Title: List of Avengers Head Canon ~ Steve Rogers #2 & 3
Title: List of Avengers Head Canon ~ Steve Rogers #2
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Avengers
Summary: Just a list of my head canons for members of the Avengers and their friends. Short fics for each number will follow : )
Type / Pairings: Varied
Main characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE AVENGERS MOVIE AND OTHER MARVEL MOVIEVERSE MOVIES
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
6. Despite what everyone thinks, Steve is not afraid of the modern world and he has friends beyond S.H.I.E.L.D., the team and those they introduce him too.
Though Fury (and a significant percentage of…well, everyone) seemed to think Steve was going to start twitching and ranting about the evils of the modern world if he was exposed to much of it (outside of battle), Steve Rogers was not some delicate, emotionally unstable flower. He fully grasped the idea that the world had changed during the 70 years he spent asleep, and yes he'd had some initial shock, but he'd also had a lot of experience learning to adapt.
Once the initial media insanity after the Chitauri invasion waned, Steve liked to walk around the city, observing the changes and meeting people.
There was a small, rather bohemian hole in the wall coffee shop a few blocks from the Tower where he stopped to chat with Holly, the owner/baker/barista, and Lux and Ashton, two of the regulars. Holly smelled like cinnamon and sugar and always saved him a warm blueberry muffin while Lux and Ashton wore a lot of black and chain-smoked funny smelling cigarettes while they discussed the news of the day or local bands.
On his morning jogs, he regularly paused to say hello to Officers Sean Bethel and Alice Ryan, who walked the beat by Central Park. Alice had a four-year-old son who was ‘the biggest Captain America fan’ and the screensaver on her phone was a picture of the boy with a little toy version of Steve's own shield.
Steve liked to visit MOMA on Tuesdays, as his favorite docent, Michael Kang, was on duty. The young man was an art history student and Steve enjoyed their lively discussions as they walked the exhibits.
On Wednesdays, he always saw Louis, Sibohan and Zara behind some of the high-end restaurants, sorting through the dumpsters. They introduced him to the concept of Freeganism, the practice of reclaiming and eating food that has been discarded, an idea which he found refreshing in the very consumerist society of modern-day America. He'd even been over to their community once (okay, so he knew squatting in an abandoned building was illegal, but it was there and no one was using it, so he didn't see why anyone should have a problem with people living there), shared a reclaimed meal and it had been really good.
Sometimes on Saturdays, he'd join in the pickup soccer game in the park. He'd never really played the game before, but it was fun. By the end, everyone would be sweaty and muddy and they’d go out for pizza.
In a been funny when, one lazy Friday afternoon, he got a text from Holly about an open mic night at the café and happily replied that he'd be there. As he rose to throw on a clean shirt, he realized the rest of the team were watching him from their positions sprawled around the TV.
“Got a mission, Cap?” Clint asked, somewhat curiously, but he didn't seem thrilled by the prospect.
“Nothing like that,” Steve assured him, waving his phone. “Just going to meet up with some friends.”
As he left the room, he heard Tony ask, “When did Steve get friends that aren’t us?”
Steve chose to ignore them when they were rather unsubtle about tailing him to the coffee shop.
10. When Steve moves in to Stark Tower, he doesn’t immediately think to question how there is an entire wardrobe full of clothes tailored specifically for him already there.
After living in the small, underground apartment S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided for him, moving into Stark Tower…Avengers Tower, was a bit of a shock. Tony had allocated an entire floor for each member of the team and decorated said floor to reflect something of each person. Steve's floor was full of simple, warm décor, large, fluffy couches and chairs and sturdy wooden furniture.
He'd never seen such a large bed and he loved the floor to ceiling windows in his bedroom. The light was beautiful and he was touched to see an easel and art supplies set up by the window.
When he opened the closet to put away what few items of clothing he had, Steve wasn't that surprised to see it fully stocked. Pants were hung neatly, as were shirts, sweaters were folded on the shelf. T-shirts were hidden away in drawers as were worked out gear, socks and underwear.
Everything seemed modest, if a bit updated from what S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided him, so he didn't think about it.
A few days later, he wandered into the kitchen on one of the communal floors, intent on finding something to eat. Natasha was already there, perched on one of the stools by the counter, sipping a cup of tea.
“Good afternoon Natasha,” he greeted her, pulling open the fridge and grinning to see the array of sliced deli meat.
“Cap,” she said in reply and he heard her shift on her seat. “Is that cashmere?”
He turned to place the meats and cheeses on the counter as he asked, “Cashmere?”
“Your sweater.”
Steve looked down at himself. He was wearing a pair of under pleated khaki pants and a white T-shirt layered underneath a rich blue, the v-necked sweater made of an incredibly soft wool. “Is that what this is? It's very nice. There were a bunch of them in my closet.”
“Ah,” Natasha said, smirking into her cup.
Ah?
Tony had bought clothes for Bruce and Thor, so wasn't that strange that Steve had gotten new clothes too…right?
