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[vintagecaptain]

OPEN RP POST
Director Rogers AU | Civil War AU

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code bases by tricklet

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for Clint (cognitive_recalibration)

[vintagecaptain]

[ from here ]

"If you start to get tired, just let me know." Steve hefts the mat onto the floor and spreads it out. He makes sure there's plenty of room for dynamic poses. He's studied the way Clint fights and it's very acrobatic. He's pretty sure this will lead to some intense poses.

The thanks is shrugged off. It's a little thing he can do for a friend, something he did anyway because he drew little doodles like that often. "The stuff from before the ice is worth the most. If you're curious. Especially the art school stuff Howard... I guess Tony has."

It's the only stuff in circulation since Steve doesn't sell his art these days. The world has enough of him. He's keeping the art for himself. Unless he's giving it away to teammates and friends.

Scars are scars. Steve doesn't even seem bothered. Before the serum he had a few himself. He's not going to ask for details.

"Charcoal pencil." He picks up his sketchbook and a little pencil bag from the floor. "It's what I prefer to sketch in. That one was done with a bunch of standard pencils. They were all I could get in the field. I did that one in France during the war. There are a lot of forests in France."

Steve sits right down on the floor, crosses his legs, and flips his sketchbook to a fresh page. "If you want to stretch first, go ahead. When you're ready pick a pose you can hold for awhile. And just tell me when you need a break."

[cognitive_recalibration]

“Why does Tony have all the cool stuff? Jeez.”

Clint decided to refrain from asking about the War. Captain America stuff is for people outside their group and missions. This is a time when neither is in effect. And he’d meant what he said earlier. Steve is more interesting than Cap any day.

Stretching is a pretty good idea, one Clint had been trying to decide on. Stretch or get another chip? Damn why are some choices so hard?

He has exactly zero shame for his body. It’s a tool, it works for him and he takes care of it despite all of the surface level damage. He’s skilled but he’s not a superhero and he’s rarely been main character material enough for plot armor. He gets hurt in fights. He’s a normal guy under the discipline and the training. The scars prove that more than anything else.

Clint stretches the way he always does. He’s more like a dancer or a gymnast than a boxer during his routine. His shoulders and the line of his back are muscled leanly, showing off balance as much as strength. He finishes off with some tumbles just to really limber up (and make use of the mats).

Five minutes of light exercise helps to define his muscles and he shakes out from flexing before padding over the bright blue mats in bare feet to fetch his bow.

“You want my back right?” Clint makes some exaggerated movement with his arms to really make his muscles stand out before he brings up his bow and makes a long, slow drawing motion back on the string while his feet slide apart and his knees bend until he’s down on one of them with the other held straight to the side. “This is how they train you to keep the strong taut. You just hold this for half an hour.”

[vintagecaptain]

"Probably because he has a lot of money." Steve shrugs.

Howard was a friend during the war but he wouldn't have said they were close. Mostly, Howard made cool things for Steve and occasionally got in the way while they were on missions because he didn't give a fuck about regulations either. Not a bad guy so his memories are a lot fonder than Tony's.

They don't talk about Howard for a reason.

While Clint warms up Steve also warms up by doing a few quick sketches, seeing if he can capture the general shape of Clint as he stretches, just to get himself loose and ready.

"Yeah, back and shoulders." Steve glances up while Clint gets into position. "You've got a very different muscle structure than say Thor. He's got more mass built for raw strength. You're strong but the muscles are less bulky, more fluid if that makes sense."

It makes sense to the artist in Steve. He shifts around a little bit to make the angle and the shadows more interesting. "Tony's different too. I don't know if any of this matters to you."

He flips to a new page and this time his sketching is more deliberate. Rough shapes first but he sketches with intent. "I figure your skill with the bow and acrobatics is why you're good with the shield when the others aren't."

Chapter II

[cognitive_recalibration]

The plate went over as well as Clint could have expected. He’d been watching the area since just after eight the next morning, hidden behind a target, laying flat on his belly on a support beam being held up by some vertical stantions. As expected, Tony strolled in to do some cardio for his heart and spotted the plate just where Clint left it.

“BARTON!”

There’s no better way to start the day. Tony calls for an exterminator and some staff to come and clean up the place, does his work out to heavy metal music, and then leaves.

Clint is still hanging around high above the gym floor when his phone buzzes. It’s just a notification that Natasha is back on the grid and while he wants to talk to her, it’s nearly time for his appointment with Steve. He wants to try to be normal about it and talking things through with Nat is just going to get him riled up. So, he sends her a few emojis that only she will understand the combination of and gets to his feet to give the aerial system a test. It’s been awhile and he doesn’t want to look like an idiot when the blond arrives.

