#steve rogers retiring | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

There were a total of 171.5 billion posts on Tumblr in 2019.

#steve rogers retiring

sad-trash-hobo · 1 month

Text

I love Steve Rogers as Captain America. I love Sam Wilson as Captain America. I dont want Steve Rogers to still be Captain America because I want Sam Wilson to be Cap. I just want Steve to still be there as Sam is Captain America. Them exiting Steve when Sam got cap, and leaving Bucky was just so out of character, and I can understand him getting out of the job. Retiring. But the way they did it, that Steve went back in time, and got old, and changed Peggy's timeline. I know we've all said it, but it's still so wrong and it just makes me sad. I remember a post saying that for the falcon and winter soldier show they should have Sam or Bucky calling Steve and it just showing Steve with his phone on silent at the movies, or taking water color classes, and what was so wrong with that? Why does a character ending have to be so permanent. Why does a character leaving mean they have to die or be so old that conspiracies get written that he's on the moon. I dont miss Steve as Cap, I just miss Steve.

#steve rogers #captain america #sam wilson #falcon #the falcon #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel #steve rogers retiring

78 notes · View notes

aparticularbandit · 2 years

Text

Okay, but that post-credits scene brings up - like, we know Tony died in that fight with Thanos, but apparently they're telling everyone that STEVE DIED, TOO?

Y'all. No wonder the MCU's so messed up right now; your general person thinks they lost Tony AND Steve.

#musings #mcu #captain america #steve rogers #she hulk #she-hulk #like #i know his being old means they'd have lost him anyway #but there's a difference between 'he died' and 'he retired' you know

590 notes · View notes

sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

Text

Modern Stucky and Howlies AU

The Fic:

What if when Steve came out of the ice, all the Howlies were still alive and living together in one retirement old folk's home? And Steve, having no connections with anybody in the modern world, spent tons of his free time visiting them and playing poker, sneaking them liquor, and just generally creating a headache for the semi-amused retirement home staff?

And Bucky is the care worker who grows to have a crush on Steve.

(**Bonus points if you name the Nursing Home "Shady Acres Care Home" , like where Loki stuck his father in Thor: Ragnarok)

#stucky #stucky au #howling commandos #howlies #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #modern au #shrunkyclunks #retirement home #meet cute #steve rogers x bucky barnes #fic ideas #adoptables #fic adoptables #plot bunny #fic inspo #fanfic inspiration

53 notes · View notes

racheld93 · 2 years

Text

Headcanon that the gov altered the footage that showed the inside of Steve's compass.

In the original footage the picture was of Steve, Sarah, and Bucky before she got sick. It was the last birthday he had with his mom and it was one of the only pictures he had with his two most important people just with him.

The compass is the first thing Steve gets back from Shield and he's never apart from it. Not until the love of his life comes back and then decides to go back into cryo. Its then that Bucky holds onto it for him, for luck and safety.

Bucky argued that Steve would need it more but Steve won the argument simply by saying, "I'm not going anywhere, not without you."

And he doesn't.

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #steve x bucky #bucky with the good hair #bearded steve #stucky in wakanda #having a lot of retired and married in Wakanda stucky feels today #steve's compass #anti steggy #anti peggy carter #steve: *pointing at the footage in the museum* that's not my compass wtf #my thoughts #with love r

210 notes · View notes

leennaan · 1 year

Text

A/N this is not my art I got it from pinterest all cred to the artist

A/N also posted on my Wattpad: @ leennaan

I am sorry but this is not proofread

@curiousgalacticsoul here is your request. Sorry that it took me so long but some stuff happend. But anyways here it is:

Endgame's battle of Earth is done, Nat's alive. Now romanogers can finally retire from superhero life and life a peaceful life, maybe near pepperony's home

Today was the 15th of June 2024.

Almost one year after the war against Thanos.

It was one of the most scary days in Steve’s life and at the same time one of the best.

