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MCU Ships - 2/? - Steve Rogers & Tony Stark
“Look, I’m not the crying kind, Steve. I didn’t cry at my own father’s funeral. But right then and there I realized that in this crazy business we’re in, there’s no one I’d miss more than you.”
a moment of weakness
15. Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.
We have something of yours, the message had said, come and get it.
Steve knows a trap well enough when he sees one, but that doesn’t stop the Avengers from gearing up and heading out. They’re met with an ambush of heavy gunfire as soon as they touch down in Norway, their attempts at stealth all but useless.
“Captain Rogers,” Jarvis declares over the coms, and Steve takes a moment to bash another unmarked soldier with his shield.
“Got something for me?” He asks, only slightly winded.
“I’m detecting a non-hostile life force close to your location. Perhaps they didn’t take something, but someone?” Steve curses under his breath. There were a number of civilians involved with the team, and there was no telling just who it was that they kidnapped. He knew he had to get to them, no matter the cost.
“Keep them busy,” he orders as he slings his shield onto his back, “I’m going to retrieve the civilian. Make sure none of them come my way.”
The bunker isn’t too hard to find with Jarvis’ general directions, and the soldiers are all but distracted by the sudden onslaught the other Avengers have directed at them. Breaking down the door takes more than a couple kicks, but there isn’t anyone waiting for him behind them. The bunker is all but abandoned, save for one cell.
He steps up without hesitation, pulling at the steel bars until they creak and groan.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here,” Steve says to the captive, but it’s only after he finally pulls the bars apart that he notices just who they have imprisoned.
“Loki,” he breathes, “It’s-- it’s you?”
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
(Calling your muse a monster) "Loki's hands aren't the cleanest," Steve scowls, "But calling him a monster of all things is a bit excessive."
Loki’s heart clenched in his chest at the word… Monster… The word haunted him- ever present in the back of his mind. It wasn’t often that he was recognized these days- after all SHIELD had tried to keep things very hush hush- but when he did most seemed to brush it off as a mistake. This person though knew him almost instantly…
He averted his gaze, taking a small step back as he tried to distance himself from the angry person standing a few feet away. God’s he hoped they wouldn’t cause a scene…
He jumped a bit when Steve spoke up though, looking over towards the soldier and pulling his own jacket around himself tighter. Why was Steve defending him? So many had died by his hand- so many had suffered…
“He’s right… I should just go-” he didn’t want to be out- he certainly didn’t want more attention drawn to himself.
Steve hadn’t always been fond of Loki. No, in fact, he’d hated him quite a bit in the beginning. He couldn’t be blamed for it, really. But after Loki’s true intentions had come to light, the soldier did his best not to judge the God too harshly.
But someone else calling him a monster? Absolutely not. Steve wouldn’t sit idly by and just let it happen.
“He’s wrong,” Steve argues, before sending a glare in the gentleman’s direction, “This punk clearly needs to learn a thing or two, but I’m not going to be the one to teach it to ‘im. Now come on, let’s get you out of here.”
So I woke up to about ten new followers. Ah, good morning, but where did all of you come from?!
I mean I have to hop in the shower real fast but if you want to like this for a starter, I’ll get on those right away!
"She fell off the slide at the playground and bruised up her leg pretty damn good."
“ Aww, kiddo… “
[ he smiled in sympathy at the little girl in Steve’s arms, holding his arms out to hold her ]
“ Just like your dad, always jumping off of things. “
“I didn’t encourage this in the slightest,” Steve argues, but Sarah pays him no mind as she reaches for her other father.
“Papa,” she says, her voice wobbling with more tears, “I just wanted to fly, like Uncle Thor does!” Steve raises his eyebrows at Clint, as if to say ha, told you so.
‡ {{been following you on my personal for ages, figured it was time to join in the fun. hello!}}
Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
Loki raised a brow as the captain plopped down beside him in bed, green eyes wide as he watched him. He swallowed a lump in his throat and sort of rolled over onto his side so that he could see him better… Heat radiated off of the soldier- he assumed that it was thanks to the serum, it must make him burn hot. He was glad the room was dark- or at least dimly lit- because he could feel his own face beginning to heat up…
“You know, when I offered you a place to stay for the evening- I meant that you could take the couch or something. I never said you could sleep in the same bed as me, Rogers.” He didn’t really mind it- not really- but still. Rude.
Loki couldn’t help but smile at that response, seemed Steve was a bit more amusing than he originally considered. “No, I suppose it isn’t… well then I guess I’ll just have to ask you not to crack my skull open with your shield then.” He doubted Steve would kill him in his sleep- it was too cowardly… not his style at all. After all he was a soldier, not a spy.