Jane #1 & Natasha #1 & 2
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Avengers
Summary: Just a list of my head canons for members of the Avengers and their friends. Short fics for each number will follow : )
Type / Pairings: Varied
Main characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE AVENGERS MOVIE AND OTHER MARVEL MOVIEVERSE MOVIES
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
6. Despite what everyone thinks, Steve is not afraid of the modern world and he has friends beyond S.H.I.E.L.D., the team and those they introduce him too.
Though Fury (and a significant percentage of…well, everyone) seemed to think Steve was going to start twitching and ranting about the evils of the modern world if he was exposed to much of it (outside of battle), Steve Rogers was not some delicate, emotionally unstable flower. He fully grasped the idea that the world had changed during the 70 years he spent asleep, and yes he'd had some initial shock, but he'd also had a lot of experience learning to adapt.
Once the initial media insanity after the Chitauri invasion waned, Steve liked to walk around the city, observing the changes and meeting people.
There was a small, rather bohemian hole in the wall coffee shop a few blocks from the Tower where he stopped to chat with Holly, the owner/baker/barista, and Lux and Ashton, two of the regulars. Holly smelled like cinnamon and sugar and always saved him a warm blueberry muffin while Lux and Ashton wore a lot of black and chain-smoked funny smelling cigarettes while they discussed the news of the day or local bands.
On his morning jogs, he regularly paused to say hello to Officers Sean Bethel and Alice Ryan, who walked the beat by Central Park. Alice had a four-year-old son who was ‘the biggest Captain America fan’ and the screensaver on her phone was a picture of the boy with a little toy version of Steve's own shield.
Steve liked to visit MOMA on Tuesdays, as his favorite docent, Michael Kang, was on duty. The young man was an art history student and Steve enjoyed their lively discussions as they walked the exhibits.
On Wednesdays, he always saw Louis, Sibohan and Zara behind some of the high-end restaurants, sorting through the dumpsters. They introduced him to the concept of Freeganism, the practice of reclaiming and eating food that has been discarded, an idea which he found refreshing in the very consumerist society of modern-day America. He'd even been over to their community once (okay, so he knew squatting in an abandoned building was illegal, but it was there and no one was using it, so he didn't see why anyone should have a problem with people living there), shared a reclaimed meal and it had been really good.
Sometimes on Saturdays, he'd join in the pickup soccer game in the park. He'd never really played the game before, but it was fun. By the end, everyone would be sweaty and muddy and they’d go out for pizza.
In a been funny when, one lazy Friday afternoon, he got a text from Holly about an open mic night at the café and happily replied that he'd be there. As he rose to throw on a clean shirt, he realized the rest of the team were watching him from their positions sprawled around the TV.
“Got a mission, Cap?” Clint asked, somewhat curiously, but he didn't seem thrilled by the prospect.
“Nothing like that,” Steve assured him, waving his phone. “Just going to meet up with some friends.”
As he left the room, he heard Tony ask, “When did Steve get friends that aren’t us?”
Steve chose to ignore them when they were rather unsubtle about tailing him to the coffee shop.
10. When Steve moves in to Stark Tower, he doesn’t immediately think to question how there is an entire wardrobe full of clothes tailored specifically for him already there.
After living in the small, underground apartment S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided for him, moving into Stark Tower…Avengers Tower, was a bit of a shock. Tony had allocated an entire floor for each member of the team and decorated said floor to reflect something of each person. Steve's floor was full of simple, warm décor, large, fluffy couches and chairs and sturdy wooden furniture.
He'd never seen such a large bed and he loved the floor to ceiling windows in his bedroom. The light was beautiful and he was touched to see an easel and art supplies set up by the window.
When he opened the closet to put away what few items of clothing he had, Steve wasn't that surprised to see it fully stocked. Pants were hung neatly, as were shirts, sweaters were folded on the shelf. T-shirts were hidden away in drawers as were worked out gear, socks and underwear.
Everything seemed modest, if a bit updated from what S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided him, so he didn't think about it.
A few days later, he wandered into the kitchen on one of the communal floors, intent on finding something to eat. Natasha was already there, perched on one of the stools by the counter, sipping a cup of tea.
“Good afternoon Natasha,” he greeted her, pulling open the fridge and grinning to see the array of sliced deli meat.
“Cap,” she said in reply and he heard her shift on her seat. “Is that cashmere?”
He turned to place the meats and cheeses on the counter as he asked, “Cashmere?”
“Your sweater.”
Steve looked down at himself. He was wearing a pair of under pleated khaki pants and a white T-shirt layered underneath a rich blue, the v-necked sweater made of an incredibly soft wool. “Is that what this is? It's very nice. There were a bunch of them in my closet.”
“Ah,” Natasha said, smirking into her cup.
Ah?
Tony had bought clothes for Bruce and Thor, so wasn't that strange that Steve had gotten new clothes too…right?
Jane #1 & Natasha #1 & 2