— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉.

𝗜 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺.

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

⠀ ⠀Steve Rogers isn’t a 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧. And he’s not a 𝗠𝗔𝗡 either.

⠀ ⠀⠀ Steve Rogers is a 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡...

⠀ ⠀⠀ And the mission never 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

@arcanepsionics — already ahead of ya 😅

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

@arcanepsionics — funny enough, I also had a Wyn for awhile lol. A friend of mine also had a Dmitri! I was campaigning hard for an Aiko 😭

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

@arcanepsionics — Aiko?! Yes please 🙂‍↕️

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

I’m thinking these days. ” There’s a flicker of an almost smile. “ It’s nice to be seen, Emma. ”

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

He glances down at the hand on his shoulder, then up at her, the gears behind his eyes clearly still turning.

“ It’s nothing urgent, ” He lies, habitually. A beat of silence passes before he speaks up again.

“ But I appreciate the ask . Not a lot of people notice when

—

[۟ @TELEPATHllC]

⠀⁺𓂋 💎 𓈒ౄ

frost perks up ; brow furrowed , placing a hand gently upon @ForTheShield ' s shoulder . gently squeezing to get his attention .

ﾞ i can sense something 's on your mind , mister rogers .. can i help ? ﾞ
⠀

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

really leaves.

His eyes meet hers, and there’s a faint tug at the corner of his mouth. Not a smile. But close.

“Only if there’s no raisins in it,” he replies, dry as ever. He doesn’t move, doesn’t relax. But his voice does soften.

“I’m off-duty. Supposedly.”

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

Steve hears her before he sees her—light steps, easy confidence, that voice with just enough teasing to put someone off balance if they’re not ready for it.

He turns only slightly, posture still straight, arms still crossed. The shield isn’t on him, but the weight of it never

[m𝑎̲𝑟̲𝑦̲ j𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑒̲ .✩ @CRIMSONVERITY]

: starter for @ForTheShield

she spotted him across the room, posture perfectly straight, arms crossed like he was guarding national secrets even at a casual gathering. she walked up with a smirk, hands tucked in the pockets of her jacket.

+

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

Golden rays filter through his window as eyes open to greet the day with a sense of 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲.

He rises with the sun itself, bare feet meeting the cold hardwood floor as he moves to stand, and neatly straighten his sheets afterwards.

It’s a good morning.

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

— An entry for #𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

@TELEPATHllC – unfortunate. I did a post for that cruise event and it seemed like it went unseen 😵‍💫.

I haven’t logged in in months so maybe that’s why. Anyway, hey 👋 I’m up for RP if you are at some point!

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

— is my account shadow banned?

[۟ @TELEPATHllC]

https://t.co/B0YO69PjmG

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

—— Multiple man combo used to be my favorite. Sick play. 👏

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

— An entry for #𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

Steve Rogers wakes with the sun already high and the gentle roll of the ocean beneath him. The sheets are crisp, the room quiet—save for the distant hum of the ship and the occasional laugh from the upper deck.

He sits up slowly, the instinct to scan the room hitting before

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

He’s smiling. Just a little.

#𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

his feet even touch the floor.

Old habits.

There’s no mission today. At least, not one anyone’s told him about. No Hydra, no world-ending threats. Just a cruise.

Steve stands at the balcony, shirtless, coffee in hand, watching the ocean glimmer.

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

Steve Rogers wakes with the sun already high and the gentle roll of the ocean beneath him. The sheets are crisp, the room quiet—save for the distant hum of the ship and the occasional laugh from the upper deck.

He sits up slowly, the instinct to scan the room hitting before

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

He’s smiling. Just a little.

#𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

Steve Rogers wakes with the sun already high and the gentle roll of the ocean beneath him. The sheets are crisp, the room quiet—save for the distant hum of the ship and the occasional laugh from the upper deck.

He sits up slowly, the instinct to scan the room hitting before

[— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉. @ForTheShield]

his feet even touch the floor.

Old habits.

There’s no mission today. At least, not one anyone’s told him about. No Hydra, no world-ending threats. Just a cruise.

Steve stands at the balcony, shirtless, coffee in hand, watching the ocean glimmer.