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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Will you come faster if it is?

My floor at the tower. Living room.

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I think I'd probably tell you you were out of line, soldier.

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Last I checked, you aren't technically my CO.

[ you know, being post-tws and all that, he's not really SHIELD and obviously not HYDRA ]

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Are you saying you no longer want to follow me into the jaws of death, Sergeant Barnes?

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If it's it all the same, I'd rather avoid jaws of death. Think we've had enough of that.

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I won't let anything like that happen again, Buck.

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I'm not saying you would.

And I'm not saying I wouldn't still follow you. Think we established I will.

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It didn't work out so well the first time around, is all I'm saying. I wouldn't blame you if you were a little hesitant about it.

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I've been following you around since I met you, Rogers. Don't think I know how to do much else worthwhile.

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And look where that got you.

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Got me here with you again, punk.

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All right, jerk, I'm on my way over.

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[ A quick texted alright, and then Bucky just waits. He figures he's past the point of needing to tidy up when Steve comes over, mostly because the place is still horribly clean when he doesn't really own anything of his own. He's got the bare minimum, and sometimes, sometimes leaves a shirt out on the bed, or a shoe out of line. It's rebellion in its smallest form.

By the time Steve comes by, Bucky's sprawled out on the couch surfing through his phone and idly watching a game - he's not sure who's playing but it's white noise in the background that distracts him from his own head. ]

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[It's true, Bucky's living area is surprisingly neat, which Steve's always thrown by, since he's always known Bucky to be a little messy. Not too much, not to the point that he could be called a slob, but he was never as neat as Steve. Back in the day, he'd been hit with the urge to clean Bucky's apartment -- which Bucky begrudgingly allowed most of the time.

Here, there's no real need for that, although Bucky's pose on the couch is familiar enough. Steve glances at the television and smiles when he realizes what's on. The Dodgers aren't playing, but seeing how upset Bucky had been when he found out they'd moved to Los Angeles, that may be for the best.

He walks over and makes a gesture for Bucky to move his legs so he can sit.] Let me borrow that. [He nods to his phone.]

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[ He was messy, once upon a time, but as the soldier - well. The asset didn't have anything to his name. Not even the clothes he wore were his own, but everything had to be arranged with that military precision or else he'd catch hell for it. He wasn't eager to deal with that, either.

Bucky lifts his legs obediently and when Steve settles he dumps them back down on his lap, nudging his toes against his stomach while he hands his phone over. ]

Get lost on the way here?

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[Steve can't help smiling as Bucky's toes press into his stomach. It's such a small action, something Bucky could easily do without thinking much about it, and yet Steve finds a whole lot of comfort in it. He takes the phone with one hand, but uses the other to rub up and down the bottom of Bucky's foot, massaging.]

What, did I take a while? [Steve shrugs and then opens up the Instagram app that Darcy no doubt installed on Bucky's phone. It doesn't take him long to navigate to his own page, which has a few pictures that he took of places around Brooklyn -- of those few locations that haven't actually changed that much from what he remembers of home.

He takes a moment to look at them himself before he silently hands the phone back to Bucky.]

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[ Bucky shrugs in response. He still doesn't talk as much as he used to, still seems like he's feeling his way around with both Steve's reactions and his own behavior, testing out what seems right based on Steve's reactions or what little he remembers. Talking, though, talking doesn't come too often.

The phone gets handed back and Bucky thumbs through them, pausing over one that he thinks he remembers but isn't sure about. It takes him a moment of frowning at it before he moves on, gradually more frustrated as he goes through them. ]

Should I know them?

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[Steve hadn't meant this to be some kind of test. He's only showed Bucky these photos because he asked -- in fact, he'd completely forgotten about them until the topic of Instagram came up.

The silence makes it difficult to know what's rolling around inside Bucky's head, but Steve remains quiet and calm and waits until he speaks up.]

Some of them, yeah. [All of them, really, but Steve doesn't want Bucky to feel any more pressured than he probably already does.] I can take you to them, if you're interested. [A walk down memory lane. Steve has no idea if it would actually lead to anything, but it all depends on how curious Bucky is about it.]

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[ It's not Steve's fault. None of this is, it's just Bucky hadn't realized the frustration he'd feel at looking at these until he realized the sorts of pictures Steve would take.

They're good pictures, too; Bucky knows enough to make sense of that. But Christ, he squints a little too hard at one, and maybe not enough at another to make any sense of them. It's frustrating. ]

Can't hurt.

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[Prospect Park and Coney Island alike would be good destinations, and Steve adds them to his mental list even before Bucky agrees. At least he's open to it, that counts for a lot. Steve tries not to put on too much pressure, in the hope that Bucky will come around on his own. Usually he does.]

It's a date, then. [His smile doesn't make it all that clear whether he means it as a joke or not.] So, the agreement was you show me yours now.

[Even if Bucky only put one picture on his Instagram, Steve would like to know what he chose to photograph.]

i tried to find that goddamn pic and can't

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[ Whether or not it's a joke or not doesn't really matter. Bucky glances over at him, weighs it for a moment and then realizes if it is or isn't, it doesn't have an effect on anything at the moment. That's something to hash out at a later point in time when he can actually bother to think about it.

Bucky pulls out his phone and hands it over, lips twisting up just faintly. There is more than just one photo - one of a building, the gold filigree on the side of a building in DC, and another of him, post-workout, hair tied back. Selfies, Darcy had explained, were a thing everyone did. He'd done it, half-amused, and forgotten about it. ]

Not much to look at. At least yours are of things.

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[There are actually a couple of photos to look at. The building doesn't mean much to Steve, even if he does recognize it from his time in DC. The one Bucky took of himself causes him to smile instantly, though.]

What are you talking about? Anyone can take a picture of a landmark. Yours is way more personal.

[He uses two fingers to zoom in on the selfie and studies it for a few seconds, long enough to make anyone a little nervous.]

Your hair looks good like that. [There's a part of Steve that still wishes that Bucky would cut it and style it the way he's used to, but he isn't about to push Bucky to do anything he doesn't want to. Too many people have done that to him already, and even if this would be something harmless, Steve still refuses to reinforce that kind of behavior.]

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[ Bucky snorts quietly. He wouldn't exactly call that terribly personal or deep, but hey, he's not going to argue the fact too much with Steve. Instead, he waits for Steve to say something else.

For a moment, it's strange - part of him thinks he ought to be a little concerned it's taking this long but the rest of him is used to it - wait til you're addressed, til you're spoken to. ]

Yeah?

[ He hadn't really thought about it; Darcy'd given him a hair tie and it'd taken him ages to actually put his hair up. ]

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I think so, anyway. [Steve rolls his shoulders into a shrug and then hands the phone back to Bucky.]

Well, now you know the wonders of the internet. You've got all the knowledge you could ever want at your fingertips, but people use it to post pictures of food.

[It's a little strange, Steve has to admit, but he certainly makes good use of what the internet has to offer. Wikipedia is an actual godsend when it comes to playing catch-up, and YouTube has its uses too.]

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And animals. There were some cat videos.

[ Bucky says it with an entirely straight face, lips twitching up a tad as he watches Steve. The internet - hell, the future, they're weird as hell and it feels like he's racing the rest of the world to catch up when he knows there's no real chance of it happening, but it could be worse.

His head tilts just a touch as he pockets his phone and tilts both feet to rest against Cap's chest, watching him. ]

So word is you owe me a date, pal.