open post (steve rogers)

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steve rogers / captain america open post.

※ looking for a thread with an all-american super soldier?
※ respond with any character, canonmate or otherwise, and a prompt.
※ open to any format (prose, brackets, commentspam).
※ open to any canonpoint (within marvel cinematic universe).
※ if you don't have any prompt ideas, feel free to throw the ball into my court!
※ you can always refer to the random scenario meme for inspiration.

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[wingedman]

Pretty sure Ross would still have me locked up if it wasn't for you.

[Sam just snorts and shakes his head. Sure, it's a better quality incarceration than most black men get, but it's still prison, still solitary confinement apart from the occasional interrogation - and he's not stupid enough to think that they wouldn't have moved on from casually roughing him up here and there to other methods if Steve hadn't broken him out. Clint and Scott might've been able to work out plea deals, but Sam's in too deep.]

Besides, everything I did was my choice from the moment I strapped the wings back on. You know that. [And the look he gives Steve almost pleads with him to not diminish that. Enough people think of him as just Captain America's sidekick that he needs Steve to acknowledge that they're partners, on an even footing - that Sam chose to fight at his side, not simply followed him blindly into this.] And if I had to go back, I'd make exactly the same choices.

[Well, okay, he might have tried harder to keep Steve from that goddamn airport fight.]

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[ While Steve had been referring back to earlier choices, the decisions that had come before Ross had gotten involved, Sam is quick to cut him off on that point too. Yes, Steve knows that Sam had made his choice two years ago when this all started, when the Winter Soldier crashed into his life so unexpectedly, but...

It's true, a part of him has wondered if Sam regrets that now. If there are times when he lays in bed staring at the ceiling and asks himself why he ever got so involved, wishing that he could go back and undo it all. So to hear that that's not the case is some kind of weight off of Steve's shoulders. ]

All right.

[ Steve closes his eyes for a moment, his hand smoothing over the scratchy motel bed comforter as some tension leaves him. ]

Sorry. I won't bring it up again.

[ Most likely a lie, but he's going to try. ]