If somebody had told him a year ago that they would win and get everybody back he wouldn’t have believed it.

But here he was, standing in front of a big window looking over the big garden they shared with Tony and Pepper. A long table was standing in front of the Stark house. He could see Pepper decorating the table. Tony was running around with little Morgan, his arm better but still not fully functional. He smiled while watching the small family outside, preparing for Morgan’s Birthday-Party.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted his train of thoughts.

“Steve?! Are you ready? Pepper is probably already waiting for us.”

He smiled as soon as he heard the voice. Natasha was standing in the door, arms crossed and a small smile on her lips.

Every time he looked at her, he couldn’t believe that she was really there.

The few hours he believed she was dead, were the worst of his life.

The moment she walked out of one of Stranges portals, with her signature smirk, would be forever burned into his brain. The relief he felt when she hugged him, after they won, when he could feel that she was truly there and not just an imagination of his brain.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Natasha was now standing directly in front of him, her arms wrapped around his shoulder.

“Just how lucky I am to be standing here today, with you by my side. All our friends joining us today to celebrate Morgan’s sixth birthday. I love you, Nat.”

He bent down and connected their lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too. Now common, we really need to get going.”

Together they walked outside and then the short path over to Peppers and Tony’s house. They greeted the small family and congratulated the little girl.

“Auntie Nat, Uncle Steve!

Look what Daddy got me! “ Morgan was running up to them with full speed, a little robot similar to Dum-E following her.

Steve and Natasha kneeled down to greet Morgan and to look at her new friend.

“Daddy says he had one just like me now. I named him Griffin, after Harry Potters House! Mommy let me watch the first one together with Peter last time he visited and I want to be in Gryffindor just like Harry.” Rambled Morgan.

She looked cute like that.

“He looks really nice! Griffin is such a good name for your little friend!” Sayed Natasha while she hugged the girl. Griffin standing next to them watching their interaction.

“Uhh I really enjoyed watching Harry Potter when I watched it with Nat. Next time you visited we should watch the second Movie if your Mother allows.”

“Oh yay! Can we? I am going to ask Mummy right away!”

And before either of the two adults could say anything else, Morgan was running away on her search for her Mother.

Steve stood up from his crouching position and held out his hand to help Nat up.

“Come on, let’s great the others.”

While the couple chatted with the birthday girl, some of the others arrived.

Wanda and Vision where standing with Pepper, a big wrapped box in Wandas hands. Morgan was running up to them happy, to see another aunt and kind of uncle of hers.

Clint, Laura and the kids had just arrived and where now walking the path down to them. “Auntie Nat! Uncle Steve! I missed you sooo sooo much!” Nathaniel was the first who spotted them and flung himself into Steve’s arms, who catched him and hoisted him up on his hip.

“We missed you too buddy! How is school? You have to tell me everything!”

While they talked almost everyone else arrived and the birthday party was in full swing.

Around noon it was time for the cake. Everyone was seated around the table, talking and having fun.

Steve had his arm slung around Natasha’s shoulders, while she was talking to Wanda.

He was so happy, that everything turned out like this. That they could be sitting here together as one big family, celebrating Morgan’s Birthday and just enjoying life. But his thoughts were interrupted by a long whistle and Natasha’s head snapped around, whistling back almost immediately. When he looked up to Natasha’s and his house he could make out a small person, who he knew was Yelena, Natasha’s sister.

Natasha had told him about her in the five years of the blip and after they brought everyone back Natasha had tried to contact her for ages, but no luck. Turned out, someone had told Yelena that Natasha had died while fighting against Thanos and she had gone rought. Trying to find the one she thought was responsible for her death. Long story short around the Easter holidays Clint was visiting New York with his kids and Yelena found him, they fought and Clint told her what really happened and afterwards Yelena and Natasha reconnected again.

Natasha had stood up and was now walking towards Yelena, who he now saw wasn’t standing alone. Another woman was standing next to her, taller than Yelena but he couldn’t say who it was.