He’ll be swinging by his legs, back and forth, when the elevator dings, arms just hanging limp, a full two stories up in the air as if it’s normal to do so.

[vintagecaptain]

Steve got an earful from Tony over breakfast about the plate and Barton. He listened very patiently and let Tony get it out. It's just part of the routine. Tony will save about it but he also puts the plate in the dishwasher and started planning his revenge. He really doesn't understand the rules of this game.

He is perfectly on time when he gets to the gym and like Clint said he's got on a tight athletic shirt and tight running shorts. He also has the fingerless gloves he uses in the field because they're the only gloves he owns.

When he walks in he looks up and waves at Clint. "You want me to join you up there?"

Steve looks around, already planning his way up.

Chapter III

[cognitive_recalibration]

No one is surprised when their favorite archer disappears for awhile. Clint Barton just does that. They all do. Tony has fits of wanderlust or manic experimentation schedules. Thor has any number of alien prince duties. Natasha has a secret life that SHIELD keeps secret. Bruce needs the quiet, the time to reflect. Even Steve sometimes finds himself paired with one of the STRIKE teams when the job doesn’t need the brute force of all of the Avengers.

The timing, of course, of Clint’s rough and tumble, affectionate, silent Alley Cat self is a little suspicious to two of the people that periodically reside in the Tower. If Natasha knows where he went, she’s not saying. Not to Steve at least.

Nearly two weeks pass with Barton just a series of half finished sketches in Steve’s life with a text rolls in around midnight from Clint’s phone. This one has nothing to do with cookbooks.

On a scale of one to oh no that’s bad, RIP, how bad is this?

It’s followed by a smeared, blurry, far too close selfie of a gunshot wound.

[vintagecaptain]

Steve was up and out of his seat calling the Avengers to assemble before he even sent a response.

Where are you?

The Tower came to life, everyone coming together to find out what the crisis was. Steve tossed the phone to Natasha first so she could see and assess the damage. He wasn't a trained medic. It looked bad enough that the team needed to move fast.

Tony got Jarvis to work tracing the signal. Bruce ran for his medical bag. Steve picked up the shield though none of them were taking the time to properly suit up. They would handle that on the jet once it was in the air.

Team inbound. Keep pressure on it and hang on. We're coming Clint.

As if there was any other call to make. Any questions he had about what happened. How did he get hurt. What the hell was he thinking. That could all wait for when they had Clint safe and secure.

A small part of Steve was kicking himself for not checking in sooner but Clint had made it very obvious that he didn't want anyone around for awhile. He had gone to ground and Steve knew it was partially his fault. Poking at him had felt like an invasion of the space he needed. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

For Tony (hottestofmesses)

[vintagecaptain]

[ from here. ]

It's not very long after Steve gets the text message that he calls Tony. God, he is not helping Tony stay on task and focus on the important work he does but it's also been a rush sending him... well they're not dirty pictures but they're definitely not ones Steve would like shared with the general public. There's also something about Tony's intense desire for him that makes Steve want to tease and push and see just how far he can take it before Tony snaps.

"Hello, Tony," he says and maybe to anyone else he would sound perfectly calm and in control but there's a subtle edge to his voice. There's a want there that's just under the surface. Steve is holding onto his control by a tight, tight leash.

However bad Tony wants him, it goes both ways. Steve would love to have him pressed against the wall right now, hands on his skin, and his voice right there against his ear. His imagination could never hold a candle to the real man.

[hottestofmesses]

It's immediate. He answers the phone immediately once Steve's name comes up on the screen. There's no need to hide how badly he wants him, he hasn't been this entire time. He wonders if this is flirting with disaster. The lab's locked down but he's not in one of his usual places. He's supposed to be out in the field working, even if it is for SI. Anyone could come around. Anyone could ask him for something. Hell, Pepper could even try to swing by to go over something with him.

Yet none of that pings on his radar as important. Steve is important. And so is just how badly he seems to need him in this exact moment.

"Hey, gorgeous," Tony by the same measure hides nothing at all. His tone is in that low, husky, intimate register right away. "You alone? Stuck in a green room somewhere? How'd your interview go?" But these questions one right after the other are all teasing.

[vintagecaptain]

Steve closes his eyes and lets Tony's voice wash over him. That sound triggers a heat to bloom low in his stomach. That voice means so many good things to him and his body is well trained on how to react to it.

