Captain America and Chat prompts
Lately tenebris and I have been chatting and squeeing over Superbowl clips like Captain America 2's trailer, so when she suggested prompting each other in chat, my mind went straight to CAPTAIN AMERICA.
Four snippets on Steve, Bucky, Natasha and OT3 FEELS~ below. Prompts are in bold.
The holes of my sweater
Bucky stares at the lumpy sweater that Steve is waving at him. "What's this? It looks like you could get lost in it." He takes it and shakes it out. "It looks like I could get lost in this, and I'm not as skinny as you."
"Shut it," says Steve, and feels the tips of his ears go red in a way that has nothing to do with the weather. "It's Christmas, isn't it? It seemed appropriate."
"Sure," says Bucky, eyeing the dancing snowmen. "Real festive. Did you mug an old woman to get this?"
"No! I got Dame Betsy on the corner to make it." Steve hadn't been good with the knitting needles at all, and she'd kindly agreed to make the sweater instead. Steve had been too grateful to remember details like giving her Bucky's measurements. "Well if you don't want it - "
"Nah, it's good." Bucky pulls it over his head, and Steve finally gets himself to stop fidgetting. That wasn't so bad.
He changes his mind when Bucky lifts the hem of his sweater and tries to trap Steve in it too. "Bucky!" He hears the name come out as a squawk, but is too flustered to care.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
The Winter Soldier knows that they keep him in stasis between missions, a dangerous weapon that is only loaded when it needs to be aimed at something. But the years fall away like seconds while he sleeps, and he finds that he's always bone weary at the start of each mission.
He bears it, like he's been trained to do, reasons away the bone weariness as the weight of experience. His targets might move faster and thrash more violently but in the face of the Winter Soldier their resistance wearies and weakens. He is magnamious when that happens, and grants them the final rest that eludes him.
His newest target should be just as bone-weary as he is, if the age of his memory in the Winter Soldier's brain is right. But he fights back as hard as any of the Winter Soldier's targets. Harder even.
If this Captain America can push aside his exhaustion and give the fight his all, the Winter Soldier can do no less.
But this is my dream
Natasha is surrounded by various pairs of pointe shoes.
The ballet shop was hard to find, and even harder to make an appointment for. It's almost like the fancy tailors in Europe, only that there was a level of decorum at these places. Here a steady stream of people come in and out: young girls who just want to pass this rite of passage in their ballet lessons; prima donnas and prima donnas in training who are raring to prove their ambition; the dancer from the corps who has let go of all this dreams and has ruined her comfortable pair of shoes, she'll have to break in a new one dammit.
Natasha is not sure where she belongs among all these people. While the owner had cooed over her strong ankles, Natasha still can't tell if ballet is a dream that the Red Room implanted in her no matter how hard she tries.
Natasha is not one to let difficult problems faze her. She can't trust her mind but she can trust her body. The only way to tell the truth from the lie is to dance.
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
Of the three of them, it's Steve that falls asleep first.
Over his head, Natasha and - Bucky, he supposes, even though the name is strange to think about in the context of Natasha, but Steve is here, Steve was the person who gave Bucky back his name, and Bucky is going to use that name for as long as he can, just you try to take that away from him now! - Bucky exchange looks that convey their concern about Steve's naivete. Trust Steve to fall asleep when two dangerous people are in the room with him.
It's Natasha who speaks first. "If you touch him, I'll kill you."
Bucky smirks back, even though the comment smarts. One part of him grimaces because he's the one who's known Steve longer, even if he hasn't been a good buddy lately. Another is upset that Natasha, Natasha, can talk to him this way, as if all the things between them didn't matter when it comes to Steve.
What Bucky does say is, "That'll make it tough to wake him up."
Natasha simply extends her leg (it's still as shapely, it still makes Bucky want to run his hands along it) and nudges Steve with a toe.
Steve leaps up, a soldier's reflexes at being startled, and grabs his shield. "What - " he starts, before registering that no attack is coming from the window he's crouched before. "What is it?" he whispers to Natasha, his body still taut and at the ready.
"He had an issue with you sleeping," says Natasha, the words giving nothing away, though the way that she tilts her chin in Bucky's direction is close to a laugh.
Steve shots Bucky an annoyed look, and slumps back down over his shield. "Wake me up when there is a threat," he grumbles.