When they arrived at the table everyone was joyful to see Yelena again. And while everyone greeted the her the other woman was standing next to Clint and his family greeting them and talking to them. “Everyone, may I Introduce you to the new Hawkeye! This is Kate we met while I was in New York, I helped her with some problems and she helped me with Yelena over here!”

“Hey! She did not help you! She was trying to fight me with Hot sauce!”

“Come one Yel. We said we wouldn’t talk about it. Anyways. Hey everyone I am Kate. Kate Bishop. Big fan of you guys. Nice to meet you all.”

It was good to see, that eventho the original Avengers we’re slowly retiring, someone else was brave enough to stand up and do the work.

Steve and Natasha had agreed to stop with the avenging and while he had given Sam the Shield, Natasha had a long talk with Yelena and she agreed to step into her sisters shoes, at least for know.

So now they were sitting all together, new and old generation and just talking about the good things in life.

He jumped a bit when ge heard Nat whispering in his ear. “You are thinking really loud.”

He had to chuckle before he answers her. “ Just thinking about how lucky we are. How lucky I am to have this family. That I have you by my side. I Love you Nat.” The smile that she gave him was a real one. One he saw more and more since they retired. “I love you too, Steve. I am so happy to be here with all of you, and especially you.”

When he leaned in to kiss her. He heard none other than Tony wolf whistle. “Get a room you too.”

Yeah. They were lucky to have this. Family.

All was Well.

47 notes · View notes

marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years

Text

The Dancing Statue

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

This is for @supraveng 500 Followers Challenge!! Congratulations bb!!

Rules - There are no rules!

Challenge - Pick a title from the list below and write it about your favorite character or real person!

My Prompt Choice - The Dancing Statue with Steve Rogers

I’ve had this ready for a whole month and forgot to post it because it was in my drafts! Ah! Anyway here it is hope you enjoy :) this was REALLY fun to write and I had a different idea for it in the beginning but i just went with it lol :))

Warnings: just fluff

You loved museums. Any museum really.

It started when you were a kid, your father would take you to the museum every weekend since it was only $3 for him to get in and kids were free. It didn’t matter that you could only go to the museum because money was tight, it was always a blast and your dad would make it fun every time.

It’s started being where you would want to go for all of your birthdays or when you would have a hard day at school. Museums became your solace. Your safe place.

So it only made since that you would find it even more comforting at night, when you were the only one there.

That started when you were in college. You got into Juilliard on a complete scholarship for ballet. They only give one full ride per year for ballet and the pressure you felt having to keep up, stay on top, was monumental. You knew you would never be able to attend without it, which just added to the pressure.

You had made friends with the night security guard at the Museum of Natural History one night when he caught you crying on the steps after a hard rehearsal. You didn’t even remember going to the museum, it was like your mind knew it needed somewhere to relax. To recharge.

And that’s exactly what you did with Barry. He let you walk around with him as you unloaded how stressful your first few months in New York had been. He let you complain about the workload and how overwhelmed you felt being so far from everything you had known for the first time in your life. He let you talk about how much you missed your dad, how you knew you wouldn’t get to see him for awhile since there wasn’t enough money for him to visit or for you to go home during breaks.

Barry said you reminded him of his own daughter, and he let you come back after that night. He even told the other guards to let you in if he wasn’t on patrol. Sometimes he would walk around and chat with you and other nights he would let you go on your own.

You’re not entirely sure when you started using the hallways to practice, but it was a few weeks later. You would dance in front of the paintings or statues or artifacts. Practice until you got it right. But unlike the stage or studio, you didn’t feel that overwhelming stress, all you felt was peace.

You’re positive it’s what got you through college.

When you got the call confirming your spot in the Washington Ballet, Barry and his wife were the second people you called, your dad being the first. They were all ecstatic for you and Barry put in a call that night with a friend that did security in DC.