"It got a little heated. Political questions. You know how tactful I am with those." That's part of the reason why he's calling Tony. Steve's riled up. He would've hit the gym or gone for a run before but all he really wants, what he craves is Tony and sex. It feels good and lets him get out a few things.

He runs his tongue over his lips. "I've got a few minutes before the PR person assigned to me checks to see if I've changed. Longer if she's trying to smooth over ruffled feathers."

Not much time but the door's locked and no one would dream of walking in on Captain America. Except the man on the other end of this call.

for Bucky (notworthallthis)

[vintagecaptain]

[ from here. ]

"Yeah, Bucky. I know." Steve nuzzles Bucky's neck. "Always got each other no matter what. Until the end of the line."

Like that would ever come though. They were together again in the future. If there was a higher power they agreed that Steve and Bucky belong together. One should never be without the other. It's deeply reassuring right now.

He draws back and kisses him, a little sloppy because he's drunk and relaxed and still not the best at kissing. More practice has helped but he's forgotten a lot because he's drunk.

"Mmm." He lays his head on Bucky's shoulder after. "Good."

If you didn’t I was planning on moving it when I got home 😂

[notworthallthis]

“Okay,” he mumbles softly into Steve’s hair, taking in a slow, steadying breath. At least some things never change.

He kisses him back lazily, smiling against his lips with a satisfied hum. “From womb to tomb, sweetheart,” he murmurs in Steve’s ear.

When Steve settles against his shoulder, Bucky reaches for the bottle for another swig.

Captcha is the devil!

[vintagecaptain]

He could fall asleep like this. Steve's very content snuggled up against Bucky. All that warm affection bubbling in his chest has a place to go now that he's got Bucky there with him.

"How are you feeling?" He slips his hand under the edge of Bucky's shirt and rubs his fingers over his skin. He likes touching. It fills him with a contented warmth.

And, even better, he knows Bucky likes it. Steve would do just about anything to make Bucky feel good. The world had been too cruel to Bucky. He should feel good all the time.

For Tony (ironypoisoned)

[vintagecaptain]

Steve hesitated outside Tony’s lab. He could hear the music from inside and knew the man was there. He had also asked Jarvis where Tony was before he had come down here. Now that he was faced with the door he started second guessing himself. Was this the right thing to do? Was it just going to hurt Tony? Hurt Bucky?

He closed his eyes tight for a second and pushed the fear back down. Those questions were good but he couldn’t let the fear stop him. Whatever the consequences were Steve had to accept them when they happened. If Tony turned on him, he wouldn’t let him hurt Bucky. If it hurt Tony he’d find some way to help with that.

All Steve knew for sure was that the weight of the folder in his hand felt as heavy as the shield.

Steve pushed the door open and got hit by a blast of music immediately. He winced a little at the volume. Luckily Jarvis was polite enough to turn it down for him.

“Thanks,” he said, smiling at the ceiling for a second.

“Tony,” Steve asked before the other man could start talking. “I want to show you something. Can you give me five minutes?”

They were better about working together now but not always great at it. Steve did try his best but Tony was very good at getting under his skin. He was pretty sure that this, what he was about to share, might break that. He hoped it wouldn’t. He hoped it might actually make them better.

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[unclesam]

Sam doesn't often sleep in. He rises early, has morning jogs and training to hit. You don't get to keep pace with actual super powered individuals without that kind of dedication. Some days, though... Some days he sleeps in. Today is one of those days. Like all other such days, the fault is unquestionable Steve's, who likes going on morning jogs with Sam, but seems to like getting a work out in just before bed and after getting up a lot better. As a result, there are days when Sam sleeps in because he's still deliciously tapped out from a long night with Steve that leaves him boneless and aching in the very, very best of ways.

Not that he's complaining - those later mornings come with their own rewards, too. And today, the first time a special treat is part of that package. When Sam comes to, he doesn't quite get what woke him at first. There's a smell in the air, of breakfast and fresh fruit and good coffee, but that's not it - he's started getting used to those, not in the sense that he takes it for granted or expects it, but in the sense that he no longer feels surprised that he gets breakfast in bed from the world's sweetest and most attentive boyfriend.

Sam can recommend this, by the way. Get yourself a ridiculously good hearted, ever so slightly old fashioned man, live your best life. He has no complaints on that front.

All that to say: Those scents aren't unusual anymore, so that's not what actively wakes him. Usually it would be strong arms and soft kisses that pull him out of the pillow for a sleep soft, warm, lazy morning.

