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maraudershour · 9 minutes ago
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i was listening to lana the other day and i came to the realisation that steve rogers is a literal brooklyn baby
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funnyincorrectmcu · an hour ago
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Steve: Alright. Time for a new team-building exercise. We’re going to put everything we love into this box. Tony: Can I put Peter in the box? Steve: No. Nat: Can I put Peter in the box? Steve. No. Thor: Can I-- Steve: No one can put Peter in the box!!
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starksclown · an hour ago
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Commission for starksnacks on Twitter. I really enjoyed drawing these babies again💜
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chooseyourownavenger · an hour ago
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Steve/ You aren’t strong enough to date him.  Tell him it’s over.
It takes you a while to get yourself under control, but when you do, you pull back and look into his eyes.  “I’m sorry, Steve,” you say.  “I think I do love you, but I can’t… I can’t do this.  I’m not strong enough.”
Steve frowns, but he pulls you into a tight hug.  It only serves to make you cry harder.  “Shh…” he soothes, rubbing your back.  “It’s okay.”
“You should hate me,” you sob.  “Don’t you hate me?”
“No, sweetheart,” he says.  “I love you and it hurts, but it’s better now than later.”
You get your crying under control and climb down off his lap.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead.  “I think I should go.  I might need to go talk this out with some friends.”
You wipe your eyes and nod.  “I’m sorry, Steve.  I wish I was a different person.  That I was stronger.  You deserve someone who can be there for you.”
“You deserve someone who can give you what you need too,” Steve says.  “I’m sorry it isn’t me.  I’d like to be friends.”
You nod and give him a small smile.  “I’d like that too,” you agree.
He looks down at you for a moment and caresses your cheek, then with a nod he leaves.  You curl up on the couch and cry, mourning the loss of something that had only really just begun.
~ END ~
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chooseyourownavenger · an hour ago
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
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Steve/ You are strong.  Tell him you love him and that you want to try and have a life together.
You pull back and look at him, running your hands down his chest.  “I love you too.  I want to try this.  I want us to have a life together.”
Steve seems to visibly relax.  He cradles your jaw in one hand and pulls you down into a kiss.  It starts deep and tender but soon morphs into something frantic and passionate.  You pull his shirt up over his head, only breaking the kiss long enough to get it off.  Steve has gauze taped to his left side and an array of scratches and bruises, but if any of that bothers him, he’s not showing it.
His hands slide up under your skirt and run over your ass, massaging it as you move to straddle his lap.  You skim your hands down his chest to his pants and you scramble to open them, reaching in and starting to stroke his cock.
Steve hardens under your hand and pushes you back onto the couch he tugs the neck of your dress down and kisses along your collarbone.  You let your head back and moan, rolling your hips so you grind against his thigh.
Your body aches for him and all you want is for him to be inside you.  You grip his shoulders and wrap your leg around him.  “Steve,” you moan.  “I need you.”
He pushes your panties aside and rubs your clit, sending a warm vibration through your core.  He pushes his pants down enough to free his cock and lines himself up and with one quick snap of his hips, he is inside you.
You gasp at the sudden intrusion and clench around him.  He groans and curls his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to him.  He rolls his hips, pushing you up with each thrust so that the base of his cock rubs on your clit.  A warm current travels through you from your cunt, spreading through you like a wave.  His lips return to yours and you kiss with the desperate passion you feel for him, letting go of the fear and grief you have been feeling and letting in the love you feel for this man.
You start feeling soft and fuzzy, though a hot ball presses down in your core.  Your cunt begins to flutter and clench and with a low moan your orgasm hits, engulfing you like a blanket.
Steve groans and keeps thrusting.  His hand runs down your side and grips your thigh, his pace picking up as he chases his own release.  You begin to thrust up with him, matching his pace, and with a jerk of his hips and a deep groan he comes, his cock pulsing inside you.
The two of you relax down onto the couch, Steve rolling onto his side and holding you as the two of you remain joined.  “I missed you so much, Steve,” you whisper.
“I missed you too,” Steve says, kissing your brow.  “You were all I could think about.  But I’m here now.”
You hum and nuzzle into him.  “And I’m never letting you go.”
