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Independent 616 Captain America || Written by Stevie

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KISSY MEME // SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING

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          THERE WAS NOT much strength left in her now. She could scarce move a strand of her hair or lift her lids to look upon Steven as he sat by her bedside. He had barely left her side since her latest scare – her body had all but shut down; she was confined to her bed after her collapse. Everybody knew now; there was no way to hide her absence. Her family had been called – everybody was saying their goodbyes.

Though he refused to. Ever the optimist, her Captain. Medusa had given up whatever faith she’d had in Henry. He was a good man, no doubt could fault him on that account, but evidently not quite brilliant enough to cure her.

She could barely tell herself if she was asleep or awake, though judging by the way he held her hand in his, she supposed he thought she were asleep. His calloused fingers felt like sandpaper against her soft, milky skin; his thumb rubbing against her knuckles in a slow, steady rhythm.

        ❝    You can’t leave.     

She wondered for a moment if he knew she was awake, as he spoke out in the open, but quickly realised he was mostly speaking to himself as he went on: her shallow, raspy breaths struggling against her parted lips. She wanted it to end. She’d been through so much pain & heartache, even before this illness was upon her. She was sick of pretending to be alright. She was sick of being so alone. She only wanted peace.

        ❝    These past few years, you’ve been there for me when I needed your advice, always listened when I gave it to you in return… We’ve been through a lot together, Medusa – publicly & privately. I’ve grown to trust you in a way I don’t trust many people. Utterly & completely. You’re – God…    

He squeezed her hand tightly, & she almost opened her eyes at the suddenness of it; the power of it. Sometimes she forgot how strong he truly was, he was always so gentle around her.

       ❝    You’re like no one I’ve ever met before. Stronger than you know, wise beyond your years. You’re everything a leader should be… every INCH a Queen. To see you like this… breaks my heart.      

He brought his head down & her hand up before his lips pressed against her knuckles. She wanted to stop him from going on, fingers twitched in his grasp but she couldn’t find the strength to do much more; the sound of her own dying breaths grating against her ears.

       ❝    I wish I could have saved you. I wish I could have found Reed for you. I wish we’d had more time together, & I wish… I wish I had told you before, how much you mean to me.     

He’d left her no choice now but to open her eyes & struggle to say something, but he’d barely given her time enough to pry her eyes open before he’d pressed his lips so gently to hers. She was shocked, hands curling into his & into her sheets: surprised at herself for the flutter in her stomach & the beating in her chest.

She’d never thought of their relationship as anything other than friends; perhaps because she refused to let herself see him in any other light, or let herself believe he might see her in such. It had been such a long time since she’d felt love, & love in return – perhaps she didn’t recognise it anymore, even if it was right in front of her.

His free hand framed her face as he pulled away, & her vision cleared to see his shell-shocked expression. She felt terribly, reaching for her own free hand to keep his in place. It almost felt natural, to be there with him, like this. She felt guilty, too – because a part of her still yearned for her husband, as it always would, & always had.

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       ❝    I’m sorry –         she whispered; hand reaching up to mirror his, cupping his face & smoothing his stubbled cheek.

He laughed at her, how rude. It wasn’t a happy one, though: she could see the pain in his eyes & hear the hopelessness in his voice.       ❝    For what?      

       ❝    For leaving you…      



★— [[ Okay I just want to talk about Steve’s new shield for a moment. So according to the concept, it’s mildly based off the holo-shield seen in his Commander days, or more recently in his team up with Tony in Madripoor;

“ this one has two main innovations: its tip can deploy an “energy blade” so Cap can cut into things, and the shield can be divided in two, so Steve can use both halves, one with each arm. Both modifications will help us see a completely different set of moves for Captain America, moves that we [have] never seen Steve use before, in terms of hand-to-hand combat. “

So we’re talking two hand combat styles here // Dual wielding. Some say it provides advantages but most weapons experts disagree as it increases vulnerability with the lack of defence. 

