The Captain Is In

When you came in the air went out, and all those shadows there filled up with doubt.

peggypectouch:

fatherofinnovention:

It’s late in the afternoon by the time Howard raps his knuckles against the glossy wood of Peggy’s apartment door. He doesn’t fidget nervously as he waits; the edges of his caramel-colored Caraceni suit are already pressed and perfectly in order, his hair is slicked back without so much as a strand out of place, and a full bouquet of red roses rests comfortably in the crook of his arm. He couldn’t find a reason in the world to be nervous if he tried, not when he looks this good.

Besides, he thinks to himself, checking the time on the face of his Stark Phone, it’s just a few old friends catching up on some lost time. Not like I’m giving Rogers the high hat or anything. He’ll understand. 

—Maybe.

There hasn’t been an awful lot to do around SHIELD headquarters since Peggy arrived. For all that they were dealing with worldly catastrophes on a daily basis, they seemed to have very little use for a former-founder who’d mysteriously dropped out of time. Aside from a little testing for gamma radiation (inconclusive), the only thing she’d had to do lately was acclimate to the intense differences between her time and this one. She hadn’t done a particularly great job of it, especially given that any time she wanted to leave the base on her own she had to take an escort out with her. It wasn’t exactly the sort of freedom Americans always advertised, but she’d adjusted to it in her usual stern way.

She’d gotten the okay to take a night out with Howard, though; she’d chosen to ignore the raised eyebrows of her supervisor. There was apparently some lore within SHIELD about the pair of them, though she hadn’t asked about that either. She’d only seen the pictures: dim black and white photos of a life she hadn’t lived, of people she hadn’t met or allied with. The only face she truly knew was Howard’s, always grinning his obnoxious grin, always standing closer to her than the others. They’d created something together, apparently. This organization had been the result of their collaborative efforts, and for whatever reason… that unnerved her.

Steve’s distance hadn’t helped much, either. He’d call, of course, whenever he was going to be out of reach, but sometimes his voice on the end of the line did nothing more than remind her of how she lost him. She swallowed those feelings down, though, reckoning they had no use but to make her feel worse. She was out of her depth everywhere she went, and the constant reminders of the life she was missing hadn’t done much to put her at ease. So she’d taken Howard up on his offer, even if it meant openly discussing things that a lady of her caliber would more often shuffle under the rug.

She opened the door to his knock, looking very much herself now she’d gotten more comfortable with modern clothing. She hadn’t dressed up nearly as much as he had, though when she opened the door her eyes feel immediately to the roses. She looked back up at him, lifting an eyebrow, but didn’t directly comment. She pursed her lips— which had, of course, been painted their signature red.
“Stark. I hope all that effort wasn’t just for me.”
She was smiling.

fatherofinnovention:

callmecap:

notiron:

duckduckhawk:

Here you go buddy. You can use it for your t-shirts.

We’ll need that in a higher resolution for the aerial banners.

Tony, no.

Let me give you a hand, Steve.

What in blazes?

Where are you all getting these photos from?

(Source: number1odinson)

odinbros:

callmecap started following you

Oh gosh—

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Mr. Rogers, sir? It’s an honor.

Hello, Miss Kayla.

It’s a pleasure to meet you.  Thank you for following me.  Can’t say I’ll be very busy on here but say hello anytime. 

(Is your keyboard okay?)

-Steve

notiron:

giving love a bad name: number1odinson: frostblooded: number1odinson: notiron: number1odinson:…

duckduckhawk:

number1odinson:

frostblooded:

number1odinson:

notiron:

number1odinson:

Loki. Loki, I’ve just learned that there is a term for us as a team.

It is called ‘Thorki’.

Thorki! Your name and mine, together! Is that not clever?

#I should ask if Tony would have shirts crafted for us

Oh, there’ll be t-shirts.

#and hats #and mugs #and g-strings

What is a g-string? 

  is it a candy?

I am incredulous in the face of your stupidity.  You’ve been on Midgard—on the Internet—for how long, now?  What do you do when you walk around?  What do you read or see when you scroll through these pages?  Does every bit of information enter your brain and then simply evaporate, like water turning to steam?  

There are edible sweets here made to be like string, and, according to Clint Barton, my assumptions are correct.

Here you go buddy. You can use it for your t-shirts.

We’ll need that in a higher resolution for the aerial banners.

Tony, no.

duckduckhawk:

number1odinson:

frostblooded:

number1odinson:

notiron:

number1odinson:

Loki. Loki, I’ve just learned that there is a term for us as a team.

It is called ‘Thorki’.

Thorki! Your name and mine, together! Is that not clever?

#I should ask if Tony would have shirts crafted for us

Oh, there’ll be t-shirts.

#and hats #and mugs #and g-strings

What is a g-string? 

  is it a candy?

I am incredulous in the face of your stupidity.  You’ve been on Midgard—on the Internet—for how long, now?  What do you do when you walk around?  What do you read or see when you scroll through these pages?  Does every bit of information enter your brain and then simply evaporate, like water turning to steam?  

There are edible sweets here made to be like string, and, according to Clint Barton, my assumptions are correct.

Here you go buddy. You can use it for your t-shirts.

Good grief, Clint. 

Where did you find that? No, don’t answer that.

Loki-

duckduckhawk:

callmecap:

duckduckhawk:

frostblooded:

duckduckhawk:

frostblooded:

duckduckhawk:

There’s nothing wrong with one man having a healthy admiration for another man’s biceps.

I make no judgments; I merely wonder at the precise depth and nature of this admiration.  Are you jealous, perhaps?  

#or is this a romantic matter

Have you seen the guy’s arms?

Up close and personal.

#when he’s punching me in the face

He’s probably just mad at you for the lukewarm response to his arms.

I’m not sure how I feel about this conversation.

Why are you having it?

Don’t worry, Cap. I like your biceps too.

I’m not worried, Clint. Honestly.