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There was something about admitting you were in this with Steve through good times and bad, and voicing your feelings was a huge step forward for you and Steve.  You went from two people dating, to two people building a life together.
Within a year you hadn’t officially moved in with each other, but you were at the Tower so much that if you did give up your lease, you weren’t sure Steve would even notice.
It wasn’t perfect, and things weren’t always smooth sailing, but it was good and it worked for the two of you.
Even with as comfortable you had both gotten integrating yourselves into each other’s lives, Steve liked to date.  He was a romantic at heart and when there could be time to make romance he would.  Walks through the part were regular, as were dinner and dancing, he liked to see musicals, and most of all he loved to share his city with you.
On the day he invites you to take a walk across the Brooklyn bridge he’s a little nervous.  He keeps checking his pocket and looking around like something is about to happen.
“Are you expecting an attack, or to get called away?” You ask as two of you stroll over the Brooklyn Bridge together.  It’s very busy and once in a while, people look at him with that look that tells you they recognize him, but they just can’t quite place where they know him from.
“No,” he chuckles.  “Sorry.  Guess I’m a little nervous.”
You look at him with your brow furrowed and it slowly dawns on you why he’s so nervous and why he really wanted to take a walk on the Brooklyn Bridge.  You drop your jaw and your eyes go wide.  “Oh my god!”
“Hey!” He yelps.  “You have to let me do it first.”
“Okay,” you say, though you're trembling slightly.  He pulls you out of the flow of walkers and closer to the railing and drops to his knee.  Tears are already pricking your eyes even before he starts to talk.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know what made you approach me at that party, but I’ve been so thankful you did ever since,” he said.  “You get me in a way so few people ever have.  I love you for your kindness and patience, and how you don’t take any shit.  I don’t want to live my life without you in it.”  He opens a box, with a beautiful diamond ring.  “Will you marry me?”
Accept.
Reject him.
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stevebuckydogtags · 3 hours ago
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OKAY LISTEN TO ME:
AU Steve rogers and Bucky Barnes sons of the richiest business men who happens to be friends, they met each other at the gala party, the rest is history...
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zemosimp05 · 3 hours ago
JEHSBAJAJAJ I GOT A IDEA
Imagine what if y/n said this to Steve after this quote
y/n: You can also join ;)
Steve: :O
Loki: :O
Bucky: :O
y/n: instead of a sandwich we could be hamburger ;)
💀💀💀
(mind is going places fuck i wonder what Steve would say after that💀)
Steve:
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thewinterwelded · 3 hours ago
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Al final me he animado y después de más de 20 años alejada de los cómics americanos, me reencuentro con ellos como si fueran un viejo amigo. @saturnin-3
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koimoimedia · 3 hours ago
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‘Falcon’ Anthony Mackie ‘Hated’ The Idea Of Being ‘Captain America’, Here’s Why!
Now that he's Captain America, the character has his own film Captain America 4 on the way. It is spinning out of the events of the Disney+ series.
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Even when Chris Evans stepped aside as Captain America in Avengers: Endgame and gave the shield to Anthony Mackie's Sam Wilson, it was unclear whether he would take up the mantle again. Perhaps this is why it wasn't evident who would be the next Captain America when Marvel Studios executives began creating The Falcon And The Winter Soldier. In fact, Mackie admitted that he "hated" the show's original concept.
Yes! Yes, you read that correctly. Anthony was a little hesitant about taking on the role of Chris in the new online series. Continue reading to learn what prompted him to sign the show.
He revealed in a recent Q&A with the SAG-AFTRA Foundation that he "hated" the original concept of The Falcon And The Winter Soldier. “When the pitch for the show came up, we never talked about it. It was more about the continuation of what was going to happen with the shield, whether it was going to be Bucky or Sam, because Sam didn't accept the shield at the conclusion of Endgame,” Anthony Mackie told the outlet.
