Steve Rogers

Tony? How do I wo- Never mind. Hello my name is Steve Rogers but you may know me as Captain America. I was created to be a super soldier so I can fight in a war against an organisation called Hydra, after managing to defeat them, I ended up crash landed into the sea where I froze and was woke up 70 years later by Shield. I now work for them and the Avengers iniative.

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supercilious-ruler:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

Steve continued to give a confuse look even when Loki explained, things just didn’t add up as Bruce had said, his mind was like a bag of cats which he understood well enough to mean crazy.

“So… your good?” He asked, everything was trying to fit into his mind and it wouldn’t as well, he knew Loki to be strange and want to rule so him saying he was good just didn’t make sense but if that is what he meant then he would be glad after all he didn’t have his shield so it meant he couldn’t fight.

He couldn’t help but smile at that. No matter how many ‘Steven’s he met, they all seemed to be innocent in their own ways. It was oddly charming and always amusing.

“Things such as ‘good’ and ‘evil’ are man-made concepts… never-the-less, I suppose that you would indeed call me… ‘good’… in a sense. However I much prefer the term ‘neutral’.”

“Is it so strange, Steven? That I have no desire to harm you?”

“Well from the last time I saw you and you was trying to kill us all.. Yes it is” He said honestly because he was an honest and innocent guy really, just in a different era and it was strange to see a man like that.

“So what have you been doing?” He asked curious and wanting to see how ‘good’ he was because Steve certainly didn’t believe him and his guard was still up, this could easily be a trick.

He would have mentioned that, technically, he did not believe that he had been the same Captain that he had fought with before his punishment on Asgard, but there would be no point in this.

“I’ve been attempting to live, Mr. Rodgers. I simply wish to live.”

“Is that not what people do here? Live? I simply wish to no longer be the monster that attacked Midgard.”

"That may take time but then again I think some people have forgotten about it" Steve mentioned as he looked towards Loki, sometimes he didn’t understand the world around him, when something happens it would turn out to be a huge thing then after a few months every person alive would be getting their life in order, Steve had been frozen for 70 years and he still wasn’t over that.

posted on 9/19/2012, with 11 notes (source: themoldedheart-deactivated20130) — reblog

The Captain and The Devil.

alwaysenduphere:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

Working out was the only thing he seemed to do since getting brought out of the ice, in fact he wasn’t used to this era yet and everything was just too confusing like the technology, he struggled to use a computer or use a mobile but he was slowly getting there.

70 years in the ice, he just couldn’t get over how he had been found, he thought he would be there forever, his hands bandaged, he began his workout by punching a punching bag, having a row of them behind him.

As he punched, memories flashed of Peggy, of Bucky, everything he had been through since being brought back, then flashbacks of stopping Loki which had only been a month ago, everything was just going to fast for him and he was struggling to keep up but he didn’t want to tell any one.

Moving through shadows, unseen, unheard.  It was easy enough to do.  Particularly if there was something interesting to observe.  Something that had piqued the archangels interest enough to demand a little closer inspection.  Like this human.  Only, not quite.  

Oh, Lucifer knew that the little cockroaches had tried to improve on his father’s flawed design.  Starting off with selective breeding, trying to urge strands of DNA to combine in ever more unique and interesting ways.  And then they’d gained the capacity to directly impact upon those changes, using chemicals, targeted gene mutation, drugs and the like to provide instantaneous results that would have taken generations of evolution.  Some strove for bigger and better, and their impatience for progress was something the archangel found amusing.  Pity it would all come to a dead stop very, very soon.

However, not one to pass up an opportunity to see something new, Lucifer watched the ‘man’ as he worked the body which had been granted to him by design, not by any form of ‘natural selection’.  Enhanced.  

“It’s difficult, is it not?”  The voice slid out of the shadows on the far side of the room, “To live up to expectations that are not your own…?”

Hearing the sudden voice come from the shadows caused Steve to punch the punch bag and it went flying from it’s hinges and across the room before landing on the floor split open.

Giving a heavy breathe, he began to look around from where the voice came from and there was something in his gut telling him that it was bad. “Who are you?” He called as innocence flooded in his tone of voice, Steve was a man who had been nobody but turned into somebody. The only thing was he didn’t have his shield so if fighting was to happen then he would have to figure something else out. “These are my expectations sir.. I became this because I have a heart and I have determination” He mentioned truthfully.

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telepathic-labrat:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

Professor Xavier.

How can I help you today?

I found out about what people call mutants and since I’ve been in ice for 70 years I don’t really understand so I was wondering if you could explain?

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telepathic-labrat:

Captain.~

Professor Xaviar.

posted on 9/15/2012, with 3 notes (source: telepathic-labrat) — reblog

“I’ve no reason to do so. You have my word.”

He knew that the man had no real reason to believe him, however. It was strange, meeting more than one of a person. Never knowing how they would react to you or what would put them at ease.

Steve looked towards Loki and the fear turned to confusion, it was funny but he would of thought Loki would want to have the pleasure in killing him or making him his slave since he was there and had helped stop Loki’s plan from prevailing.

“Thought you went back to your world?” He asked, Steve was still getting used to dealing with those from a different world and understanding there was more then one God.

“I… had been taken back, yes.”

“I served my punishment for the crimes I committed against Midgard and it’s people, and then I accompanied Thor when he returned to Midgard. However…. Thor has gone, and now I remain here…”

It was… odd. Explaining himself once more. It was something he hadn’t had to do in a while. Though he could see the confusion on the man’s face. “I assume that you have met many another visage who were not too pleased with you? You need not worry, I have learned my lessons well.”

Steve continued to give a confuse look even when Loki explained, things just didn’t add up as Bruce had said, his mind was like a bag of cats which he understood well enough to mean crazy.

