Prompt Post 001
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Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
- Please be civil and respectful towards each other.
- One prompt per comment. Feel free to post more ( Read more... )
Fury and Coulson had briefed him on his situation and they had told him that over the years, he still had admirers. Steve hadn't expected anyone like this, though.
Steve had left his door open. He couldn't explain why. Maybe he thought a familiar face might walk back in against all impossibility. Instead, a figure covered in a red and black body suit and mask poked his head in.
"Whoa, Captain America! I'd know that handsome, bizarrely Aryan mug anywhere!" The figure (a man, Steve supposed) bounced into the room and did a backflip. "You know, I always did think it was a little weird that the Nazis got their asses handed to them by a guy who looked like their wacky ideal..."
Steve can feel his mouth hanging open as he watches the stranger, noticing the narrows swords sheathed and strapped to his back. "So you're a fan?"
"Oh, yeah. I've read all the comic books and I even bought all your old newsreels on DVD---had to kill a minor Arab sheikh to get that money. I love those things---they're even cheesier than Army of Darkness! But now you're here! Which is a thousand times better, don'tcha know." The man stood up, crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. "I didn't believe it at first because I heard a couple of S.H.I.E.L.D. mooks talking about it, and everyone knows that mooks and goons don't ever know any accurate information except random tidbits on how to destroy the villains evil lair. But then that cute little intern, whose name I'm totally blanking on---Daisy? Delaney? Something trendy-sounding but not in the Top 100---she told me about it when she brought me some chimichangas and she's practically Coulson's assistant or something, so I figured it was true. So now we're here. And it's amazing!" He made jazz hands motions and twirled around excitedly.
Steve blinked several times. "Does everyone nowadays talk that fast?"
"Nah, just me. Forgot to introduce myself in my fanboy SQUEE!" The man held his hand out. "Name's Deadpool. Also Wade Wilson, but the jury's out on whether I stole that or not. They're keeping me here because they think I have information on something---I don't even know what---but I stay because I kind of like it. Like I said, I'm totally a fan."
"Well, uh, that's good to know." Steve's ears seemed to burn with the amount and speed of language they'd just processed.
"WILSON!" Fury's voice booms in the corridor.
"Whoops, gotta go!" Deadpool rushed over to Steve, bent down, and kiss him in the space of about five seconds. There was definitely a mouth behind that mask. A very toothy one. Then Deadpool, or Wilson, sprang back and practically leapt out the door. Steve could hear him trying to placate Fury. "It's not like I was bothering him or anything...well, I probably was, but it had to be a lot more entertaining than whatever faux-military jargon you and your suits have been throwing at him since he woke up."
Steve took a deep breath and decided that Wilson wasn't completely wrong.
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<3333333333 IlovethisIlovethisIlovethis!!
Fanboy Wade is LOVE:D
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(And LOL - "'Jury's still out on whether I stole that or not.'" /dying of laughter)
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Then one day (possibly a Wednesday---it feels like one), when the walls began to crawl closer around him, Steve went to the gym to go a few rounds with the punching bag. As soon as he walked in, he saw Wilson, hanging upside down from one of the rafters, waving at him.
"High-dee-ho, Cap!" he asked, his arms moving so rapidly that Steve was surprised he kept his balance. "Can I call you Cap or do you prefer Steve? Captain Rogers is probably more 'correct', but I'm not a formal guy. And definitely not 'Mister Rogers' 'cause now I have trolleys swirling around in my brain. But it's definitely a beautiful day in the neighborhood when you're here, Cap."
"I don't really have a preference," Steve told him as he began to pound the bag a little harder it was meant to be hit. "Deadpool, can I ask you a question?"
"Oh, my name sound so darn wonderful when you say it!" Wilson said dreamily, with a giant, affect sigh. "But yeah, shoot."
"What do you want from me?" His hand THUD-ed against the punching bag.
Wilson hoisted himself up and turned around to sit on the rafter facing Steve. "Nothing, dude, except maybe your company or the chance to whisk you off to a little island where we'd live on a farm raising mutated goats. Except that farming sucks. Anyway, why are you surprised? Everybody loves you. You're like Brad Pitt: the only people who genuinely hate you are snobby, socialist pseudo-intellectuals who still think that Woody Allen movies are original and that living in communes is productive."