He told Steve, “‘It feels like this is someone else’s, it feels like it’s yours.’ So at no point in time was he excited or looking forward to the idea of becoming Captain America.” Anthony Mackie added, “So it was more so Kevin [Feige] and Nate [Moore] telling me, ‘We’re not sure what’s happening, so the show (The Falcon And The Winter Soldier) will be more about the idea or the archetype of Captain America, not you becoming Captain America.’ So I was really confused leaving out of the meeting. But I wasn’t excited either. I hated the idea. I thought it was gonna be an awful idea (laughs).”
Now that he's Captain America, he'll be getting his own movie, Captain America 4. It's a spin-off from the Disney+ series' events.
What are your thoughts on Anthony Mackie's performance as Captain America in The Falcon And The Winter Soldier? Let us know what you think in the comments area below.
Stay tuned to Koimoi for latest Hollywood news updates!
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chooseyourownavenger · 3 hours ago
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Steve/ Doing something special is a lot of pressure, just at home will be fine.
You look up into Steve’s eyes as you sway to the music.  “I love that you’re such a romantic, and going away with you is something I would love to do,” you say. “Even sometime soon.”
“But?”  Steve asks.
“But I’m worried that going away specifically to have sex is too much pressure,” you say.  “What if I get my period that week.  Or what if I’m just not feeling it?  Then I’d feel bad that you went to all this trouble.  I don’t want either of us to feel that we’re expected to perform.”
Steve furrows his brow and nods.  “I wouldn’t want you to feel that way either,” he says.  “I guess I never thought about that.  I mean, I’d be equally happy just going away and cuddling with you all weekend.  And just FYI, you being on your period wouldn’t bother me - if it didn’t bother you.”
You smile and hum, not sure how you managed to nab the only remaining chivalrous man in the universe, but pretty happy that you have.  You lean up and kiss him tenderly, the two of you still moving to the music.  To his credit, Steve doesn’t even pull away, he just moves his lips with yours.  When he pulls back a blush creeps into his cheeks.  “Forgot we weren’t alone for a second.”
You laugh and swat his chest.  “If you want to book a trip away, I’m all for it,” you say.  “But can we not put the pressure of sex on that.  Let’s just… keep that to something that happens here in the comfort of our own homes.”
Steve seems to think about this for a moment as he spins you around the floor.  When the song stops the two of you return to your table.  “So,” he says, taking your hand.  “I agree with your point.  But I am an old romantic, so maybe we could meet somewhere in the middle?”
You raise an eyebrow at him.  “And what is your suggestion?”
“Well, we keep dating, like this,” he says, gesturing around him.  “And after one of our dates, I’ll walk you to your door like I always do.  And just like in the movies, if you want it to go further, then you ask me up.  If I want it too, I’ll say yes.”
You laugh, lifting his hand to your mouth and kissing your palm.  “You are something else, you know that, Steve?”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” Steve says.
“It’s a very good thing,” you say.  “We can, in fact, keep dating like a normal human, twenty-first-century couple.  That would be nice.”
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It isn’t too many more dates before you know you want nothing more than for him to go upstairs with you.  You aren’t even sure why you take more than one, except that two were lunch dates and the one dinner date you had felt like you’d just been waiting for the first available opportunity and you didn’t want to put that pressure on him.
He takes you out for dinner and then a walk around the shores of Battery Park.  You tease him playfully about how on-brand it is to take you to a spot you can see the Statue of Liberty.
When he walks you home the soft kiss goodnight lingers a little too long.  He presses against the door to your building, and you hold the lapels to his jacket as he cradles your jaw and kisses you with such heat, that you can feel it in every part of you.  Someone clears their throat and Steve pulls back and looks around apologetically at the guy wanting to go inside.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” he says, a deep blush running up to his cheeks.
“Get a room, would ya?” your neighbor says as he shoves past you both.
You start giggling when the door slowly closes.  “Steve,” you say.
He looks around at you, a little startled.  “Yes, honey?”
“Do you want to come up?”
He smiles and nods.  “I’d love to.”
He follows you upstairs and as soon as you're through the door he is kissing you again.  You expect him to be slow and tentative, but instead, it’s like a fire has been lit inside him.  The kiss is heated and passionate and he slowly backs you into the room as his lips move with yours.  You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can carry you to the bedroom.