That’s how you got here, dancing barefoot along the stone floors of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, a mixture of the soft patter of your feet and the velvet like melody of the music playing through the speaker of your phone, where it lays against the wall, fills the empty air around you.

You had maybe been here an hour or so, not nearly as long as usual, but for some reason the dance felt off. You felt like your steps and the music didn’t align. Your feet were dancing alone while it seemed the music was almost calling out for a partner, longing for one of the statues around you to come alive and sweep you off your feet.

Of course, dancing in front of the Captain America exhibit, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself about that idea.

Who wouldn’t want one of these hero’s on the wall to sweep them off their feet?

Not that you’re someone that goes for the muscled up hunk types, you’ve always liked the art nerds more, but everyone can appreciate a man in uniform once in awhile.

Shaking your head you try to refocus on the beat as it starts over again, taking a refreshing breath before going into your count. You get halfway through this time before you step out and have to stop.

Your just about to step back in when you hear clapping behind you, making you swivel around with wide eyes.

“Uh, sorry— I just— that was really good. Felt like I should clap or something.” The real life statue of a man says when he meets your panicked gaze.

You were expecting one of the guards to have been making their rounds over here or something, not for the picture on the wall to actually come to life.

Are you hallucinating? Have you been dancing longer than you thought?

Maybe you accidentally fell and hit your head and now you’re in some sort of weird hypnotic dream.

Instead of saying something normal like, Thank you kind stranger that’s not really a stranger because I used to see you on the news all the time except for those few years your face was scattered on wanted posters, you went with the option that made you internally wince,

“Museums closed.”

Smooth, really, because obviously he knows the museums closed. He is fully aware there shouldn’t be anyone else here and yet, here you are, practicing your piece in front of his monument.

Truthfully, he should be the one to tell you the museums closed. Perhaps he’s taken up night guarding after he retired from avenging and he’s here to kick you out.

Though, the other guards never mentioned anything. And surely he wouldn’t have clapped if he was just going to throw you out on your ass.

“I-I know.” He stumbles over his words, as if he’s the one that should be nervous in this situation, “Sorry, I just heard the music and… You’re really good.” “Thanks.” You mumble, and now its your turn to be bashful. Of course, you've heard compliments bout your dancing all your life, but theres something so, genuine, about the blonde comment that you can’t help but be flustered about it.

He takes a tentative step towards you, reaching his hand out as his next step is more confident, “Steve Rogers.”

And you want to laugh at that, because you both are aware you already know his name, or you should, considering you’re dancing in front of his monument. You take his hand, introducing yourself with only a slight waver to your voice due to the shock you feel radiate up your arm at the contact. It takes all of your control not to become even more embarrassed, but when you look up to his bewildered face, you theorize that perhaps you weren't the only one that felt it.

Regardless, you drop his hand and find your focus looking anywhere but him. The silence that now radiates is palpable and awkward, only broken when Steve clears his throat, “Do you only dance in dark museum hallways?”

His words have the desire effect, minimizing the tensioned air that had settled around you both and brings a laugh from your lips, “Uh, no, no— just when I need to clear my head.” “Guess we have that in common.”

You look up at him at that, your turn to joke with a raised brow, “You dance in museum hallways when you need to clear your head?” And the laugh that now leaves his lips runs through you like fresh air, comforting a piece of you, you didn't even know needed comforting, “Never tried that, no. I usually stick to just walking around them. Are you a dancer?”

“I dance for the Washington Ballet.”

Steve sends you a friendly smile, his hands tucking themselves into his jean pockets, “I uh, I’ll let you continue practicing then. I’m sure you have a big show or, something, that you’re getting ready for.” His smile is shy as he backs away, “It was really nice to meet you.”

And you almost want to stop him, this is his area of the museum, technically, but before you can, he’s gone, and with how your brain is working tonight, you’re not entirely sure he was there to begin with.

Am I going crazy?

