Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy

Lieutenant Colonel Rogers here but people still call me Cap. Old habits die hard I guess. Besides Captain America sounds better than Lt Col America... Send me a message if you would like to chat or ask questions. I'm still with the Army and I also work for SHIELD. I'm willing to talk about pretty much anything so don't be shy. Trust me I'm shy enough for the both of us.
((All relationships are AU unless stated otherwise. ALSO STEVE IS STRAIGHT. No gifs or pictures are mine. Sometimes NSFW))

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Anonymous sent: M!A: ((for when you get back)) Steve is turned into his five year old self again, sicknesses and all.

im-just-the-mechanic:

askcaptain-rogers:

askcaptain-rogers:

((awwww so cute!!!!! I don’t really have a face character for kid Steve though))

Steve shrank about five feet and wrapped the large shirt around his little body and coughed violently, “Where’s my mommy!” He said looking around worriedly. He stumbled out of the pants and ran around the park with the shirt wrapped around him like a blanket. “Mommy!” His eyes welled up as he started to cry and cough.

Steve still wasn’t quite convinced and looked worriedly as the ambulance approached. He whimpered as it got closer and the back opened up. The stretcher was pushed out of the back and headed toward them. Steve clung tighter to Tony’s neck as the medics reached out for the boy, “No no no. I don’t want to go in the back!” He started to legitimately cry from fear as they tried to get him in the car, “I want my momma!” He screamed. 

Finally a female medic came over and ushered Pepper over with her blocking the other guys from Steve, “Hey little guy…” After much coaxing he finally went in only on the condition that Tony and Pepper went back with him. 

Steve was laying back on the stretcher with the jacket drawn around him. They were taking blood and had an oxygen mask on him after having an episode of asthma. Steve clung to Tony’s hand the whole time as they worked around him. “Tell me a story…” Steve’s little voice wheezed out weakly.

"A story?"  Tony frowned, trying to think if he knew any stories.  "Well, okay.  Once upon a time there was another little boy named Steve Rogers.  And he was pretty sick, just like you."  Tony paused a moment, thinking… but then went nah.  ”Anyway, even though he wasn’t very tough, Steve still wanted to help people, and one day, him and his friend Bucky went to a fair…”

Steve blinked up at Tony a little confused, “How d’ya know about Bucky…? Have you met him too? He lives just down the street!” He said excitedly and coughed violently into the mask. A medic shot Tony a look wanting him to stop the story because Steve was getting too excited. “My head feels funny…” He mumbled. 

posted on 7/23/2014, with 26 notes (source: askcaptain-rogers) — reblog

Every month or so Steve and Natasha have a special night where he helps her dye her hair.


Hehe this one made me laugh
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ibuiltafamilyofiron:

askcaptain-rogers:

Steve immediately blushed at her response. I guess she doesn’t really want to… I don’t blame her. We aren’t exactly on the same speed… He looked up clearly surprised when she said she was willing to hang out, “Really? You sure? I mean if you don’t want to I understand. I just…” Don’t have friends. 

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"Yeah, why not?" Nat smiled at Steven and dropped her pen to the desk, standing up from the chair. Though, she had now idea how all this would turn out. Their first meeting couldn’t be labelled as one of the bests of all time, so… "Where do you wanna go?"

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Steve shrugged as he headed out, “I don’t know… what do you like to do when you aren’t saving the day or working in the tower? Museums? Dancing? Shopping? Anything?”

posted on 7/23/2014, with 9 notes (source: ibuiltafamilyofiron) — reblog
Anonymous sent: M!A: ((for when you get back)) Steve is turned into his five year old self again, sicknesses and all.

im-just-the-mechanic:

askcaptain-rogers:

askcaptain-rogers:

((awwww so cute!!!!! I don’t really have a face character for kid Steve though))

Steve shrank about five feet and wrapped the large shirt around his little body and coughed violently, “Where’s my mommy!” He said looking around worriedly. He stumbled out of the pants and ran around the park with the shirt wrapped around him like a blanket. “Mommy!” His eyes welled up as he started to cry and cough.

