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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Shields Don’t Save Everyone (closed to askcaptain-rogers)

marching-to-the-sound-of-iron:

askcaptain-rogers:

 

Erik recognized the language, but not the words, nor how to reply.  All he knew was there were strange men here, again, and that never ended well for him.  ”Wer bist du?  Was wollen sie?!” he yelled, voice rasping pitifully.  The metal in the room, on the men, began to tremble slightly.

Steve knew enough German to tell the kid did not speak English. Thankfully Steve knew enough German to reply. “Ich bin Amerikaner. Ich werde dir helfen. Mein Name ist Steven.” He said inching closer trying not to scare him. Granted Steve’s German wasn’t perfect but he hoped it was good enough. “Nur ruhig bleiben und ich werde euch raus.”

American?  Then the guards had been right, the Allies had pushed in from the West and they WERE coming.  For a moment, Erik let himself tantalize the idea of being saved.  Of freedom.  But the man approached again, and Erik held up his hand.  ”Stopp.  Näher zu kommen nicht!”  Unconsciously, he’d already flattened against the wall, fingers splayed on the concrete in an effort to steady himself.  ”B-bitte.”

Steve stopped immediately nodding at the boy’s words. “Wir können hier nicht bleiben. Mehr wird kommen. Es gibt Nahrung und Wasser auf der Ebene zurück zu dem amerikanischen Stützpunkt. Sie werden es sicher sein.” Steve hesitated with every sentence trying to remember everything he had learned in such a short amount of time. Thankfully the super soldier’s mind had improved significantly. When the soldier finished speaking four German’s were heard coming down the hall toward their room. They were clearly keen on getting Erik back to finish their work. Steve moved in front of him to protect him and hid them both behind his shield as they fired. The clank of metal on metal was heard followed by the clinks of the bullets hitting the hard floor. Steve looked up and smiled, “Meine dran.”

He threw his shield at the men knocking two to the ground and ran to punch another in the face, knocking him out before catching his shield and hitting the fourth in the face. Easily they were all incapacitated with barely any effort from Steve at all. The soldier turned back to the boy, “Kommen Sie. Es ist nicht sicher.”

Erik stared, fresh shock overcoming that already existing.  This man—was he like himself?  Special?  Eyes still on the nazis on the floor, he stumbled forward, intent to get out now that the opportunity had presented itself.

"Warum hast du sie getötet?" he rasped, "Sie sollte nicht am Leben gelassen, werden."  Leaving them alive left a foul taste in his mouth, and he was half tempted to turn around and finish the job.  Those men had hurt him, others, destroyed lives, they didn’t deserve to live anymore.  "S-Steven, wir müssen sie töten!"

Steve stopped and looked back at the boy shaking his head, [No We cannot. I will not stoop to their level. We kill them and we are no better than them. Come they cannot stop you now. Leave them and we’ll get out of here sooner.” He said motioning for him to follow as he led the way out. [Leave them Erik.] He said fighting his way through the camp releasing prisoners as he went and armed them with the weapons of the dropped Germans. He passed the boy a gun [Do you know how to use one of these?]

posted on 7/21/2014, with 8 notes (source: marching-to-the-sound-of-iron) — reblog

((ooc))

I’m sure you noticed I’m not around much these days. I’m visiting my brohter while on vacation so I am only doing a few rps here and there and the stuff I’m really in the mood for. 

posted on 7/21/2014, 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.

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 waited while his mother was paged but no one ever showed up. He sipped on the hot chocolate still cold from the lack of clothes. He looked up at Pepper and gave her a toothy grin. “Hello! Whatcha in charge of, ma’am?” He asked looking up at her. He sniffled and coughed into the sleeves of the jacket. By now they were looking rather rough.

He finished his hot chocolate and squirmed down from the chair wanting to go look around the museum. His eyes widened as he saw a space ship and his little feet padded against the tile floor as he ran for it, “Whats that!?” He asked excitedly.

"Pepper’s in charge of everything,” Tony assured the boy, grinning.  Pepper just smiled and shook her head.

"I think he’s feeling better," Pepper remarked as the boy looked at the model.

"I think he is," Tony agreed.  "That, kiddo, is a life-sized mock-up of the lunar excursion module from Apollo 11."

Steve furrowed his brows looking up at the strange thing, “Whats a lunar sturgen model from Apowo ‘leven?” He asked confused. He put his arms through the jacket and buttoned it up. It dragged the floor by about a foot. He looked around at the other exhibits excitedly and saw a dinosaur and started running for it. However his feet got tangled up and he toppled to the tile floor popping his forehead on the ground. He was silent for a minute and reached up to touch his forehead. As soon as he felt the knot, he started wailing. His screams echoed off the museum walls drawing everyone’s attention to him, and glares at Tony and Pepper for the way Steve was dressed.

posted on 7/20/2014, with 26 notes (source: askcaptain-rogers) — reblog
posted on 7/20/2014, with 6,025 notes (source: offtide) — reblog

superrsoldiers:

my favorite thing is when steve hides full body behind the shield

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posted on 7/20/2014, with 67,973 notes (source: superrsoldiers) — reblog