Bucky and Natasha exchange another look, this time a variant on Americans and their confusing behaviour.
Four snippets on Steve, Bucky, Natasha and OT3 FEELS~ below. Prompts are in bold.
The holes of my sweater
Bucky stares at the lumpy sweater that Steve is waving at him. "What's this? It looks like you could get lost in it." He takes it and shakes it out. "It looks like I could get lost in this, and I'm not as skinny as you."
"Shut it," says Steve, and feels the tips of his ears go red in a way that has nothing to do with the weather. "It's Christmas, isn't it? It seemed appropriate."
"Sure," says Bucky, eyeing the dancing snowmen. "Real festive. Did you mug an old woman to get this?"
"No! I got Dame Betsy on the corner to make it." Steve hadn't been good with the knitting needles at all, and she'd kindly agreed to make the sweater instead. Steve had been too grateful to remember details like giving her Bucky's measurements. "Well if you don't want it - "
"Nah, it's good." Bucky pulls it over his head, and Steve finally gets himself to stop fidgetting. That wasn't so bad.
He changes his mind when Bucky lifts the hem of his sweater and tries to trap Steve in it too. "Bucky!" He hears the name come out as a squawk, but is too flustered to care.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
The Winter Soldier knows that they keep him in stasis between missions, a dangerous weapon that is only loaded when it needs to be aimed at something. But the years fall away like seconds while he sleeps, and he finds that he's always bone weary at the start of each mission.
He bears it, like he's been trained to do, reasons away the bone weariness as the weight of experience. His targets might move faster and thrash more violently but in the face of the Winter Soldier their resistance wearies and weakens. He is magnamious when that happens, and grants them the final rest that eludes him.
His newest target should be just as bone-weary as he is, if the age of his memory in the Winter Soldier's brain is right. But he fights back as hard as any of the Winter Soldier's targets. Harder even.
If this Captain America can push aside his exhaustion and give the fight his all, the Winter Soldier can do no less.
But this is my dream
Natasha is surrounded by various pairs of pointe shoes.
The ballet shop was hard to find, and even harder to make an appointment for. It's almost like the fancy tailors in Europe, only that there was a level of decorum at these places. Here a steady stream of people come in and out: young girls who just want to pass this rite of passage in their ballet lessons; prima donnas and prima donnas in training who are raring to prove their ambition; the dancer from the corps who has let go of all this dreams and has ruined her comfortable pair of shoes, she'll have to break in a new one dammit.
Natasha is not sure where she belongs among all these people. While the owner had cooed over her strong ankles, Natasha still can't tell if ballet is a dream that the Red Room implanted in her no matter how hard she tries.
Natasha is not one to let difficult problems faze her. She can't trust her mind but she can trust her body. The only way to tell the truth from the lie is to dance.
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
Of the three of them, it's Steve that falls asleep first.
Over his head, Natasha and - Bucky, he supposes, even though the name is strange to think about in the context of Natasha, but Steve is here, Steve was the person who gave Bucky back his name, and Bucky is going to use that name for as long as he can, just you try to take that away from him now! - Bucky exchange looks that convey their concern about Steve's naivete. Trust Steve to fall asleep when two dangerous people are in the room with him.
It's Natasha who speaks first. "If you touch him, I'll kill you."
Bucky smirks back, even though the comment smarts. One part of him grimaces because he's the one who's known Steve longer, even if he hasn't been a good buddy lately. Another is upset that Natasha, Natasha, can talk to him this way, as if all the things between them didn't matter when it comes to Steve.
What Bucky does say is, "That'll make it tough to wake him up."
Natasha simply extends her leg (it's still as shapely, it still makes Bucky want to run his hands along it) and nudges Steve with a toe.
Steve leaps up, a soldier's reflexes at being startled, and grabs his shield. "What - " he starts, before registering that no attack is coming from the window he's crouched before. "What is it?" he whispers to Natasha, his body still taut and at the ready.
"He had an issue with you sleeping," says Natasha, the words giving nothing away, though the way that she tilts her chin in Bucky's direction is close to a laugh.
Steve shots Bucky an annoyed look, and slumps back down over his shield. "Wake me up when there is a threat," he grumbles.
Bucky and Natasha exchange another look, this time a variant on Americans and their confusing behaviour.