When he reaches the bed he places you on it, positioning himself between your legs so he can grind down on you.  You can feel his cock hardening through the thick fabric of his khakis.  You arch your back and push your hips up against him so you can feel the press of him against your cunt as his grinding creates hot friction between your bodies.  His lips never leave yours and soon your lips feel numb and your head feels light from lack of oxygen.
You drag his shirt up so it untucks from his pants, and run your hands up his back, digging your fingers into the thickly corded muscles.  He groans and kisses your neck.  You gasp and let your head fall back.  He drags the neck of your dress down and latches on to one of your breasts, biting your nipple through your bra.
You nudge him and he takes the hint, rolling over and pulling you so you're straddling him.  You look down at him, breathing heavily as you start unbuttoning his shirt.  Steve watches you through lust-blown eyes and lifts your dress over your head.  His hands slowly slide up your back and he begins to fumble with your bra as you reach the last of his buttons.
“Let me,” you say, reaching behind you and unfastening the clasp.  You toss the garment aside and Steve leans up and latches on to one of your breasts, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.  You keen and throw your head back, rolling your hips so you grind your now dripping pussy against his cock.
He rolls you again, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside as he sinks to the floor between your legs.  He pulls you flush to the end of the bed and drapes your legs over his shoulders, you lay back and lift your hips and as Steve’s tongue swipes up your folds, you let out a soft moan and bunch your hands in the sheets.
He is like a starving man as he sucks and laps at your cunt.  You writhe under him as heat crackles through you, like a hot magma in your veins, seeping out through you and forming a hard pit in your gut that presses down on you.  He sucks your clit as he thrusts first one finger and then when you have adjusted to him another inside you.  He slowly fucks you with them, spreading them to stretch you out and curling them inside you so that each time they press down on that sweet spot inside you it sends a jolt to your core and makes you cry out and clench around his digits.
Your legs begin to tremble and your breath starts coming in shallow.  Steve curls his fingers inside you and corkscrews his wrist so it drags over your g-spot and you come, crying out loudly as your orgasm crashes through you.  Steve groans, licking you through it, and then crawls, back up, removing his fingers from you.
You move back into the middle of the bed again as Steve fishes a condom out of his pocket.  As he tears it open, you unfasten his pants and push them down, freeing his achingly hard cock.  You have never seen a cock so large in person, and your mouth goes dry as you wrap your fingers around it.  You can’t even touch your fingertips together he’s that thick.
He groans softly and kisses your neck as he rolls the condom in place.  “Mm, Steve,” you moan, pulling him down on top of you.  “I need you.”
Steve kisses you again as he lines his cock up to your entrance, and with a thrust, he is inside you filling you completely.  You both moan into the kiss, but neither of you breaks it, despite the fact you feel full to breaking point.  He stills as you adjust, and as the burn in your cunt abates he begins to thrust.
He starts teasingly slow and you whine into his lips and rut your hips trying to encourage him along.  He takes the hint and begins to move faster and faster until he’s pounding into you, and all you can focus on is this, here, right now, him moving inside you, your bodies connected, and the pleasure surging through you.  He moans each time you clench your walls.  The sound is intoxication so you pulse your muscles around him like you’re milking his cock.
You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer and you slip a hand between your body and start rubbing your clit.  It’s all it takes and you throw your head back with a cry as your orgasm takes you over.
He keeps thrusting, moving a little faster as he chases his own release, and with a hard jerk of his hips and a low moan he comes inside you, his cock pulsing with his release.
The two of you stay connected as you both come down from your orgasm highs.  He slips from within you and rolls over, disposing of the condom.  When he lays back down, you curl into his side and he looks down at you.
“That was worth the wait,” you say, looking up into the blue of his eyes.
He smiles and leans in toward you.  “Yeah, it was,” he says, just before his lips touch yours.
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Things move forward with Steve well - the dates you go on start to become more domestic.  You’re spending more and more time at each other’s place.  The sex is amazing.  You can even feel those three little words sitting right on the tip of your tongue and you’re just trying to make sure what you felt was actually love and not that new relationship infatuation that ends up dying off as soon as the shine comes off.