Ask me about my body. (¬‿¬)

Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?
Skin: Do you tan easily?
Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?
Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?
Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
Tongue: What was in your last meal?
Windpipe: Do you sing?
Neck: Do you wear necklaces?
Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone?
Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
Fingers: Do you play an instrument?
Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?
Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
Back: Are you a virgin?
Hips: Do you like to dance?
Thighs: Has anyone ever called you ugly?
Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?
Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?
Feet: Favorite pair of shoes?
Brain: Anything you want to ask
posted on 7/20/2014, with 863,058 notes (source: concealdontfeelit) — reblog

askcaptain-rogers started following you

thewitchofdarkness:

askcaptain-rogers:

Steve raised his brows at her answer, “Crime lord business?” Shit. Who was he becoming friends with? “So you aren’t in the crime lord business now? What did you do before you changed?” He asked hesitantly. 

"Well you don’t want to know, Herr Rogers." She mutter and frown as she crossed her arms. "No and …I joined a organization to be a solider in Germany and here I am."

Steve pursed his lips as he thought about what she was telling him and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, “So what are you doing now…” He asked cautiously.

posted on 7/19/2014, with 22 notes (source: thewitchofdarkness) — reblog

Let’s hang out

my12percentofamoment:

askcaptain-rogers:

 

Steve smiled and nodded, “I haven’t seen a good horror movie in ages. I think the last one I saw was  the Mummy.” He said with a chuckle. “I’ve never heard of When a Stranger Calls but if its good for you its good for me.” 

"It’s a bit of a thriller, but I think you could handle it." She nodded. "And if not, we can turn it off and watch something else."

Steve shrugged, “I can handle thrillers. I’m sure its not any worse than real life right?” He asked with a chuckle. He got up and put in the movie that was in her bookshelf and went to the kitchen to pop popcorn and get a drink, “Do you want anything?” 

posted on 7/19/2014, with 13 notes (source: my12percentofamoment) — reblog

Memory Tricks || Belle & Steve

namemeansbeauty:

 

Steve smiled at her blush at his compliment, finding it rather cute. It was nice to be the one making girls blush and not the other way around. People these days liked to see Steve blush, they’d say anything to turn him red. 

He couldn’t help but laugh at her quick and excited reply. “I’m glad to see you’re so eager.” He said walking down the hall, the file in his hand. He looked down at her curiously, “You have been on a mission before right?” He thought she was a field agent but she seemed pretty excited for this. He hoped she would do well on this and not get hurt. 

He led the way out into the parking lot to his bike. “If you want to ride you can or you can follow its up to you.” He said knowing some people were afraid of motorcycles. 

"This…yes, this would be my first mission," Belle said, cursing her honest streak.  But she couldn’t very well like to Steve.  "But I passed all of my training segments with high marks!  It’s just that my SO has been having me help with paperwork ever since I got cleared as a field agent."  More like he was having her do all his paperwork and taking advantage of her special skill.  But she wasn’t one to speak ill of her superiors.  

"I can hold my own, I promise," she said as she followed Steve out into the parking lot.  She looked at the motorcycle they stopped in front of, not realizing he didn’t have a car.  Not that she would let that stop her; she had been on a motorcycle before.  The question now was, was he still going to ask her to come along?

"I take the metro into work, so I don’t have a car to follow you in.  But I’ve been on a bike before, it’s no problem," she insisted.  

Steve took a deep breath when she said this was her first mission and debated on making her stay. He didn’t want to be held responsible if things went wrong. He pursed his lips as he thought and looked at her seriously as she continued.

Finally, he passed over the helmet to her and got on his bike, “You do everything I say. No questions asked, understood. This should be an easy job but we both know how easy jobs can go wrong…” He said starting the engine and roared down the road toward the school. 

When they arrived, he got off the bike and helped her off before looking up at the school. “I guess we should go to the office and check in first.” He said leading the way inside. 

posted on 7/19/2014, with 11 notes (source: namemeansbeauty) — reblog
my12percentofamoment2 sent: "You're quite Handsome."

my12percentofamoment:

askcaptain-rogers:

my12percentofamoment2:

askcaptain-rogers:

askcaptain-rogers:

"Thank you. You’re looking beautiful yourself." 

"Oh… I thought you were serious… what do you wanna do?"

"I thought you had something in mind," she laughed, letting his tie filter through her fingers.

Steve blushed a bit and shrugged, “Well would you want to go to dinner and see a play on Broadway?” He asked shyly. He’d always wanted to see one of the productions. “I don’t care what we see. I just want to go. You can pick the show.”

"You want me to pick a show?" 

Honestly, she didn’t know what was showing either. Pepper hadn’t been to a show in forever, unless it was for work. Even then she paid little attention and it was all business.

"Um…I’m find one." Her phone got picked up from the table. "Mama Mia?"

Steve shrugged, “Sure. I’ve never heard of it but it sounds fun. Whats it about?” He asked looking over her shoulder and kissing her neck when he had the opportunity. “Also think about where you want to go to dinner, doll.” 

posted on 7/19/2014, with 21 notes (source: askcaptain-rogers) — reblog