kind, if not the outright sellers of the artifact they’re after. “We can run their names up the chain, as well.” There are some benefits to being associated with S.H.I.E.L.D. for the time being.

      steve hums, attention drawn back fully to elektra when she mentions his distraction. his lips twitching upwards as he lifts his shoulders in a light shrug.  ❝ it’s a nice view. ❞ the company certainly isn’t so bad, either. but he leaves that unsaid for now, because they are working, and she’s clearly in work mode, now. his gaze sweeps the cafe for a moment, taking a brief glance over the other patrons. no one looks overly out of place.  

      he moves with her as she gives the reservation name, keeping close with her on his arm. and once they’re seated, she doesn’t move to release his hand, so he keeps his hold on hers, relaxing back in his seat. when she starts to speak, steve lets his attention drift back toward her, humming softly.  ❝ i think you’re right. ❞ he agrees, watching as she plays with his fingers. it’s oddly... comforting. it probably shouldn’t be, so he forces that thought aside and instead leans a little closer so that he can speak quietly to her. not that it looks like anyone is going to be listening in on him.  ❝ do you have a preference for which you’d like to do? ❞ steve asks, shifting his fingers in her own, his thumb sweeping against the back of her hand absently.  ❝ i’ll look into getting those names run asap. get as much information as we can. ❞

#gloriousxdarkness

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@spinxeret​

+ There was a NOTICEABLE sigh of relief from Mary Jane as the assortment of bags were taken from her hands. It would of COURSE have been a day where she had decided that making TWO trips wasn’t DESIRABLE. That stubborn WATSON-PARKER streak was alive and well within her. “ Just up into the apartment . You showed up at the RIGHT TIME , honestly . Not everyday I’d expect to SEE YOU in the neighborhood. ”

    ❝ i’m blessed with good timing. ❞ he laughs, a smile on his face as he follows her toward the door. she should have an easier time getting it open now that she’s got her hands free, at least.  ❝ i was just on my way to go grab coffee, actually. this areas a little more quiet, most of the time. which i prefer. ❞

#yesss steeb likes friends #spinxeret

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@gloriousxdarkness​

     Elektra hums as he continues, allowing her eyes to drift in thought and gently pausing the conversation. She wouldn’t put it past the cabbie to understand English perfectly well, and they could stand to discuss this more clearly after reaching their destination across the river. Indeed, she can hazard a guess the category of sales the couple is interested in, if not yet the scope or magnitude of the purchase. 

     Instead of responding on topic, Elektra lightly takes up his fingers and drags them a smidge higher, flatter against her thigh. “Don’t be so self-conscious,” she chimes in a soft, quiet way, a slight quirk in her lips as her eyes rise again to meet his. A tease, a test, and a truth. Even softer, like a mere breath as she releases his hand, “Relax.” She doesn’t bite. Much. They draw up to a little cafe restaurant a few moments later and the cabbie says something almost aggressive, understandable in all languages, as he gestures to the meter. “Pay the man,” Elektra’s quick now, getting out on her side to meet the humidity and sandy heat near the Nile. Quite a busy place with outdoor seating boasting a view  - beautiful water, ritzy hotels, an opera house across the way… and less assuming, a host of governmental buildings and embassies. 

      she doesn’t respond to the topic at hand, so steve allows his gaze to drift briefly out of the window, absently watching the scenery pass by. when her fingers curl around his and draw his hand higher, steve finds himself looking down to watch, his palm flattening against her warm thigh. his lips tick up a little at the edge, and he glances up to meet her gaze.

   ❝ didn’t want to overstep. ❞ he admits under his breath, but he allows his thumb to sweep against her skin, a touch closer to her inner thigh. when the car rolls to a stop, steve lifts a brow at the man’s curt attitude and follows her out onto the street. once they’re paid up, steve rejoins elektra and offers out his arm, his gaze sweeping across the view for a moment. honestly, it’s beautiful. and definitely a country that he’d like to visit when he’s not working so that he can enjoy the views. maybe go on some hikes. he looks back to elektra after a beat, humming softly.  ❝ it’s gorgeous around here. ❞

#gloriousxdarkness

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@bokketo​ asked:  Tony throws a peanut at Steve. He’s bored.

      steve’s brows lift a little, and he tears his eyes away from the tablet in front of him to look at the apparently fully grown man sitting opposite him.  ❝ i knew giving you those would be a bad idea. ❞

#bokketo #steve is babysitting i guess

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@murder-popsicle​

By the time Steve returned to the apartment with lunch, Bucky had covered the table with printouts from the files Nick Fury had sent over. SHIELD usually worked digitally, but Bucky liked being able to highlight and circle and cross-reference with sticky notes while she worked.

“Here’s a funny thing,” she said, glancing up at Steve as he walked into the world. “It looks like AIM is trying to corner the market on ethanol fuel.“

      steve hums as she speaks, glancing toward her as he approaches with the bag.  ❝ oh, wonderful. nothing bad can come from that, right? ❞ he tsks lightly, taking a seat beside her as he opens up the bag.  ❝ how’s it working out for them? what’re they doing to try and secure it? ❞ he slides her sandwich across to her, before he sets his in front of him and begins to unwarp it. 

