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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He's on his sixth sketch of Steve's new uniform when he realizes he won't be getting anything else done today. It's not that he's stuck in a rut - he has a USO poster, stained with watered down coffee and folded over in one corner, and Steve's own doodles to help him fulfill a war hero's request - but that he keeps drawing Steve's upper body and then including the signature star and a dash of colors as an afterthought.
He can't help it; he may thrive on progress and the nonstop evolution of technology, but he can't stop marveling at the perfection Dr. Erskine managed to achieve with the human body. And it's because he can't stop marveling, or expressing his admiration on paper because who said inventors couldn't also be artists, that he decides to close shop early. He can't perform at his very best when he's distracted, and Colonel Phillips and the war demand nothing but the best.
"Boys," he says to the two assistants still with him in the lab. "I think we've done enough for today. Take the rest of the night off and come back tomorrow at seven."
"Are you sure, Mr. Stark?" Jamie asks while George immediately starts putting away Morita's modified radio kit.
"When was the last time you went out for a drink without the Nazis dropping bombs on your head?"
The ringing silence is answer enough. Quickly the assistants tidy up the workplace and help Howard stow away the skeleton of a motorcycle. They're obviously eager to get out tonight; everyone's still basking in the glow of Steve's incredible success and sirens haven't gone off even once in the last ten hours. It's a good mood, a swell mood, the kind that tells you to relax and live a little.
Howard shuffles the loose leafs into a manageable stack on his desk and then looks up when he hears something vibration-absording hit a work table.
"Leave that there," he says and George puts down the round half-painted shield. Jamie is at the door, waiting.
"Will that be all, Mr. Stark?" George asks as he pulls on his jacket.
"Yes-wait." He frowns at the three bent slugs on the desk next to the stacks of sketches and layouts. "Either of you know where Steve would be right now?"
"Captain America?" Jamie says. "Well, I don't know where he would be but a lot of folks go to the Whip and Fiddle Pub after hours, when there isn't a bomb raid."
"Huh. Okay." He picks up a slug and rubs his thumb over the flattened head, recalling the rapid thunks as each bullet hit the shield and fell to Steve's feet. He's jerked out of his reverie when someone politely clears his throat and realizes his assistants are still in the lab. "Yes, that is all."
They're gone in the blink of an eye, leaving Howard to contemplate the slug in his hand and the sketch on top of the pile that's less a study of how the new uniform will look on Steve and more how Steve looks as himself.
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*settles in for a good story*
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