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I’m going to look at this from a tactical point from the concept art. So you’ve got the blunt of the shield (the face) that can detach from the point and the blade can be used separately. Essentially that means punching with the left and swinging with the right. This is a pretty useful tactic for Steve. Given his boxing background where he’s taught to keep his dominant arm behind him, assuming here that Steve’s right handed (which he tends to be unless the artist decides to switch, which they’ve done sometimes) - so how’s that relevant to his new shield? It means that with a natural stance and dominant hand (the one with the blade) behind him, he doesn’t have to readjust his traditional style. (Unless he converts (into a right-handed southpaw rather than left-handed orthodox fighter style for some tactical advantages in having a strong front arm). So lets just say he keeps it traditional. The use of dual weaponry is an extreme advantage - and that’s just ONE of the many styles Steve’s developed that he can integrate into his new weaponry. Close combat would be this weapons forte – whereas projection I assume would be a weakness. 

It’s strange to see Steve not using the weapon largely as a projectile, but we’ll see how that goes. The shape of it isn’t ideal for throwing but that being said, he did so in the 1940′s without much question. Must’ve gotten stuck in lots of places though. This one especially due to the blade tip, and once he detaches the blade from the face he’ll have no choice but to keep combat close, given how the other parts wouldn’t really go too far. (I do like that it’s purposely designed to resemble a medieval ‘Heater’ shield though [ or a Kite shield with a flatter edge at the top] I like the reference they're trying to make )  He’s always been good at hand to hand but lets just assume he’s going to get a couple more gadgets in the future to help him in regards to taking out opponents from a distance. (Seems Sam’s got his back if they’re fighting together, making a nice balance of captains; Sam going for the distance and Steve going for the close).

I can’t actually wait to see more specifics on the shield and the power that the blade may have. Vibranium enforced particles seemed to be the justification behind the holoshield so if they’re doing something similar then it’d be interesting to see what exactly Steve can cut through. I always thought it’d be cool if he had a weapon that could cut through armour, it’d make his job so much easier but many people throw up the debate that it’s making him a more violent character given the nature of he shield was to DEFEND rather than hurt. I can see the practicality of it, but again it may be compromising the message that used to surround Steve– again it depends how he uses it, only time will tell. ]] 


                                                          ★ [Verse Page] ★

Name: Steven Grant Rogers
Alias: Commander Rogers. Previously: Captain America
Age: 95
Affiliation: Invaders // Avengers // Secret Avengers // Avengers Unity Division
Status: Infected
FC: Chris Evans

★— The Commander was once famed for his IRON WILL. He was seen as a mental fortress, even to some of the most powerful telepaths. Steve was of S T RO N G ethical stance, no matter how much he was pushed around, he would always stand his ground. 

         FREEDOM had always been his prerogative. He had to liberate the nation from the corrupt hands that guided the world into the path of destruction. He was known as the guardian, the protector of the old American Dream. 

        His deepest fear? To be REPLACED, to be SHELVED and held as nothing more than a relic, an outdated symbol of he nation that he had fought so hard to protect. He had spent his entire LIFE fighting for freedom – and yet, his notions and ethics were seen as NAIVE, earning the people he loved so deeply to turn their backs on him on more than one occasion. He was lied to and used by the Illuminati, by his friends, by his family

                And yet, 

                        He always stood back up. 

        He would never succumb to that fear, to that weakness that sought so viciously to drag him down. … Or so he thought. 

        Their mission had brought them to the darkest mission he had faced. His iron will FALTERED and finally CRACKED. Years of pain, years of loss, years of BETRAYAL had finally caught up to him in an instant. When his eyes opened, it was to see the world as it really was– a PRISON. 

        Now, with the virus unleashed upon him, he knows his true purpose – To F R E E the people, to finally open their eyes to the world around them, so that they too can join him in his crusade to overthrow the dark hands that continue to lead the world toward its own annihilation. 

        Without the restraints he once had the Commander has ZERO tolerance, anyone who stands up against him will be dealt with – and those that had turned against him in the past will be be truly LIBERATED – with the ultimate form of freedom; Death.


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