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We’ll paint it red to fit right in.

Brother under the sun

Thor could recognize Steve’s longing gaze to the water beside his bed, it would bring him no harm just a sip, would it? “Come on,” as carefully as he could he helped the other to sit on the bed, avoiding the strings and the soft spots he could see on the soldier’s body. When he was finally propped on some pillows he offered Steve the water. “You had to?” He repeated, “alone? It could have killed you, Steve, and I would hate to know that one of my team mates was killed. Who is that?” he motioned to the man beside them, he was giving signals of waking up.

Gritting his teeth, With Thor's help finally Steve managed to sit on the bed, barely restraining himself from grasping all those strings, needles and... medical stuff, and throw them out of the window. He was tougher than that. He could do better, he could take more. Suddenly he was angry, his own weakness angered him terribly. But a temper tantrum would not have helped him, nor his condition. So he breathed softly, and accepted the water from Thor. "Thank you"

Hearing his friend scolding him made him frown, and he clenched his fingers around the glass, swallowing the cold liquid and his anger down, his cheeks pink in shame. Thor was right, he knew it. But still, he would repeat it over and over again. "Yes, I had to!" He snapped, his voice, although weak, more harsh than necessary. Steve breathed again, and finally was calm. He knew better, he felt the concern hidden behind his friend's words, and guilt grasped his heart.

"I... sorry, Thor. I didn't mean to growl at you. I wasn't really alone, someone helped me. Though yes, I had to" He raised his head to look at him, azure eyes meeting his friend's "Like you had to, when you tried to stop your brother without fighting" A movement distracted him and Steve snapped his mouth shut, looking at Thor with meaningful eyes. We will talk later about it. "Oh..." He smiled, resting the glass on his bedtable and relaxing against the pillows "He is Sam. He helped me with the whole SHIELD affair. He is the good guy, here"

Okay, my first posting!

I’m very unfamiliar with tumblr, so for sometime there might not be smooth managing the blog. But hoping to get along soon.

I just fall into Captain America after watching Winter soldier about a month ago, and then watched whold Marvel movies.

Gee, never thought of restarting in fanpics after two years of blank!

Hope you all enjoy my work. Thanx~

The three stages of shipping.

Stage 1: NOW KISS

Stage 2: NOW FUCK

Stage 3: NOW BREAK EACH OTHER’S HEARTS AND THEN MEND THEM SLOWLY WHILE TOUCHING EACH OTHER WITH REVERENT, TREMBLING HANDS

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With a smile Steve grasped the stranger's hand and squeezed it, in a gentle greeting. Too many things had happened in his life, and none of them let him to be suspicious of someone or closed to other cultures and people.

"I'm Steve Rogers, from... well. From a lot of places. I was born in Brooklyn, let's say so. I never heard of Palaven. Where is it?"

Teammates

Bringing another couple of bottles of ale and handing one of them to Steve, before throwing himself on his chair again to continue listening to his friend’s tales. He is aware of the consequences that his brother’s deeds brought upon Midgard and it’s citizens, as well as the emotional damage that haunts some of his friends.. And Steve is not an exception. Thor feels guilty for it, because it was his duty to stop his brother.. He is guilty for not noticing what his brother was becoming.. And it is his fault that Loki brought his rage towards Midgard. Gladly this Realm is more resilient than it seems, and it’s people are stronger than most believe them to be.

Lost in his own thoughts, Thor only caught some of his friend’s words, blinking and focusing on him again when he heard the man starting a new phrase, talking about the recent events. Indeed, it is no mystery. He had heard about it the soon he put his feet on the Realm again. SHIELD is no more, brought apart by Hydra. And it infuriates the thunderer. How dare them poison something that was meant to protect their world? But Hydra messed with the wrong people. They could have destroyed SHIELD, but the group known as The Avengers is still alive and strong. And this group will fight for this Realm’s protection until their last breath.

