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))

Current M!A: none
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Dust and Debris



Steve had been on base working with Coulson on the Hydra situation. The very next day he was supposed to go out and raid their nearest base. His presence was supposed to be kept hush hush. They didn’t want other agents to know that Captain America was on base. If word got out and Hydra found out, it would be targeted for sure.

Apparently word had gotten out.

Steve had been going down the hall in a regular agent’s uniform, trying to blend in. He had just been on his way for a cup of coffee when the bomb went off. 

He had a cut across his forehead and the debris had broken his ribs but he managed to shove everything off so he could stand. He winced as he got up and looked around hearing a voice, “Yeah yeah I’m fine.” He said bending down next to the woman and started shoveling everything off her like it weighed nothing, “Are you alright?” He asked worried as he helped her up. He looked around hearing cries of pain all around them and frowned, wanting to make sure the woman before him was alright before he moved on to the others.

"Good. T-That’s something." Jemma breathed out. She felt fine for now. Minor enough injuries that her help could be put to use. She’d feel it later, but that didn’t matter. There could have been multiple bombs. The structure of the building could be damaged. People could be hurt. She could help with the last one.

"I will be…" Jemma answered, more interested in the way he moved the broken ceiling tiles so easily. "What about you?" She glanced up as he helped her up. The cut on his forehead would be worrying if it were someone else. "I hope your caught won’t be an issue. We both know you can help."

She took a minute to catch her breath. The chemist still felt winded and nauseous. “I can help. Maybe not the heavy lifting, but with the injuries. I’m Simmons by the way.” Jemma wiped some of the blood away from her  nose.

"I’ll be fine." Steve replied as he wiped the blood from his forehead so it could heal faster. The cut would be gone by the end of the day. Steve looked up at Simmons and nodded, "Steve Rogers. I’ll get as many people out as I can and send them your way. Lets clear a path out of here." He looked around trying to listen for voices and trying to decide which way would be safest. 

He chose left. He gently shoved debris aside careful not to have anything come crashing down on them and helped people up from under the debris as they went. Pretty soon he had quite the number following him. He carried an unconscious man in his arms and had to sit him down every time the path had to be cleared.

It was slow going because you couldn’t tell if the floor or ceiling was going to give out. They came across a giant gap in the hall that no one but Steve would be able to cross. He cursed and turned to Simmons laying the man down, “Look after him and the others, I’m going to see if I can find a way around this.”

posted on 7/26/2014, with 14 notes (source: jemmasimmonsbiochemist) — reblog

Colorized photos

I always love these. Thought I’d share. 

posted on 7/26/2014, with 0 notesreblog

Steve is extremely disappointed in the quality of Cracker Jack prizes these days.
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namemeansbeauty sent:

"Hey Belle! Hows it going?" 

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mannequinnapper sent: "Come on, kiss my lips!"







"Is that an order?"

"Damn right it is," Sarah huffed folding her arms across her chest looking up at the blond.


The instant Steve’s lips met the young woman’s, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.  Feeling the wandering hand she nipped at his lower lip with a smirk.

He chuckled and pulled away a little breathless. “Damn…” He hadn’t had a kiss that good in a long time. “I’ve missed you… remind me not to stay away so long for the next mission…” 

"No complaints here," the younger said with a soft laugh.  Burying her face in his chest she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him close.  "Missed you."

Steve hugged her to him, “I missed you too…” He picked her up and carried her inside his apartment and sat her down on the couch before starting to kiss her again. “What do you want to do tonight? To celebrate?” He asked between kisses. 

posted on 7/25/2014, with 7 notes (source: askcaptain-rogers) — reblog

Send me a ♀ for my genderbent muse

(Source: ruinofhumanity)

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((I came on to rp… but I’m so tired…. forgive me.))

posted on 7/24/2014, with 1 notereblog
Anonymous sent: M!A: ((for when you get back)) Steve is turned into his five year old self again, sicknesses and all.




((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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