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.
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"You're not forgettable, believe me." Steve sat down on the cot to get away from Wilson's crawling fingers, which felt a little nicer than they should have once he lightened his touch.
"I probably am if you try hard enough. I'll just turn into some red-and-black talking blur in the back of your mind that only rears its head when you're dreaming. It's probably 'healthier' that way, at least that's how all the shrinks in this place would put it." Wilson took on a high, nasal voice. "'Wade, you know that you'll never improve if you continue to indulge your own fantasies of having a constantly present audience.' 'Mr. Wilson, you will never change unless you stop blaming your behavior on your condition. The moment you begin to take responsibility for your actions is when you will finally stop taking pleasure in violence.' Yeah, let them wrestle with cancer and a healing factor reenacting every major Civil War battle in their bodies and we'll see how they handle it. I think I'm on the Battle of Shiloh right now..."
Steve's ears perked up at the last couple of sentences. "Cancer?"
"Yeah. Why, what did they tell you?"
"Just that you were dying. Fury didn't go into details. It sounded like you were mortally wounded."
Wilson plopped down next to Steve on the cot. "If that were true, dude, d'you think this would've happened?" He peeled his mask off slowly.
Numbness crept into Steve's face as he stared at Wilson's. Veiny lines of skin wandered across once decent-looking features, forming now-pitted cheeks, a somewhat lumpy nose, and a bald head with more craters than the moon.
"Aren't we g-boys handsome? They just love churning out an army of GQ models." The face formed a wry smile and two brown eyes twinkled. They were still nice eyes.
Steve opened his mouth, but only air streamed out. His arm reached out toward Wilson almost involuntarily.
"Alright, here." Wilson grabbed his hand and passed his fingers over the vein-like skin, pressing them into the small pits. Steve took several deep breaths. He thought Wilson's face would feel hard, maybe coarse, but it really only felt like plain old skin. Just a face. "You know, Steve, I'm pretty surprised that you haven't run out screaming yet. Hell, I'm surprised that you've been nice to me at all. I mean, every TV episode dealing with hero worship can't be wrong, right? I used to imagine that if they ever found you, you'd turn out to be this giant jerk and we'd all learn a lesson about propaganda and believing in heroes, but I'm really, really glad you're not because when I'm around you, I feel like less of a psycho because you're the first person I met in here who doesn't treat me like I'm a whackjob, which I am, and I probably wouldn't have run into Darcy and Luke if it weren't for you, and dear Jesus, this is the stuff I'm not supposed to say out loud, but dammit---"
Steve smashed his lips against Wilson's---Wade's. It was rash, it was sloppy, and Steve didn't care because he got Wade to stop talking before he blushed anymore. Then he pulled back. "Well, Wade, you're the only person in this crazy future who actually thinks I still matter."
Wade rested his forehead against Steve's and ran gloved fingers underneath his T-shirt. "You do, Cap. You do."
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