And then the blond opened a smile to the soldier, moving to rest one large hand over Steve’s shoulder. “The only rules and commands one must follow are their own, my friend. A man’s spirit is free to follow none but itself”, the thunderer said, smile as sincere as his words. He himself never followed anyone’s orders, not even his father’s, if he wasn’t in agreement with them. Aye, it made him get in trouble several times, but his spirit never died, not even after being banished..

With a light smile on his lips, the Soldier nodded to his teammate's words, recognizing the truth in them. And another truth was that he was angry. Steve was terribly angry for all that happened, for the betrayal he felt when he discovered that behind the SHIELD there was HYDRA. There had always been HYDRA, as a dark shadow that had poisoned what it was born to be a beacon of hope and defense against evil. They had taken everything, one piece after another, until it was necessary to destroy what Peggy and Howard had helped create.

He was angry for being tracked down like a prey, for Bucky that didn't recognize him and wanted him dead. But above all, he was angry because, once again, he was used for someone's purposes. That man, the head of the SHIELD, wanted to use him. Fury had used him during Loki's attack on Manhattan, the Black Widow has used him as a diversion to complete his missions several times before he realized it.

Never again. He had promised to himself. Never. Again.

"Yes" The blond soldier finally managed to reply "A man's heart belongs only to himself. Or to those he chooses to give it, I suppose" He shrugged, and a sudden thought crossed his mind. His gaze softened "But stop talking about me. How things are going for you? What about your home?" He hesitated for a moment "Your brother?"

"Your--- daughter?" The soldier remained motionless, a slight light of suspicion in his eyes "Do you have a child? Since when?"

"If I did I would not be able to see your surprised face, would I?"

"---what?"

I see fire

His eyes were still as cold as ice when the Captain looked at him with pure surprise. This sedative worked fast and he reached out and took the Captain into a mock hug, should someone actually see him when he finally blacked out, pulling his wrist from his grip.  Withdrawing the needle, he capped it and put it back in his belt before lifting Rogers off his feet and throwing him over his shoulder.

He moved quickly across the road, face hidden his hair and unconscious Captain America. One car passed, but the driver didn’t bother looking over. No one saw him carry the man to a dark car parked in an alley, or throw him in the backseat before getting behind the wheel himself. After having a momentary issue getting the old Cadillac started he pulled out of the alley and got up to speed before cutting a hard right and disappearing down a dark street, files on the seat next to him. One being his. 

It was just before dawn when Wynter get him into the old bank vault, now forgotten about since Pierces fall. With the Captain cuffed to a chair bolted to the floor, metal cuffs he couldn’t break, he threw the files onto the table and shrugged off his coat, hanging it over the back of his chair. His black leather best and gun belts back into view. 

The room was small, vents at the top used to fill it with gas should their prisoner get out of hand. The table he sat at was also bolted to the floor and his chair was the only one that moved. This was interrogation should he be told to bring a mission back, this was where he’d bring them. They never left that room. Not that he knew of at least. Wynter kicked out the chair and sat down, thumbing through the file he’d found in Steve’s apartment and waiting in silence for his mission to finally wake up. 

There were questions he had. 

The first feeling that Steve felt while he was waking up, was pain. A thunderous pain in his head, like crazy horses running around from place to place, aimlessly. Then came a feeling of burning, some warmth to his neck, and finally cold, something cold under his body and around his wrists. There was a strange smell around, he was not familiar with it, nor with the strange muffled noises that came to his ears.

After some time, the soldier slowly opened his eyes and shook his head, suppressing a retching with a strangled moan. He realized immediately to be immobilized, the cold at his wrists corresponding to a sturdy pair of handcuffs on him.

His eyes darted from side to side to check where he was, and Steve finally looked up, his pupils still dilated because of the sedative. He was struggling to focus, his body immediately on alarm, paying attention to everything, though in a weak manner. He licked his lips and found to be terribly thirsty... and finally gasped when he finally was able to recognize the man in front of him.

"Bucky ..." He looked around quickly, and then looked back at him. "Where are we? What are we doing here?" His voice came slightly slurred to his own ears, and in that moment, fully aware of what dose cuffs at his wrists could mean, he finally realized not to be in a very easy situation.