Shaking your head, you reset the music and practice for a few more hours before your feet finally have had enough, and you retire home. By the next morning, you’ve forgotten all about the encounter the night before. Another week of practice and a few more nights at the museum, without anymore special appearances from real life statues, and your show goes off without a hitch, another one soon taking it’s place.

That’s how you find yourself in the same place a month later, practicing your steps in front of the Captain America Monument. Usually, you didn't care where you practiced, choosing a new place in the museum every time. But since that night, the one where you weren't sure if you were hallucinating or not, your body has either consciously or unconsciously bringing you back to this spot to dance. You try not to read too much into that, just like you try not to read into the ghost of his hand in yours, the way your arm still feels the rush of the shock, almost as if it’s holding onto the warmth it received.

You practiced for hours, at least, but much like that night, the song feels off. Your steps feel off. Everything feels off. And it makes you want to scream out in frustration. Instead of doing that though, you look up at the picture of the blonde adonis of a man you can’t seem to shake out of your head, blaming him for how thrown off you seem to be, and mumbling a, “Stupid Captain America.”

“Wow, what’d I ever do to you, doll?” Comes from behind you, and the deja vu you get turning around with wide eyes and a racing heart is comical, the only difference being this time Steve is leaning up against the concrete slab with a smirk on his face.

“Oh my god.”

Thankfully, Steve doesn't seem upset at your earlier comment, nor does he acknowledge your shock. Instead, he pushes off the wall, hands in his pockets as he walks towards you. His smirk turning more into a reserved smile, “I saw your show.” The shock on your face stays the same, along with your pounding heart, “What? You did?” “It was really good.” He nods, standing in front of you now. You stare at him, surprise still on your face, reeling at the news he actually watched your show, but with some confusion too, he doesn't seem like the type of man to go see a show, “Why were you at a ballet show?” The small blush that settles itself on his neck and cheeks is so endearing it almost makes you want to melt at the sight, “I uh— I sorta, looked your name up after we met.” And you do melt at that, especially when he rubs the back of his neck and looks anywhere but right at your eyes, “I just thought— you’re dancing was so beautiful that night— I wanted to see the whole thing.”

And now it’s your turn to be flustered, again, because it seems to be the only emotion he brings out of you, mostly by his words and the way he peaks at you through his lashes. The blue of his eyes is mesmerizing, like looking at the stars in the night sky, something the pictures of him don't bring to justice, and you find yourself wanting to stare at them longer.

“That’s,” You shake your head, a small smile gracing your features, “Thank you. That’s really sweet.”

“Yeah.” A small smile of his own on his face as he nods. He looks over to where your phone lays, still playing the music, “Are you practicing something new?” “Yeah.” You nod, explaining the new show that will be happening in a few weeks, “Its— I’m just struggling a bit with the steps.” “Need any help?” Steve questions, and at the questioning tilt of your head, he explains himself, “Just, I could uh, tell you what I think. If you want. I don;t know a whole lot about dance, but, I’m sure a second option could help.” “Sure.” You grin, the acceptance coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, not that you would. Having the retired soldiers undivided attention on you sends a sort of rush through your body and brings a whole new set of butterflies you haven't had since the first time you danced on stage. Stage fright is not something you’ve experienced since you were little, and you find you try and hype yourself up in your mind as you restart the music. But at the reassuring smile Steve sends you as he sits on the bench in front of his statue, takes all of your worry away. He’s already seen me dance, what do I have to be worried about?

This started a new tradition. You and Steve would meet up 3 nights a week. You, practicing through your steps, Steve, telling you his honest opinions. They were mostly praise, but after the 5th time of you reprimanding him, telling him you need the constructive criticism too, if you are to be at your best, and promising you wont take it as anything but him helping you, he started handing it out as well. Though, still far less than his compliments.

4 months later, this weird dynamic you and the former avenger have built becomes the thing you look forward to the most. Steve does to, he told you that, rather self consciously, one night. You both had shared stories in-between breaks which turned into confiding in one another. It became part of the routine to talk about anything and everything after that. There were even some nights you never even got around to dancing, too busy walking around and the dark museum and talking.