It takes Sam an embarassing amount of time to register the tight, wet heat around his dick and - oh. Oh yeah, okay, that's what is brain was tripping over.

They'd talked about it, because of course Steve would never do something like this without checking in first - not to anyone, but especially not to a vet who even on his good days sometimes needs to warm up to a lot of physical contact, because he sometimes pulls back into himself like that. So yeah. They'd talked about this. And Sam hadn't turned it down, but had needed a while to think about it. He's not so plagued by nightmares anymore that he thinks it'll be an issue of tripping some latent, combat related PTSD in a weird way, no. He questions, for a bit of it, why Steve wants to do anything to his unconscious body. Sam's aware of the wide margin of kinks, and this one surprises him for Steve initially. For once he's smart and asks. The answer satisfies, and Sam remembers that he agreed to this - just this, for now. He's firmly established he doesn't immediately want to jump to anything heavier until he can be sure that he himself is in fact as comfortable with this as he suspects he'll be. But he's given permission for hands and mouth on his junk, and today seems to be the day Steve is cashing in on that.

And yeah. Yeah, Sam wasn't sure, but here and now, he gets the appeal. 'cause once his brain shifts from sleeping to waking enough to register the sensation, there's something so hopelessly warm and comfortable and good about it that Sam wonders why he never considered this before Steve asked. Goddamn. Does Steve Rogers have better ideas about sex than him?

.... no complaints, actually, Sam's on board, thank you very much.

For now, he gasps softly, keeps his eyes closed. Enjoys not looking, letting his body float in that strangely weightless space of not quite yet being fully awake, while Steve sucks him off.

"Steve..."

Voice still slightly raspy from the previous evening - Sam gives as good as he gets when it comes to head - Sam slightly arches his back, careful not to thrust up mindlessly, but letting Steve pull him into a soft moan.

[vintagecaptain]

Steve looks up the length of Sam's body. It's hard to smile with his mouth full but he manages something like it. He thinks about stopping and saying something cheeky like 'good morning' but then he'd have to take his mouth off Sam's cock which would be rude.

Sam's enjoying this.

He takes a hold of Sam's hips a little more firmly to keep control but relaxes his jaw. If Sam feels like fucking his mouth this morning. Since Sam let him do this Steve's ready and willing to give him anything.

There was something about Sam all soft and gorgeous in the mornings that made Steve's mouth water. He kept it to kisses and caresses for a long time but he wanted more after awhile. He wanted this to wake Sam with pleasure. Where he first heard of doing something like these Steve couldn't remember but it stuck with him.

Now, he has his fantasy come true because Sam's so good to him and lets him explore his sexual desires without judgement. He's so fucking lucky.

Steve sucks him harder now that he's awake. That intense focus of his now dedicated to getting Sam off.

for Bucky (notworthallthis)

[vintagecaptain]

"I don't understand why you're mad at me!"

Steve is ready to throw up his hands in frustration. Bucky is pissed at him. Yes, they're fugitives on the run. Yes, the entire damn world wants him arrested. Yes, he basically went to war with his found family. None of that mattered to Steve.

None of it mattered because Bucky was safe and not being used by Zemo.

That mattered more to Steve than anything else in the world. After all this time feeling like part of himself was missing, that there was a hole in his heart, he had Bucky at his side again and for that, Steve would burn the whole Avengers compound to the ground.

What part of that was hard for Bucky to wrap his head around?

[notworthallthis]

Everything happens in such a blur these days, it’s one whirlwind after another and it’s hard to catch a second just to breathe. His memories are still a mess, but he knows enough, remembers enough, to know this is just so typical Steve that it almost hurts.

“God, you had it, you know?” he huffs a soft scoff. “Maybe it wasn’t perfect, maybe it wasn’t what you thought it’d be, but- you had ‘em, Steve.”

Bucky drags his fingers through his hair and shakes his head, “You have these people, this- this mix-matched family and you’re just letting it go? Just throwing the life you built away…”

He thinks he knows the answer, but knowing and understanding aren’t the same. And Bucky can’t understand it, no matter how many ways he’s turned it over in his mind.

“Why would you do that?” his voice drops with that question, frustration and desperation equally coloring the whisper of those words.

[vintagecaptain]

"Because I love you!" It's ripped out of Steve's chest, the words almost angry like an accusation. It is Bucky's fault that he feels this way because of who Bucky is. Who he's always been to him.

He glares at him just a little bit and then lets out a heavy sigh. "Because I love you, Buck, and there's not much in the world I wouldn't do to make sure you're safe and sound."