Steve decided that Tony was serious about the monies and let him carry him out wheezing in frantic breaths trying to calm down. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck making it easier to carry him, “Hey mister… where we goin? We goin to the doctor?” He asked as they walked out of the museum, “These cars look funny…” He looked around realizing he didn’t recognize any of the buildings from the twenties and seemed to get a little scared. “Where am I!? I don’ know these places…” It was all… too clean and nice. He clung to Tony tighter hiding his face in his neck.

"Maybe you’re on the wrong side of the park," Tony suggested.  New York, after all, could vary enormously just block to block, never mind from one end of the city to the other.  He was starting to have a nasty feeling, though, that something was far more wrong than he’d thought.

An ambulance pulled up, and Tony waved to them with his free arm.  ”Over here!”

Steve still wasn’t quite convinced and looked worriedly as the ambulance approached. He whimpered as it got closer and the back opened up. The stretcher was pushed out of the back and headed toward them. Steve clung tighter to Tony’s neck as the medics reached out for the boy, “No no no. I don’t want to go in the back!” He started to legitimately cry from fear as they tried to get him in the car, “I want my momma!” He screamed. 

Finally a female medic came over and ushered Pepper over with her blocking the other guys from Steve, “Hey little guy…” After much coaxing he finally went in only on the condition that Tony and Pepper went back with him. 

Steve was laying back on the stretcher with the jacket drawn around him. They were taking blood and had an oxygen mask on him after having an episode of asthma. Steve clung to Tony’s hand the whole time as they worked around him. “Tell me a story…” Steve’s little voice wheezed out weakly.

posted on 7/23/2014, with 26 notes (source: askcaptain-rogers) — reblog

A friendly conversation

dontouchmystuff:

askcaptain-rogers:

 

Tony looked down at his glass and shrugged taking another drink slowly this time. “Nothing you would care about. I didn’t think you’d be coming here. Well i didn’t think anyone would be coming here. Tony gave the captain a smile and stood up walking around the couch to refill his drink. “And I can talk in layman’s term.. Just usually don’t want to.”

Steve frowned at Tony’s words and watched him pour another drink. “Do you not get a lot of visitors? Why wouldn’t I stop by if I was in the area… I mean I know we didn’t exactly get off on the right foot initially but I’d like to think of you as a friend.” He said a little hurt that Tony was so surprised. Steve didn’t really have many of those recently and it didn’t seem like Tony did either, except for that bottle in his hand. “Are you alright?”

Tony barely heard the other talk to him again as the buzz of his drink started to get to him. He blinked and turned around to look at him again with a small smile. “Really? Friend? I thought you hated my guts. Or atleast annoyed enough to want to stay away from me as much as you could…” He sighed and shut his eyes as sat back down on the couch and rested his head on the back. “Its nothing… Really I’m fine… I’ll deal with it… I always do…”

Steve furrowed his brows at the man’s words, “I don’t hate your guts… we just… got off on the wrong foot. I felt like we had gotten over that…” They had worked pretty well together in that attack on New York. Of course maybe when Tony shot that blast off his shield it had actually been intended for him… He blinked suddenly realizing that possibility but dropped it almost immediately. “Yes I would like to say we are friends if you would consider me a friend.” Steve sat by him on the couch, “Well in that case would you mind if I joined in a drink with you?” He couldn’t stop the man from drinking if he wanted to drink but he could keep him company and it seemed like that was what Tony needed at the moment. 

Tony glanced over and gave a small smile. Sure he and Steve had gotten off on the wrong foot but that didn’t stop him from worrying at times. He did that alot. When he thought no one was looking. “you have horrible taste in friends if you want to be mine” he smirked and took another drink from his glass before sighing and watching him sit down next to him. “Its a free country. go right on ahead” He said motioning to the bottle on the table and refilled the glass before drinking another down. “Drink up. I have more ”

Steve reached out and poured a glass for himself. “Cheers.” He said clinking their glasses. “Why don’t we do something? Go to the bar play a game of pool… maybe go bowling. You feel up to that? Or do you have all of that in your place?” 

posted on 7/23/2014, with 10 notes (source: dontouchmystuff) — reblog
Anonymous sent: M!A: ((for when you get back)) Steve is turned into his five year old self again, sicknesses and all.

im-just-the-mechanic:

askcaptain-rogers:

im-just-the-mechanic:

askcaptain-rogers:

((awwww so cute!!!!! I don’t really have a face character for kid Steve though))

Steve shrank about five feet and wrapped the large shirt around his little body and coughed violently, “Where’s my mommy!” He said looking around worriedly. He stumbled out of the pants and ran around the park with the shirt wrapped around him like a blanket. “Mommy!” His eyes welled up as he started to cry and cough.