He still wasn’t sure how they’d come to this point- why Steve would ask him of all people for a place to stay was beyond him… And why he’d even said yes was more of a mystery…
“Only if you swear not to use those mind games of yours on me,” Steve glances at him for a moment, “Plus, I prefer cracking ribs. Much cleaner, not as much blood.” Not the best thing to make your bed partner relax, but the soldier wanted to make it very clear to Loki he wasn’t screwing around either.
“.....But I wouldn’t do that either,” he adds after a moment, “I’m not in the business of hurting those who help me. And I really do appreciate you letting me lie low here. It’s...it’s not a good time for me out there, let’s put it that way.” He was a fugitive of SHIELD, actually, but Loki didn’t need to know those exact details.
The god shifted his weight as he silently sat in the cramped cell somewhere in one of SHIELD’s secure bases. He would have been trying to charm the guards standing outside his cell had they not camped the bulky muzzle-like device around his face and over his mouth. He was still feeling a little sore- and he was almost certain that his hip had been dislocated from being whipped around by that green beast. At the thought of Banner his hip seemed to burn- the small tinge of pain returning.
He wrinkled his nose a bit and twisted his wrists in his restraints, looking up when one of the guards noticed him. They were all still on edge and it felt like every little move he made sent up alarm bells for these agents. Who could blame them though? Swallowing, the god leaned back against the cell, green eyes watching the two men intently- the faint blue specks of neon blue dotting his irises. His attention shifted to the door between them though when it slid open- his eyebrows going up in surprise at who stepped through. He needed a distraction and perhaps this would be his chance to escape- escape while he still had the chance to- escape while his mind was clearing…
Whether this was just a cruel joke played by the fates or a beautiful gift was a mystery to the trickster… He supposed he would soon find out.
“Be careful, Captain,” One of the guards advise him as he steps forward towards the doors, “He’s a feisty one.”
“The Hulk smashed him into the ground,” Steve says, “Something tells me he’s a bit docile at the moment.” He doesn’t give the guard a chance to reply before he’s stepping through the door, letting it click shut behind him. He regards the God for a moment in absolute silence, his jaw clicking in silent anger.
“Loki,” he says, his voice even, “I’m not sure you and I had the chance to talk.”
❝Captain ❞
Visions swam before her eyes of ‘end of war celebrations’ and for a moment, Wanda’s heart went out towards the man. He was so out of place - so out of time. It must have been hard, but she didn’t allow her mind to dwell on those thoughts. After all, they were his demons to deal with, not hers - no matter how much she had seen.
“I just wanted to tell you that you-- you’ve been doing great, training wise,” he clears his throat awkwardly, “And it’s-- ah-- .....it’s good to have you on the team, is what I’m trying to tell you here. Apparently I’m no good at this “showing appreciation” thing.” he laughs softly.
"Jarvis," Steve nods in greeting, before grimacing at his mistake. "Vision, I mean. Sorry, still getting used to that."
❝ it’s… quite alright, captain. i understand that my voice may OCCASIONALLY stir up some confusion. ❞
“No, hey, that’s no excuse,” Steve frowns, “You’re an Avenger now, and a friend. Friends don’t get friends’ names mixed up with an AI.”
“.....But yeah,” Steve adds after a beat, “The voice thing is definitely a bit confusing still.”
"I never said that. When have I ever said that?"
“Oh really? How about in May 1940 outside of yet another recruit station.”He was lying through his teeth, but Steve didn’t have to know that… did he?
“There were a lot of recruiting stations in May of 1940, Buck,” Steve raises an eyebrow, “You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that.”
Like Steve didn’t know Bucky’s shit-eating grin like the back of his hand. Ha.
“What? I can’t admire a bloke from a table in a cafe?” Martha raised a brow at him before taking a sip of her coffee. Amused by him. He was cute in that American, purely wholesome way.
“Oh, so you were-- oh. Oh.” He laughs, “Sorry, I’m ah-- well, let’s say I’m not used to the admiring part. Most of the time when someone’s watching me, they have more violent intentions than that.” He sips his coffee, before closing the sketchbook in front of him.
“Steve Rogers,” he extends his hand to her, “Sorry for the misjudgment, Ma’am.”
“Would you believe me if I said I’ve never had pizza before?”
“.....is that-- that is a joke, right?” He shakes his head in utter disbelief, “No, of course not, who would ever joke about that-- listen, there’s this shop I used to go to as a kid, it’s still open, place is run by the guy’s great-granddaughter now, but that’s not important-- point is, team-building exercises are important, and you need a taste of a true New York slice.”
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“If you were trying to be stealthy,” Steve snorts softly, “You weren’t doing a very good job. Now are you just gonna keep watching me from afar, or would you like to actually talk to me? Because I can pretend I didn’t notice you.” He raises an eyebrow.