“So… your good?” He asked, everything was trying to fit into his mind and it wouldn’t as well, he knew Loki to be strange and want to rule so him saying he was good just didn’t make sense but if that is what he meant then he would be glad after all he didn’t have his shield so it meant he couldn’t fight.

He couldn’t help but smile at that. No matter how many ‘Steven’s he met, they all seemed to be innocent in their own ways. It was oddly charming and always amusing.

“Things such as ‘good’ and ‘evil’ are man-made concepts… never-the-less, I suppose that you would indeed call me… ‘good’… in a sense. However I much prefer the term ‘neutral’.”

“Is it so strange, Steven? That I have no desire to harm you?”

"Well from the last time I saw you and you was trying to kill us all.. Yes it is" He said honestly because he was an honest and innocent guy really, just in a different era and it was strange to see a man like that.

"So what have you been doing?" He asked curious and wanting to see how ‘good’ he was because Steve certainly didn’t believe him and his guard was still up, this could easily be a trick.

posted on 9/15/2012, with 11 notes (source: themoldedheart-deactivated20130) — reblog

Your OTP is having sex in your bed. The sixth gif in your gif folder is your reaction.

rubrumensis:

thetenthdoctah:

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thelittleroxiesalvatore:

justinmikaelson:

(took from the Selena G. folder… this is so perf)

(Source: odinsalcove)

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moral-antiquity:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

moral-antiquity:

Are you quite done running away now?

“Running away? I- Peggy? Is that you?”

Yes, we’ve been through this. Peggy Carter and very much alive. Steve Rogers, also very much alive.

He continued to stare at her, not quite sure how she was alive or even here and he found himself hugging her. “How are you here?” He asked in confusion.

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Captured || Open RP

onceuponawintersoldier:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

Why was he here? Wasn’t it obvious? Giving his friend a small smile, he quickly began to untie the bonds, looking back incase there were any more of the soldiers coming his way though he figured he would have some outside.

“I’m here to save you Bucky, I heard you had been kidnapped and I got shield to track you down” He explained, soon getting the rope bonds off and patting his friends back a little. “They didn’t hurt you did they?” He asked in a worried tone, he didn’t know about having other versions of himself and he had no idea that Bucky was in fact married to one of the versions, Steve just heard his friend was missing in action and he needed to find and save him.

Bucky watched as Steve untied the rope from his body, freeing him from the chair. He was disoriented and dizzy and the words that Steve was speaking were muffled in his ears. He understood that he was to be rescued and so he attempted to get to his feet. However he was so weak from having been forced into the chair for so long that he legs gave out a little and he fell to the floor. He sighed and looked up at Steve, knowing they had to get out of here fast before anyone else came looking for them. “Nothing I can’t handle kiddo,” he said softly in response to Steve’s question about being hurt. The HYDRA agents had taken no pity on him and had beat him mercilessly however the one thing on his mind now was getting home to his family.

He stood up from the floor, a bit more stable this time and took a few steps towards the door. “We should get out of here Steve before more people come,” he said firmly. He looked around a bit and realized just how dark it was and his eyes were rather unadjusted to the light that was streaming in from the hallway. Blinking back some of the tears brought on by the light he stepped out into the hallway, checking to see if there were any agents out there.

Seeing him fall to his knees, Steve instantly ran over and helped him, holding him to make sure he was stable before looking towards him, seeing how badly beaten he was, he wanted nothing more then to go deeper, find the culprit and beat them up but he couldn’t, he wasn’t like that.

Running over to Bucky, he lifted the man up over his shoulder just to make things easier and he began to run quickly looking around to see if there were any soldiers around that could come after them.

"Why did they want you? Do you know?" He asked with worry yet determination in his voice as he saw more soldiers come and made quick moves with the shield to protect himself and Bucky.

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moral-antiquity:

Are you quite done running away now?

"Running away? I- Peggy? Is that you?"

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supercilious-ruler:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

supercilious-ruler:

protectorofstarsandstripes:

supercilious-ruler:

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Aah, another soldier.

Good morn, good morn.

“Loki..” Steve gave a quite scared look only because he didn’t have his shield on him, thinking he wouldn’t need it, he had hoped for a relaxing day where he could go work out and go to his favourite cafe for a coffee which he enjoyed but it looked like that was going to change.

The god could see the fear in the other man’s face. His own expression softened slightly.

“Come now, Steven. I am not going to harm you.”

“I’ve no reason to do so. You have my word.”

He knew that the man had no real reason to believe him, however. It was strange, meeting more than one of a person. Never knowing how they would react to you or what would put them at ease.

Steve looked towards Loki and the fear turned to confusion, it was funny but he would of thought Loki would want to have the pleasure in killing him or making him his slave since he was there and had helped stop Loki’s plan from prevailing.

“Thought you went back to your world?” He asked, Steve was still getting used to dealing with those from a different world and understanding there was more then one God.

“I… had been taken back, yes.”

“I served my punishment for the crimes I committed against Midgard and it’s people, and then I accompanied Thor when he returned to Midgard. However…. Thor has gone, and now I remain here…”

It was… odd. Explaining himself once more. It was something he hadn’t had to do in a while. Though he could see the confusion on the man’s face. “I assume that you have met many another visage who were not too pleased with you? You need not worry, I have learned my lessons well.”

Steve continued to give a confuse look even when Loki explained, things just didn’t add up as Bruce had said, his mind was like a bag of cats which he understood well enough to mean crazy.

"So… your good?" He asked, everything was trying to fit into his mind and it wouldn’t as well, he knew Loki to be strange and want to rule so him saying he was good just didn’t make sense but if that is what he meant then he would be glad after all he didn’t have his shield so it meant he couldn’t fight.

posted on 9/15/2012, with 11 notes (source: themoldedheart-deactivated20130) — reblog