Tony went and scooped the kid up.  ”Why don’t we get you to a doctor while the police look for your mom, okay?” he suggested.  ”Pepper?”

"I’m already calling," she promised.  "Come on, Steve, we’ll get you sorted out."

Steve clung to Tony crying as he carried him out, “Doctor? I can’t go to a doctor….” He sniffled looking up at him, “No monies…. I’m ok.” He said lying like he would to his mother to keep her from taking him to the doctor. He wiggled trying to get down, his tears had dried up quickly. However, with crying, his asthma had acted up and he was struggling to wheeze in a breath. 

"Don’t worry about monies," said Tony.  "We’ve got lots of monies."

Pepper shook his head and mouthed the words we can’t keep him.

Tony pouted.  We’ve bonded.

No.  Somebody answered Pepper’s phone, and she described the boy’s symptoms.  ”The doctor will be right here,” she said.

Steve decided that Tony was serious about the monies and let him carry him out wheezing in frantic breaths trying to calm down. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck making it easier to carry him, “Hey mister… where we goin? We goin to the doctor?” He asked as they walked out of the museum, “These cars look funny…” He looked around realizing he didn’t recognize any of the buildings from the twenties and seemed to get a little scared. “Where am I!? I don’ know these places…” It was all… too clean and nice. He clung to Tony tighter hiding his face in his neck.

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Terrorists now? | Steve & Katniss

ixsaidxreal:

askcaptain-rogers:

When the shit hit the fan Steve went as far off the grid as he could possibly get. He moved into a remote part of the DC area and wore his disguise more times that not. He had spent most of his time looking for Bucky but it seemed that without a puppeteer, Bucky disappeared. 

Most of his days, Steve spent cooped up in his apartment listening to his police scanner and old radio listening for any kind of trace of HYDRA or possibly SHIELD reforming.  When he listened to the police scanner, he occasionally went out in uniform to help out when he was needed. In away he was finding himself missions, except he didn’t get paid for these. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to afford this apartment much longer. 

He was currently at his radio, listening silently as he read his book. He blinked hearing a voice addressing him. He leaned forward and picked up the receiver, “This is Captain Rogers, over.” He said waiting for a reply, hoping they would tell him who they were. 

The relief she felt at the sound of his voice was immense. Katniss hadn’t even wanted to think about what might happen if he weren’t checking the radio like she’d hoped, but the possibility had nagged at her nonetheless and with it the knowledge that without someone to ally herself with the agent wouldn’t make it for long. Working at S.H.I.E.L.D had taught her just how impossible it was to completely disappear. Sooner or later, everyone was found. 

Without much thought, she blurted out with a heavy sigh, “Oh, it’s so good to hear your voice.” Realizing belatedly how that must have sounded, the agent cleared her throat uncomfortably. It wasn’t like they had actually met before. She had the honor of seeing him pass by when he was at one of their many bases, but they never talked or officially met. 

To avoid further discomfort, she quickly composed herself and made the necessary introductions in a more neutral and official-sounding manner, “Agent Everdeen, Sir. S.H.I.E.LD. operative. Requesting rendez-vous point. Over.” 

It was a good thing Steve had heard of her before. Otherwise he wouldn’t have met up with her. He chuckled slightly when she said it was nice to hear his voice, “Well its nice to have a friend out there after all of this… Request granted Agent. Where is your current location?” He spoke getting up from his seat by the radio to find a change of clothes that would be a bit more subtle than his uniform and started getting ready to go out. “Are you safe?” He asked once he was dressed. 

posted on 7/22/2014, with 4 notes (source: ixsaidxreal) — reblog
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