"Who's Brad Pitt?"
"Oh, boy, I forgot about that. I am totally making you watch Fight Club. And Inglourious Basterds. And Cool World, just because it's trippy." Wilson kicked his feet happily.
"Hey, Wade! I brought you a sugar fix!" a female voice called out. It was that pretty dark-haired, blue-eyed girl Steve always saw wandering around the building, usually in a hurry, but now she was holding up a large white paper bag and smiling cheekily up at Wilson.
"Darcy! My very, very favorite beautiful intern!" Wilson hopped all the way down and landed perfectly on his feet, but did a somersault, probably just because he could. "Whatcha got today?"
"A whole crazy assortment. It was one of those wishy-washy days." She opened the bag and Wilson took out a ridiculously large cookie---in the old days, desserts that size only came out of state fairs. Then Darcy held out the bag in Steve's direction. "Want some, Captain Tightpants?"
"Uh..."
"Of course he does! Give him something, Darce!" Wilson said with a thumbs-up.
"Dude, if you don't pick something, me and Wade will eat all this and that'll be the Sugarpocalypse. Or Sugnarok." She shook the open bag and smiled at him. Steve took a strawberry danish that was about half the size of his face. "God, you two are cute together, you know that?"
"I, uh..." Steve racked his brain for the right response.
"Well, you know, Darce, we government experiments have to stick together!" Wilson clapped Steve on the shoulder. Steve could only guess that he was grinning.
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"Of course it's not a good idea, Cap. I only ever had one of those---June 23, 1997," Wilson said, pausing to spin the katana together like a sharp, silver wheel.
"What was it?"
"I don't know anymore." He tossed the swords and flipped backward onto the next beam.
"I once thought I had a good idea," Darcy said through a mouthful of brownie. "I took a lit class on Jane Austen for an elective and thought I could just watch the movies. It flopped when I based my final paper's thesis on Darcy's open-shirt rowing scene. Turns out that's not in the book."
"Aw, that's what I woulda done, Darce." Toss, flip. Toss, leap.
Steve took a cookie out of the bag this time, one covered in M&M's. "So, Darcy, you're a college girl?"
"Yup, I'm only doing the whole S.H.I.E.L.D. thing to finish up six credits. Political science. One day, I'll be a senator and you guys will totally be my security guards."
"'Cept I'll be your top aide!" Wilson shouted, swiping the swords against each other.
"So you'd be the first, then? Woman senator, I mean."
Darcy looked at him like he'd just grown two extra heads. Then she laughed, reached up, and patted him on the head. "You are such a cute little Martian! And no."
"You tell 'im, Darcy!" Toss, jump. Toss, twirl.
Steve's cheeks grew hot. "Just wondering: do you and Wilson...are you two..."
"Me and Wade?" She laughed again, more giggly this time. "Nah, he's just my new BFF---he's the only guy around who's not a lame suit. Except for that guy in the file room who's got those dreamy green eyes---his name's Luke, I think. And Wade's got a much bigger crush on you anyway."
"You mean he's a---"
"He likes everything."
"Jesus, Cap, with your smooth moves, you're making me look like George Clooney." Wilson threw the katana against and jumped. Or at least Ryan Reynoooooooh!!!"
Wilson fell in slow motion with his arms and legs wiggling helplessly right before the swords pierced him onto the floor. At least, that's how Steve would remember it. He wouldn't remember running to his side (or Darcy following him), only the sight of Wilson splayed out a copy of the Vetruvian Man he'd once seen in an art book, only with more blades.
"Hi, Steve. What did you think of that landing?"
"You're still...does this place have a hospital wing?" Steve wondered why he still didn't know that.
"Don't sweat it, just pull these things out already!" Wilson reached over towards one of the katana with his unpierced arm, but quickly gave up. Steve yanked out the one in his side, then the one in his left arm. Wilson sprang up immediately. "Thanks for that, Cap! All good now!"
"Uh, how do you feel?" He heard Wilson's bones snap back into place. Not possible. Not even for Steve.
"Christlike, as always."
"As gross as it is, I kind of love it when he does that," Darcy remarked. They both ignored her.
"How did you---? You can't really---?"