Like tonight, “I never ran so fast in my laugh.” Steve’s laugh echoes down the quiet corridor as you both walk side by side, “My ma was so mad at us. Bucky was banned from coming over for a whole 2 days.” You shake your head at the story, imagining young Steve and Bucky terrorizing his poor mom with the ‘’pet frogs’’ they decided to catch and bring into the house, “Did you have to bring so many in?” Steve’s grin as he looks down at you is infectious, “We couldn’t catch one and leave the rest! They were family.” “Still,” You laugh, “13 frogs in your house?! You’re luck Bucky was only banned for 2 days. If it was me, he’d be banned for life.”

“Nah, my ma loved him too much for that.” Steve rejects that idea with a wave of his hand. You both flow into comfortable silence after that, only your steps making noise as you walk around.

Steve looks down at you again after a few minutes, “You don’t need to practice tonight?” With a shake of your head you reply, “The next show is a duet. Hard to practice without my partner here.” He nods a few times, mind no doubt thinking about something, silence resuming as your walk seems to take you back to where you both first met. A question that has been burning on the back of your tongue for months now comes to the surface. You usually try and stay away from the topic of his heroism unless he brings it up himself, never wanting to over step, but you can’t stop yourself tonight, “Why were you here? That night we met?” If he’s shocked by your question, his face doesn't show it. His gaze observing the memorial in front of him. His memorial. “Sometimes, I like to come here and just… Sit. I guess. Reminisce on everything.” He shrugs a shoulder, his eyes going over the pictures of his old unit.

You lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, how isolated he must have felt waking up from the ice alone, all his friends gone, is chilling. No pun intended.

Granted, that was years ago, and he did get one of those friends back a couple years ago, and then went on the run, and then got pardoned when he saved the world, again, but those haunted times must still bother him some nights. You imagine someone doesn’t really move on fully from something like that.

He finally tears his gaze away, looking down at you. He reaches up with his other hand and places it over yours, giving it a squeeze. You expect, like the other times you comforted him like this, for him to let go after, both of your arms dropping to your sides. But he doesn’t. Instead, he searches your face for something, slowly dragging your hand down his arm until he switches hands, holding yours firmly now, linking his fingers through yours.

You try to keep your breathing normal, but by the way his thumb runs over your pulse point, you know he can tell how fast your heart is beating.

“I can help you practice.” He whispers and you find yourself watching his lips as he does. “What?”

He steps closer, taking your other hand and placing it on his shoulder, before grabbing your hip, “You said you needed a parter, right?” You find yourself smiling as he slowly starts to lead you in a dance. He doesn't seem to care that there isn't any music and neither do you. You do however raise a brow at him, “This doesn't seem to be ballet.” “I don’t know how to dance ballet.” He shakes his head, his lips pulling up at the corners, his grip on you tightening just a little as he pulls you closer, your noses brushing against each other, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You whisper out, staring into his eyes that hold so much warmth and affection. Affection you know mirrors in your eyes, growing the longer you spend time with him. “Is this okay with you?” And Steve knows you mean it genuinely. He’s told you the story about the promised dance he didn't get to keep. How, even when he was able to go back, to finally have the dance, he knew then he hadn't found his partner, and returned to wait for the right one again. The breath he releases as his eyes close, forehead resting against yours, is one full of relief and peace, “Yeah. It’s perfect.”

And you realizes then, quite startlingly, that your solace, the place that has always been the museum hallways, has shifted to the man now holding you in his arms. But you find it hard to care as his lips gently mold against yours, before pulling back and continuing to lead you in a dance that you’re sure makes all the statues in the museum wish they could come to life and enjoy.

