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Independent 616 Captain America || Written by Stevie

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02.10.2016: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

We played by OUR rules, not yours -- and the Avengers' rules have always been about saving lives -- whatever it takes

@etrntyLIKED FOR A STARTER

★— CAREFULLY – with an usual gentleness about his movement, he gathered the chopsticks in his hand as he SCOOTED the dumpling in the plate toward the other, peering up at the expression in front of him, then down once more at the steaming dumpling. 

 Come on, just try it…


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There was a DELICATE way about the motion he used, as not to burst the dumpling before it could be eaten. He was eager to see reactions, KEEN to observe; curiosity did often get the better of the mighty Captain, especially in this circumstance as his blue hues LOCKED onto every possible twitch of feeling. 

  Just one bite, what’ve you got to lose? .


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CHILDISH ACTIVITIES // accepting

@etrnty​ // 07. Building a snowman
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GENTLE YET STURDY HANDS patted down the round of snow that the super soldier had so carefully sculpted. It had taken him a while – but when it came to snowmen he was a bit of a perfectionist; perhaps it was because he’d been building them since he was a kid. People may hurt you, but snowmen wouldn’t; unless they were somehow sentient and on one of the many worlds that he had visited — needless to say, with the combination of the cold which he already disliked, along with sentient evil snowmen – that wasn’t something he enjoyed. However, luckily, these snowmen weren’t sentient — this was just something he had built with his own two hands.

Staring back at the other, with just a peer over his shoulder, gesturing with his mittens to the snow sculpture that was proving as a nice base, he called over;

❛   Now all it needs is a face and arms. Sometimes people use raisins, or stones for the mouth. A carrot for the nose,  buttons for the eyes. And a hat, we need a hat, with a scarf. Well, that’s not really that necessary but you can dress them out how you’d like.  Steve explained as he took a step back to admire the base he’d built.

❛   What do you think? You want to try building one and decorating it?



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@etrnty // ★/ Got BREAD / / accepting

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★— IT WAS RAINING BREAD. And for once, this wasn’t a fever pitched dream that Steve was having — it was ACTUALLY raining bread, and just on HIM. Loafs falling on him, smacking him hard as they gained momentum from the sky above — Bread bread everywhere and not a bite to eat

HOW WAS THIS HAPPENING?

As soon as he tilted his head to get a better look, he felt another slice land on it — flat on his face until he shook it off, spinning around to try and find the culprit — who took the form of stars themselves. He should’ve known — 

A squint of the eyes followed his toasty revelation, huffing – but strangely pleased to see this playful side to the universe itself. 

  I bet you think you’re reallllllll funny, don’t ya? Well, I’ve got news for you, I’m going to take all of this bread and clean it up, and feed it to my team, hows that sound for you?  



cue the universe suddenly appearing and whisks the captain up into their cosmic arms ♥

@etrnty // is the most adorable universe

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★— SUDDEN was indeed the word. One second Steve was going about his daily routine of just walking around down town in the hunt for a decent deli, then the next second he was being whisked away in a galactic embrace — not that he had any complaints. In fact, the embrace was surprisingly gentle — almost as though he were being lifted by AIR. 

   Holy smokes–   

And the icing on top of the cake was that Steve Rogers was certainly not USED to being carried. So admittedly, it felt — nice, and was definitely a feeling he could get used to. 

With a mixture of surprise and bashfulness, his cheeks became highlighted with heat – a rose tinge painting its way across those  high cheekbones of his as wide azures began to relax now that he KNEW who it was — attacking him with a surprise cuddle. Which, again, was much appreciated, and to reiterate— felt so light; as though his heart were being lifted from the heavy unease of his usual duties. 

He eased himself into the hold, feeling every muscle relax but still ever so SHY about it. Perhaps he was more flustered than he was letting off, but what was not to love about being so close to the stars he had dreamed of — finding that warmth in such a hold.

  Y’know, most people give a little warning before doin’ something like this. I appreciate the spontaneous nature you’ve got though…. I mean, hello to you too..   



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FIND MY MUSE  (accepting) /★/  🔫 adrift in space 

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  HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN? 

Years? Months? Days? Hours? 

Time in Space was completely different, and compared to the time he was in ice — when everything was so STILL. Many would assume that he felt nothing because he was in a stasis —- but Steve could’ve sworn that he felt that first couple of hours when he was just FALLING; drifting. How weightless he felt in the powerful ocean that swept him lower and lower into it’s depths — how HELPLESS he felt as he was submerged into dreams and thoughts. That was the very same feeling that this experience had emulated. 

With his head tilted back, body adrift in a suit with flashing imagery — his ship damaged and beaten from the attack from the Kree. Luckily most of his team had gotten away, but there was when the saying rung true; the Captain was prepared to go down with his ship, and stayed on board while everyone escaped using the pods to the nearest station. Steve meanwhile stayed until they were all safe from the larger battleships. 

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LOW OXYGEN flashed on every monitor. The gravity and tracking stabilizers were lost from the last attack – And it was as though he could feel himself sinking into that slumber — of which, he was unsure he would wake up from. 

His eyes were heavy, and he was dazed, barely staying conscious from the last hit that was taken. Loud sirens, tears in the metal creating vacuum in sectors of the ship —- it wasn’t going to take long. 

It was then, in his defeated gaze, that he caught sight of a figure— that seemed so ETHEREAL and UNREAL. His gloved hand reached for it weakly; most of his strength having left his body by now. —- But how it glimmered and glittered like a thousand stars. It was as though his body was lifted toward the figure; his savior in the darkness. Unknown in his state as to what it could be— the first thing that came to mind was that it was the heavens themselves personified to save him —- His body moved so willingly toward it. 

  Are you.. Real?    – Or is this a dream…



@etrnty // STARTER CALL 

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★—   THE WORLD HOLDS SO MUCH BEAUTY THAT HUMANS TAKE FOR GRANTED. This earth, this world, this universe — holds so much more than the minds could possibly dream of. 

At that moment in time, the Captain was soaking in how beautiful the world really was —- as a solid reminder of WHAT he was fighting for; this serenity. How it filled his heart with such warmth to just tilt his head upward in that nightly breeze, leaning against his motorcycle as he revelled in how each star glimmered and twinkled. 

Although he had been up in it — still, he found it hard to believe that these were just burning balls of gas — instead, he saw them as the same symbol he wore upon his chest; a symbol of HOPE. 

Staring at the other that stood just beside him —-

  ❛   We don’t take the time to admire what’s in front of us, I’ve learned…  


“You can rise above this.”

★ COMFORT STARTERS // ACCEPTING

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WORDS SPOKEN SO EASILY, YET, SO DIFFICULT IN PRACTICE

He had fallen before — it wasn’t his first time, nor would it be his last. But staring upon the levelled town — in his mind, all he could feel was the suffering, all he could feel were the SCREAMS of those he had tried to save —— but it was too late. 

How it compared to Stamford; in the death and destruction of an innocent town. And thus, his mindset seemed to also fall back, with vivid imagery of the carnage HAUNTING him. 

Eventually, after a moment of silence his dry throat found a way of mustering out some words in a deep, sombre tone. 

  ❛   How can you say that — right now, there’s nothing to rise above, absolutely nothing. All of these people, dead. And for what? For some bad guy and his superiority complex? No. I should’ve been there to stop this. I should’ve SAVED these people…   



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@etrnty // MEME // no longer accepting

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