Wilson punched him in the arm. "Like I said, Cap, we government experiments gotta stick together."
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Now I totally wanna see Wolverine and X23 and anyone else who's an experiment to get in on this. It would be a party: a very crazy, very violent, very *fun* party.
Anyway, can't wait to read the rest; Deadpool always makes for a good story. More soon please!
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"Director Fury." He saluted, though his eyes wandered to the too many screens littered around the control room. "Permission to speak freely sir?"
"Granted." Fury nodded and Steve felt that one good eye examining every inch of him. Maybe the patch was studying him, too. "Tell me, to what do I owe this rare visit?"
"Was the Super-Soldier Project ever re-opened?"
"The government attempted to improve upon the project several times over the years, with less-than-desirable results." The eye (and the patch) zoomed in. "Why the sudden curiosity?"
Steve took deliberate steps as he walked onto the raised platform. "Dr. Erskine told me right before the operation that the serum enhances someone's perosnality, like turning goodness into greatness. Would it turn oddness into complete insanity?"
"Wade Wilson is not one of the attempted relaunches' failures."
"He's one of its successes?"
Fury began to pace back and forth. "Wilson was never part of that project. He was a test subject in the Weapon X Program, an attempt to graft mutant abilities onto humans."
"Mutants?"
"The next step in evolution---a new type of human with seemingly supernatural abilities: flight, telepathy, telekinesis, cryokinesis, pyrokinesis, and any other 'kinesis' you could imagine. But that's another briefing session."
Steve ran his hand through his hair. "What in hell did you folks give him?"
"It was not a S.H.I.E.L.D. project and only a few files remain. The rest were destroyed." Fury tapped a few computer buttons and brought up a picture of a man with wild dark hair and metal claws coming out of his hands. "As far as we can tell, Wilson was dying when he enter the program, so he received DNA from this mutant, Wolverine. It contained a healing factor as well as superstrength and heightened agility, but you've already seen that, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir. It was...a bit disgusting." Steve nearly shivered imagining that snaping sound.
"Has he told you why he's here, Captain?"
"You want information on something, but he has no idea what. Or can't remember."
"We've been running tests. We've learned that his body has both embraced and rejected the healing factor, which is why his mind is in constant flux."
Steve tried not to roll his eyes at the words. "He's mad as a hatter. Are you using him to catch this Wolverine?"
"Wolverine is not a threat, for the time being, at least."
"So he's just a lab rat? A frog in biology class?"
Fury glared at him.
"Director, what does he look like under that mask."
"No one knows. He refuses to take the suit off---we just poke the needles through." Fury stroked his chin. "But he trusts you, Captain. And wouldn't you like to know?"
"I'm not an informant, sir."
"Of course you're not. But you could make yourself useful---"
"That's not a mission; that's betrayal."
"You grow loyal pretty quickly, you know that?"
"I think I can afford to be picky with the directives I accept now that there's not a war on."
"Not the kind you're used to," Fury said with an icy stare.
Steve turned to leave and heard one set of footsteps hurrying away in the corridor.
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OP.
FUCKING.
LOVES.
YOU.
I am dying of laughter and I love poor confused Steve and absolutely nuts!Deadpool and I love how IC this is and how much sense it makes and OH MY GOD I need to go read it again. :DDDDDD
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This part makes me want more Cap/Fury. I think I shall go post a prompt now. Love it.
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"Like I already told Miss Lewis, you should avoid Wade Wilson," he said in his usual, almost icy way.
"Because he's nuts, right?" Steve sighed.
"Because he is one of the most unpredictable and strangely competent assassins I have ever seen."
"I think he prefers the term 'mercenary.'"
Coulson sneered slightly. "Regardless of terminology, we have footage of Wilson weaponizing a pair of water wings."
Steve blinked. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Men like him do not have friends or buddies. In my professional opinion, it's only a matter of time before we have a dead icon on our hands if you continue to associate with him."
Steve looked pointedly down at Coulson. "Let me worry about that." He left Coulson in his corner and continued down the hall.
This time, Darcy popped out of nowhere. "So did you get the 'stay away from that boy because he's trouble and we'll have no dancing in this town, missy' speech yet?"
"I think so."
"You think he's right?"
"I'd like to find out from the source."
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