#murder-popsicle

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@bokketo​

     Nat lets her gaze linger on his face. The corner of her mouth ticks up at his attempt at self-control and decides to brush them aside, stepping back into his space to press her lips to his. It’s easier than articulating how much she missed him — she isn’t even comfortable with how much she missed him, really — and when she pulls away, she’s smiling brightly. “I could eat, I suppose. It depends, are you cooking?” 

      steve hums contentedly when she kisses him, pressing into the kiss as his hand frames her jawline.  ❝ i could cook us something, if you like? or we can order in. either is fine. ❞ he doesn’t mind at all, in truth. he enjoys cooking, but he also enjoys getting to spend more time just relaxing with her as they wait for their food to arrive.  ❝ what kind of food do you think you’re hungry for? ❞

#bokketo

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@bourbonandheels​

    As Steve is talking, her eyes don’t waver at all, the picture of attention and listening. And she is, really. Almost completely. Her lips twitch in self-amusement at how cutely a thing or two seems to fly past his head. Pleased at herself, feeling clever. She so enjoys feeling clever. In reality, he appeared distracted by nostalgia. It’s also cute how he can’t imagine living anywhere else. Live a little longer, handsome. “Because… you don’t like attention,” she wagers slowly, squinting briefly like guesstimation. The ironic tone she takes is paired with a bounce of her brows, showing just how much she doesn’t think that’s true. And if that’s not enough, Katherine then pointedly looks out the window to where a distant Statue of Liberty is sporting a giant replica of Captain America’s shield. She knowing glances back at him, her tone brightening into what sounds more believable. Still isn’t. She doesn’t mean it to be. “I can see that.”

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      when she decides to tease him about not wanting attention, steve follows her glance out of the window and finds himself frowning just a little at the statue.  ❝ that wasn’t my idea. ❞ he hums, offering a small laugh and shrug as he turns back toward her.  ❝ i know how it must look. but it’s never been about attention, for me. i just wanted to good. to fight for my country. if you, uh, had seen me before the serum, you’d understand why i kinda had to do whatever i could to make it so i could fight. ❞ he laughs again, lifting one shoulder as he glances down at his coffee briefly. that feels like forever ago, in truth. and life hasn’t gotten any less crazy.  ❝ i’m not saying that i don’t understand why i get attention. just that i like to have at least some privacy, you know? so much of my life is public knowledge, these days. i like to at least be able to go home without there being a swarm of reporters waiting. ❞

#bourbonandheels

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@murder-popsicle​

“Naw, I got a pot on here already,” Bucky said. “Plenty for both of us if you want some. And I picked up those files Fury wanted us to go through. You want I should look ‘em over while I wait for you?”

    ❝ perfect. then i’ll head right back. and yes, please. might save a little time. ❞ he nods even though she can’t see him, stepping to the front of the queue.  ❝ gotta go order, buck. be back soon. ❞ he hangs up then, and orders their sandwiches.

#murder-popsicle

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@bokketo​

     There’s something really lovely about being welcomed back so enthusiastically, and Natasha has never gotten used to it. But Steve has so effortlessly become her anchor that she doesn’t know how not to let herself melt into his embrace. Being close feels good, it feels right. “As long as it’s the good kind of busy,” she nods, “and yes, things went a little haywire at the end but they wrapped up smoothly enough. No loose ends.” That’s as much as she’d like to say though. She knows that Steve isn’t comfortable with how easily Nat dispatches her enemies and she doesn’t want to belabor the point.

    ❝ it wasn’t the bad kind, at the very least. ❞ he hums, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he sweeps some hair back from her face. god she’s just gorgeous.  ❝ that’s good. i’m glad that you got it all wrapped up. ❞ they don’t often go into detail, but it doesn’t matter. he knows what she does, and he doesn’t take issue with it. she does what’s necessary for her job, for her way of doing things. sometimes... those choices have to be made. it’s just not steve’s area. he loosens his hold on her then, stepping back just a little so that he can look down at her properly.  ❝ are you hungry? ❞

#bokketo

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      smol starter call to try and get my yelena muse active while she’s somewhat awake <3 

#↳ OUT OF ICE » ( ooc )

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@bokketo​

     Nat doesn’t like missions that take her so deep into cover that she’s not allowed to communicate with anyone. It used to be the default, before she was an Avenger, before she had friends to come back to and a place to call home. Now, she knows people worry, and the way that Steve’s face softens upon seeing her makes something unwind within her as well. Natasha lets herself be swept up into his arms and hugs him back, grateful for his warmth. “It’s good to see you too, handsome. I made it back in one piece, as you can see. How were you while I was gone?”

      he smiles just a little wider as she hugs him back, turning his head a little so that he can press his face into the hair at her temple. he’s missed her. and he’s so, so very relieved that she’s here. that she’s okay. he’s fairly certain he would’ve heard if she wasn’t, but that hadn’t entirely settled his nerves.  ❝ you did. and i’m very glad to see that. ❞ he admits, pressing a kiss to her temple as he lets her slide back to the floor but keeps his hands on her waist, leaning back enough that he can meet her gaze.  ❝ as well as i can be. busy, but that’s no surprise. everything was successful, then? ❞

#i had to make food but #yelena is defo up next to annoy nat lmao #and then i need to work out who else i can bother of your characters #bokketo

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@spinxeret​

+ “ Pretty PLEASE ? ” Still attempting to SHUFFLE the bags to whatever hand had more BALANCE , Mary Jane peeked her head up above said bags as far as she COULD . “ I think if I take another step, I’m going to DROP them all . ”

    ❝ of course. ❞ steve chuckles, stepping forward so that he can take some of the heavier looking bags from her hands. once he has those in his right hand, he takes a couple more from her, leaving her with just one.  ❝ where are you trying to get them? ❞

#spinxeret

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@boundedbygrief​

there’s a faint laugh that leaves the reporter’s lips, head falling down for a moment.  “yeah, i kinda did. i was hoping for something, though.”  though, karen was smarter than that. she knew how it would be almost impossible to get something out of him.

    ❝ understandable. ❞ every reporter he meets does. his lips tilt upwards a little, before he tilts his head.  ❝ sorry to disappoint you, miss page. i’m sure you understand i have to be careful about what i say. ❞

#boundedbygrief