It’s nice, and you could picture a future together.  Maybe it wouldn’t be the 2.3 kids, dog, and white picket fence kind, but at this stage, you’re open for just about anything the future brings.
Then Steve is called away on a mission.
It isn’t the first mission he has gone on since you started seeing him - not by a long shot.  But this is the first one you really find out what being in a relationship with an Avenger is like.
He goes with almost no warning, meaning you have to cancel the date you had that night.  That isn’t so bad, but then you don’t hear from him for almost a month.  There is no word about whether he’s safe or not.  You don’t know if he’s alive or dead and there is no one you can ask.  You just have to sit at home and wait for him and hope that he’s coming back safely not knowing when you give up and accept that he’ll never come home or not.
It’s emotionally taxing, to say the least.  You spend weeks in a state stuck halfway between grief and hopefulness.  You barely sleep.  You stop being able to eat.  The whole time you just keep telling yourself that he’ll be coming home to you safe and sound while also totally believing that there is no way that can possibly happen.
It’s just shy of a month when you get a phone call.
“Hey, honey,” his voice comes through the receiver sounding crackly and far off, but even still, you can hear the exhaustion.
“Steve?”  You say, your voice cracking.  You can feel the tears threatening from the relief and slight disbelief of hearing him again.
“I’m safe,” he says.   “I’m sorry it’s been so long.  I know you must have worried…”
“I thought - I thought…” you stutter, not wanting to say the word ‘dead’ but it trying to push its way out anyway.  “Are you okay?”
“Tired.  I’m on my way back now.  I’ll have to debrief and I’ll need a shower and to see the medics, but I should be able to get to you at around nine,” he said.  “That is if you’re willing to see me.”
“Yes, of course,” you say quickly.  “Will you be hungry?  I can cook.”
“That would be really nice,” Steve says.  “But don’t put yourself out.  I just want to see you.”
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You spend the day getting ready for Steve.  Mostly that just involves you pacing around your home as you try and keep your nerves under control, but you do get dressed up for him and cook a selection of food that you know he’ll enjoy.  Simple little appetizers and bite-sized morsels that he can eat easily, but every one of them of the comfort food variety.  Deep-fried mac and cheese balls, sliders, tomato bisque, and grilled cheese, and mini shepherd's pie pot pies.  It’s overkill, but cooking helps keep your mind busy.
He shows up a little after 9.30 that night, looking a little beaten up and extremely exhausted.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says softly, holding his arms open to you as he stands in the doorway.
You melt into his embrace, all the stress, and fear you’d been holding in releasing at once as you start to sob against him.  “I was so scared.”
“I’m so sorry,” he says gently, rubbing your back in soothing circles.  “I know it can’t be easy.  If I could have sent word back I would have.”
“I know,” you say and shake your head, pulling back and taking his hands.  “Come in.  You must be so tired.  I cooked.”
He follows you and sits where you put him, complying with your wishes like he’s trying to not upset you more.  You bring out a tray with all the different things you made on it and place it on the table.  You go to get some drinks but Steve takes your hand and pulls you down into his lap.
“This looks really good, thank you,” he says gently.  “Talk to me, honey.”
“I just - it was so long.  I didn’t know what to do.  There was no one I could talk to.  No way I could check to see how you were.  I didn’t know if you were alive or dead.  I didn’t know how long to wait for you,” you say, snuggling into him.
“Well, if it’s any consultation, I’m really glad you did wait for me,” he says, holding you close.
“What happens next time?”  You say.  “When you’re gone and it’s for longer and I don’t know what’s happened?  How long do I wait?  When do I start mourning you?  What happens if there are children?”
Steve holds you close, wrapping you in his large arms.  “I don’t know, sweetheart.  I don’t know if I can ever reasonably answer those questions.  But I know this; I love you.  I love you and I want to be with you.  But more than that, I want you to be happy.  If this is too much for you to deal with, I get it.  I understand.  But if you think you’re strong enough, I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re happy every moment we have together.”
You start crying and bury your face in his chest, your heart hammering.  He loves you and maybe you might love him too but is this all too much for you?
You are strong.  Tell him you love him and that you want to try and have a life together.
You aren’t strong enough to date him.  Tell him it’s over.
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