Too bad that sort of magic only happens once in a life time.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers fluff #Steve Rogers x female reader #marvel au #marvel fanfic #steve rogers one shot #steve Rogers is retired #and lives in dc again #instead of New York #cause I want it that way #steve Rogers doesn’t go back in time in this #he stays #because that ending was stupid #that’s my opinion #you don’t have to like it #supravenghit500

129 notes · View notes

pandagirl45 · 1 year

Text

Steve during the Civil war: Tony are you with us-

Tony: *flipping off them and the government* I'm retiring bitches!! *walks away*

Steve:...o-o

[Three weeks later]

Rhodey: how is retirement?

Tony: hilarious, third letter from the world government and that cell from steve

Rhodey: and

Tony: oh the winter soldier thing, I got mad, punch some hole in the walls

Rhodey: *stares at a winter soldier sleeping on a lounge chair in the sun*...

Tony: he likes the beach, found him and carried him back

Rhodey: so... you retired from the community and went full vigilante using the paycheck pepper pays you for your job to fund it

Tony: ain't it nice?

Rhodey: diabolical, the government and Steve especially are trying to... fuck it I'm retiring

Tony: ayo! *put his hand up*

#tony stark #slight winteriron #winteriron #bucky barnes #james rhodey rhodes #steve rogers #what if tony just retired as a hero #and went fill vigilante mode #i think it would hilarious

22 notes · View notes

gay-jewish-bucky · 2 years

Text

nomad movie to close out chris evans' 9 movie contract with marvel > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > whatever the fuck endg*me was

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #nomad #should have ended with him retiring in the present

56 notes · View notes

mslaevateinn · 2 months

Text

Painting in Wakanda

During a visit to the Wakandan royal family, Steve decides to paint outside, inspired by the beauty of the land and its flowers.

Come check out the series this little scene is taken from, on AO3!

#resurrect stucky day #Stucky #moodboard #Laevateinn #phew has it been so long since I made anything?#retired Stucky #not endgame compliant #basically the series ignores endgame's ending and everything else that came after #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #HB Buck!

3 notes · View notes

introspectivememories · 2 years

Text

girl, what the fuck are you talking about "steve went back in time to live with a girl he kissed once thereby abandoning his best friend sam and love of his life, bucky, who he spent all three of his movies proving his devotion to bucky and implies that steve can only find rest in the arms of a woman and that rest can only be found in the 1950s instead of idfk giving up the shield, going to therapy, and attending an art class."? you sound insane.

steve and bucky are raising goats in wakanda. bucky has an fruit orchard and sells his goat milk/cheese/hair and fruit at the market every friday and saturday. steve is enrolled in the local community college and is working towards an art degree. every thursday he heads down to the dojo and gets his ass kicked. it's the most fun he's had in years. once a month, they head over to the palace to have lunch/dinner with t'challa, shuri, and the dora milaje. steve will show off his new moves and the dora milaje will tell him what he got wrong. t'challa and bucky will fight because it's nice to have an opponent you don't have to worry about hurting too badly. shuri will test out her new inventions while bucky trails behind her excitedly asking questions. then she will drag them all shopping. apparently, steve and bucky dress like geriatric old men and "it's embarrassing that men of your caliber cannot put on clothes that flatter your body shapes." ayo and bucky catch up every week. okoye and steve drink tea together. t'challa, steve, and bucky watch shitty wakandan reality tv together (think love island, wakanda edition). they both are super intimidated and in awe of nakia. she thinks it's hilarious that they're a little scared of her. sam comes by once a month and they cannot talk to each other without blushing, much to the amusement of everyone around them. shuri, steve, and bucky watch high fanatasy shows together. they learn xhosa. and yeah, maybe 3 times out of the week they wake up with a nightmare but they have each other and they are so in love. "we deserve a soft epilogue, my dear" indeed.

#im sorry but steve and bucky deserved to retire peacefully in wakanda #raising goats or whatever #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #shuri #t'challa #okoye #ayo #sam wilson #stucky #comic.rambles #nakia

40 notes · View notes

ladysif8 · 7 months

Text