Twilight’s Last Gleaming? || askcaptain-rogers

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Steve furrowed his brow confused as to why she would need water. “Um… there’s a pond in Central Park a few blocks down. Its closer than anything else really… Are you in some kind of trouble?” He asked worried as he offered her his arm and quickly started to lead the way to Central Park. “My name is Steve by the way. What’s yours?” He looked up and saw that the sun was getting closer to setting and picked up the pace. “What happens if we don’t get there in time?” He asked in case he would need to do something drastic. 

Aqua’s heart was pounding as fast as a humming bird. Her eyes were scanning frantically for the pond Steve mentioned while occasionally flickering back to the sunset that seemed to happening faster then it was. Through all her panic, though, Steve had managed to reach through to her senses and Aqua managed to answer his questions as he led her to the pond.

“U-Uh… Just… I need to get there before the sun completely sets. Otherwise… O-Otherwise… Well, I hope you’re strong, because you might have to carry me,” she said, her cheeks flushing at the thought of popping a tail on dry land right in front of this man. Aqua had never missed getting to water before sunset, before. This would definitely embarrass her if she didn’t make it because of her bubble brain. 

“Oh, uh, and my name is Aquamarine… Th-thank you, by the way… For helping me,” Aqua added, her eyes still searching for the pond he mentioned. 

Steve quickened his pace when he heard the panic in her voice, “We’ll get you there.” He looked up at the setting sun and scooped her up and began to run easily. His long strides and military training had her by the pond within the minute. He gently sat her down, “Ok here we are, Aquamarine…” He said the name slowly not even sure he’d heard her right, “I’m Steve by the way and its not a problem at all. What did you need the pond for anyway? Are you in some kind of trouble?” He frowned glancing around for potential danger. 

Before Aqua could answer Steve, she launched herself into the pond, relieved that he got her to some place safe in time. After several moments, the mermaid emerged, a smile on her face.

“Thanks so much for helping me. It would have been really strange if I suddenly had this in front of everyone…!” she giggled, lifting her tail out of the water.

“You can keep a secret, right, Steve..?” the mermaid added lightly. 

“Holy-! That’s …. that’s a tail… you’re a mermaid!” He blushed and looked around to see no one was around to hear him or see her, “You’re a mermaid…” He said as the idea started to wrap around his head and he just stared at her, “That…. That is very… wow… Yes I can keep a secret. I’m sorry I’m just not used to… mermaids… Aliens and gods yes… but mermaids…. this is a first… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised… That is… Your tail is very pretty… ” He commented suddenly wishing he’d brought his sketchpad and colors so he could draw her.

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“Captain Rogers! What can I do for you today?”

Hello! I’m afraid I don’t have the pleasure of knowing your name, Miss…?” He asked with a smile.

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 Steve looked down at the kid in the tower and frowned, “Are you lost? Where are your parents?” Seeing a kid in Tony’s area was the last thing Steve expected when going through the Tower. “Whats wrong?” He asked kneeling down to his level.

Harley remained silent for a minute “I am not lost, I am  lookin’ for Ms. Potts” he explained slowly “My stomach is hurting me…a lot” he said hugging him self from the pain. 

Steve frowned at the kid, “I haven’t seen her but maybe we could look for her together? What’s your name, kid?” He asked with a smile, “I’m Steve Rogers. I’m a friend of Pepper’s. I’m actually supposed to find her too. I was going to run to the store for her since she’s busy with work.”

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“Captain, good to see you sir.”

“Romanoff. Its nice to see you too. How have you been?”

“I’ve been alright. How have you been?” She quickly switched the topic from herself “Adjusting well?”

“As well as I can I suppose… I haven’t really made a whole lot of friends so I don’t really do much…” He shrugged, “But I guess that’s to be expected… Most of the agents around seem to be afraid to talk to me. I don’t know why though….Tony’s been swell though.”

Natasha chuckled lowly “Careful with Tony, he tends to get himself into trouble. You know, when I’m not out on an OP I’m pretty bored myself.” the truth was she like being alone usually, but for too long she would start to think about things that only hurt and she didn’t need that “You should give me a call, we can train or watch movies or something. If you’ve got any questions I can help you out.”

Steve couldn’t hide his grin, “Really? That would be great. I mean… I’m free now if you are?” He wondered then if she had just asked him out on a date. Dames were more forward these days but none of them had asked him out before. He was used to doing the asking and he was used to getting rejected, “Um… Would you want to go out and do something with me?”

He asked just figuring he’d get the elephant out of the room and be as blunt as possible. All the while a blush had crept across his face. He’d always thought Natasha was a beautiful woman but hadn’t really had the opportunity to ask her out, what with New York getting attacked by aliens and all.

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shieldandroid replied to your post: Happy Fathers Day from Steve Rogers.

-offers a pat on the back, then goes for the full hug- Steve Im.. Im sorry.

Don’t apologize…. I’m fine.

Is there anything, though? That I can do for you?

-whispers furtively- Do you want some whiskey? I know it won’t do anything, but it is an exceptionally good whiskey.

I’d actually love some right now… I’ll take it from the bottle… -sighs and takes a seat-

-uncaps it and pours himself a glass before he hands the bottle over-

I can get more, if we need it. It’ll be cheaper stuff, but it’ll work just as well. 

