thefirstavengersteve started following you
Ah, I see that Agent Rogers has finally wished to join us. It is always good to see Captain.
Director Fury. It’s good to see you too, Sir. Do you have a mission for me?
doeshaveaheart replied to your post: /texts Steve/ This is an official virus, to uninstall please visit Tony Stark. Preferably naked.
Virus download: 65%
*laughs*
“Could the virus wait a sec? I need to shower.”
/texts Steve/ This is an official virus, to uninstall please visit Tony Stark. Preferably naked.
…
/texts back/
Subtle.
@Steve
There’s been a disturbance outside Stark Tower, and since my partner is currently indisposed (drunk off his ass and rolling around on the roof), I suggest you come with me in case I need back up.
*grabs his shield*
Let’s move out.
Well, I am willing to help you think of something, of course. (I’m working on replies to small stuff right now) :> But yeah. I like the idea of us all being able to interact. It’s been a bit lonely here lately.
;u;! You work your magic, Loki. Hahahah I’m so funny.
VERILY CAPTAIN OF AMERICA I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY WITH THY STATEMENT YOU WILL HAVE MJOLNIR AND MY SUPPORT
A stupid thing I thought of and then spent to much time fussing over. I would totally read about Tony sassing Bruce about how lame his tech is. Does this exist as a fic? Because it SHOULD
It had been storming all day today and only the starting did it began to calm down with a sense of tranqulity. Or so it seemed, the nightfall tended to hold many things from prying eyes, and this was no exception. Footsteps shift heavily against the gravel and dirt, and what came out of this world was a blackness, the only sign of its presence visually were its dimly illuminated, white eyes. It stared the man down, rushing up, and holding something before stopping to growl out, "Chocolate?"
Steve had felt uneasy; perhaps walking out at night in the dark after it rained was a bad idea after all.
He needed the fresh air—or rather the humid air—and the decision was not at all well planned but he recalled playing with Bucky after rainfall when they were children and that in itself gave him the motivation to go out at all.
But he could feel that he was not alone, being stalked. When he turned to scan the streets and alleys, he could see nothing, hear nothing even with his heightened senses. It made him uneasy.
As he began walking ahead, that’s when he heard the footsteps, heavy and deliberate, and without hesitation, Steve reached behind him for his shield, wielding it defensively.
Only to be offered chocolate.
Steve blinked and stared at the figure in front of him and narrowed his eyes. “‘Scuse me?”