Yes, he will miss the Avengers but it was an easy choice in a lot of ways. His found family was great but they weren't Bucky. They weren't shared memories and someone who knew him before the serum. They weren't the guy who sat by his bedside when was sick and held him when he cried over his ma dying.

They were great and warm and tried so hard to be what he needed but in the end... they weren't Bucky. He didn't love them the way he loved Bucky.

Endgame AU - Director Steve Rogers

[vintagecaptain]

PREMISE


Instead of staying in the past after returning the Infinity Stones, Steve returned to the present and decided to resurrect SHIELD. It was clear to him that the world needed more protection than just the Avengers, especially if the Avengers fell apart like it did in his time.

He gave the shield and title of Captain America to Sam, trusting him to rebuild and run the new Avengers.

Steve took the title of Director and started to rebuild SHIELD headquarters in New York, close to the UN where the new organization can work with world leaders and superhero organizations to help not just the US but everyone.

code bases by tricklet

Civil War AU - Fix It

[vintagecaptain]

PREMISE


When Steve learned the truth of who killed Tony’s parents instead of keeping the information to himself, he went to Tony immediately and told him the truth. Tony was, understandably, furious and they argued about how to handle the situation.

Now, he’s racing against Tony and his resources to find and protect Bucky from Tony’s anger while also trying to convince Tony to not go after Bucky and instead help him find what remains of Hydra to wipe them out for what they did to Tony’s parents and Bucky.

code bases by tricklet

[getscooperation]

Well, she's had a busy two weeks.

In her shiny new plane, Natasha is doing a thorough search for bugs and any other nasty little traps that might be left behind. It's not that she doesn't trust Mason, to an extent, but the plane is only new to her and sometimes honest mistakes are made. Besides. She thinks better when she's moving.

She'd told Yelena (Yelena) and Alexei, and Melina (who was not dead) that she was going to go after her other family. She hadn't been idle while waiting to see what Mason could do with part of her share of the Red Room's resources, but Ross had buried Clint and Sam and the others somewhere deep. Steve had gone to ground - she can only assume Barnes has helped him with that - and she wasn't sure where to start looking.

The last thing she'd told Steve was to go, and he'd gone. Maybe he remembered other things she'd told him too. It was worth a shot to try to do things the simple way, so Natasha activates one of her burner phones and calls the messaging service she'd set up for her and Steve over a year ago.

"Hey," a beat, where she should make a joke, but Natasha is abruptly, painfully aware that this message could go to no where, be heard by no one. The ache of her friend walking away is still raw, even if she understands why he did. Besides, he might not even remember she set up this service for them. "If you get this, call me. I'll keep this line active for forty-eight hours."

She gives him the number and hangs up. Then returns her focus to making sure the jet is operational and secure. So far, so good.

[vintagecaptain]

It's a surprise to get the alert. Honestly, Steve had forgotten about that particular message box until the alert popped up. He's been a little busy and certain things slipped to the back of his mind in the scramble to get Bucky to Wakanda and be safe. Things like... how to reach his friends when he was in trouble which was why Natasha set the thing up for them in the first place.

He's not really in trouble right now. Wakanda will keep him safe against authorities but... Steve picks up his phone and he calls her back in roughly two hours after getting the message.

Because it's Natasha.

She's been at his side through hard times like the fall of SHIELD and searching for Bucky. She let him go do what he needed to do. She trusted him. Steve is going to trust her and that she reached out with good intentions.

She reached out as a friend to check in on him.

"Hi," he says when she answers his call. "Nice to hear from an old friend."

Director AU

[bracchium]

[After visiting the Grand Canyon and Wakanda, it's nice to be back on familiar soil. Bucky tells Steve he just wants to stop by Brooklyn before moving to DC before they are meant to only part ways for a few days.

That's before Bucky gets pulled over in New York and the officer cites a warrant for the Winter Soldier for a few years back.

He's arrested on the spot and taken to jail for processing. After being given a court date and a pair of shiny silver bracelets, Bucky's given one phone call and there's only one person he wants to reach out to.

And so, Steve is getting a phone call late in the evening a day after Bucky should've shown up in DC.]

Do you accept a collect call from the Manhattan Detention Complex?

[vintagecaptain]

Yes?

[ Detention complex? Steve has no idea why anyone would be calling him from there but he's curious enough to say yes. It doesn't seem like one of those spam calls that everyone warned him about back in the day.

He waits while the call is connected, tapping a finger against his desk. ]

This is Steve Rogers. Who, may I ask, is calling? [ Because he has nothing but old fashioned phone manners and will not be changing them. ]