-pulls out his wallet and hands him a fifty- Get the good stuff… -takes the bottle and a very large drink- Thanks… Are you ok today? -chuckles darkly trying to lighten the mood- I’m sorry… I really don’t mean to be a downer… -takes another drink and lays down wondering how much it would take to get drunk-

I know this seems really shady, but if you’ll give me ten minutes…

-runs to the SHIELD Evidence room and confiscates two 50 oz bottles of whiskey-

Let’s rock this party.

I’m … I’m okay. Honestly, I haven’t thought so much about my own father since everyone around me tends to think of me as theirs.

-he smiles- I love being that for them but it makes me sad that I even had to in the first place. I guess I’m lucky that way. Everyone deserves a great father. -drinks- I’m sorry.

Steve cocked his brow, “You’re right it is really shady… where did that come from?” He asked taking the bottle since he’d chugged the first one before Phil came back. He took a large gulp and burped before starting to chug some more. He thought that the faster he drank something straight the faster he’d get drunk. The last time he’d tried to get drunk he was just sipping.

He looked up when Phil started talking about his father and furrowed his brows, “Who told you I thought of you as my father…? I didn’t think I’d told anyone that?” He said not hearing Phil correctly through his slight buzz. He thought Phil had been talking specifically about him and not everyone else. “We do deserve great fathers… I’m glad I was lucky enough to get a second one.” He chuckled and clinked his bottle against Phil’s glass and took another large swig. “I’m still not sure if I can get drunk… I feel kind of tingly but thats after a bottle and a half of whiskey…”

cosmicdonna sent: *Donna nodded* Do want to talk about it? What he did since you was not so... great? *At that very moment Zorall, in her siberian husky form comes in too and places her head on his knee looking up at him*

Steve took a deep breath and smiled down at the dog patting it’s head, “I’d rather not talk about it too specifically. He was just violent… and a drunk. That’s all you have to know… Maybe I’ll share the details some other time but right now… I think a distraction would help best…”

russiassexyexbutterfly sent: "What's their to talk about? He left me. That'd just how it is."

I’m sorry…. It must be hard…

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His pain was concentrated in a tight, coiled circle, like a punch from the Hulk, in the left side of his stomach, right below his ribs. The pain meds were doing nothing but making his mouth dry and his thoughts fuzzy. Phil’d been in surgery for a long time as they’d removed the bullet that hadn’t gone completely through him and repaired the damaged muscle, tissue, and intestine it’d bitten a hole in before the wound could become septic. 

His first thought when he woke up was that he desperately wanted water and the second was that he hoped the children weren’t too traumatized. He wasn’t sure what time it was, not being able to see a clock, and that bothered him. He’d been stripped of all his clothes and possessions and was lying in a light blue cotton pajama set that itched him at the back of his neck. Phil hated feeling disoriented and wanted Steve to come in and debrief him on the gunman, on the children, on when he might be getting out of Medical. Steve. Steve would want to know that I’m awake. Phil tried to reach his arm up and back to press the call button on his hospital bed, but his arm felt a thousand times heavier and he gave up, the limb flopping back down beside him. He stared at it like it had betrayed him. The motion had pulled a little on his bandaging and Phil winced, hissing loudly. 

This was horrible, and annoying, and he really wanted something to drink. 

Once everything was sorted at the school and Steve was sure all the children were safe, Steve left to follow after Phil as soon as the shooter was in custody. He sat waiting in the corner of the room for his partner to wake up. He’d kind of dozed while he waited and jerked awake when he was aware that he was up, “Hey…” He got up and quickly poured him a glass of water and passed it over to him, “How are you feeling?” He asked softly sitting on the edge of his bed, “You know… I’m perfectly capable of taking my own bullets…” He joked and chuckled nervously.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands on his pants, “So they got the guy… The kids are safe but a little traumatized…  They kept asking about you…” He pointed to the hand made get well cards that were drawn in crayon. “They made you something…”

Phil had the good grace to look a little ashamed as he took the water gingerly, sipping at it. ”Feeling a bit like a deer that narrowly got away from the hunter,” he replied. He watched Steve rub his hands, avoiding eye contact while Steve spoke. 

He looked up at the cards on his bedside table. Twenty or so of them, all in bright crayon on even brighter construction paper, folded in half ‘hamburger’ style. Some had things glued to them in the messy, endearing way that children did things. It warmed him and Phil gave a small smile. “That’s sweet of them. I’ll have to write them back..” he said quietly. He refocused on Steve and he dropped the smile, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Has the prisoner been detained?” he asked, the unspoken question or was he simply eliminated hanging between them. 

Steve gave him a bit of a sad smile, “But narrowly getting away is good compared to the alternative…” When Phil finished his water he sat it on the bedside table within his reach, “I’m glad you are ok though… You really had me worried… Why did you have to do that…?” He asked quietly, “I could have taken that bullet…” 

Steve sighed as soon as Phil got down to business. “He’s been… taken care of.” He said evasively. Clint had gotten his hands on the man in the interrogation room and Steve honestly wasn’t sure about the man’s outcome and secretly didn’t care. “He won’t bother us anymore that’s for sure…”

He took a deep breath and looked down at his wound thinking that it should have been him. They’d almost lost their best agent… his best friend. “I’m sorry…”

captainehren sent: Hello, Steve. How are you?

I’m pretty good today actually. Just busy with paperwork. Wrapping things up with this last mission, getting ready for another tomorrow. They keep me pretty busy around here lately. How are you?