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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[antiqued]

Seems like they did that with everyone.

[ Which is so fucking weird. He might not remember everything but he knows enough to know that back then, neither of them would have ever considered being people worth interviewing.

Bucky follows a step behind Steve, glancing up into the trees where the light filters down onto the ground, realizing that tree'd probably been there when they were here years ago. ]

Going to teach me? [ Bucky tilts his head, flashes a smile and for a moment, he's every inch the James Barnes he used to be, amused and giving Steve shit. ] Sure, professor.

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[It's true, Steve had gotten pretty accustomed to being invisible before the war. He'd come to terms with that, as he'd had enough things in his life that mattered. Particularly, one person.

He'd wanted to join the war to do his part, but there had also been the sinking knowledge that with Bucky gone, Steve wouldn't have had much left for him in Brooklyn.

When Bucky offers up that smile, Steve stops in his tracks and gives his friend a look, the one he gets whenever he feels as if he's suddenly been transported back in time. The setting around them doesn't help. His eyes crinkle at the edges and a tiny smile touches at the corner of his mouth.]

Professor seems a little extreme. But I am here as some kind of source. [He shrugs and then cuffs Bucky on the shoulder before he continues down toward the pond, where a few ducks are gliding across the water.]

i'm so lazy with my icons sigh. NOT A BUCKY ICON BUT W/E

[antiqued]

Sure, Teach.

[ Bucky waves it off like it's nothing at all, and shrugs his good shoulder. This was a good idea. It feels familiar out here, feels like he's in a place he ought to be, feels like something familiar and right.

Steve at his side is even better, honestly; it makes things easier, make everything slot into place like this is where he belongs. Even the touch is familiar, and grounding. Bucky trails on after him, half tempted to suggest taking their shoes off and putting their feet in the water like they did when they were kids. ]

I don't even know where to begin. What to ask?

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[Steve doesn't take his shoes off, but he does crouch down right in front of the pond to watch the ducks and the fish. He kind of wishes he'd brought some bread with him now, to feed them, but maybe that's something they can do another time.

At Bucky's question, Steve glances back over his shoulder at him. He realizes that it's overwhelming, there's a whole history, years and years spent together -- where do you even begin with something like that?]

Do you have any half-formed memories? Stuff that... you're not sure if it really happened or not? Or just something you're curious about?

[Steve shrugs and then draws his fingers through the water, watches as it ripples outward.] Otherwise, I can just start telling you whatever comes to mind.