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⠀ ⠀ -->𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 -- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢← ⠀ “Hell” ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ “Rogers!” ...
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⠀ ⠀ -->𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 -- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢← ⠀ “Hell” ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ “Rogers!” Sheers a voice like a hot brand through the fog of Steve’s mind. “Rogers! God damnit, Rogers; move!” It comes again, louder and more emphatic. And though it is the first sound Steve ...

-->𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 -- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢←

“Hell”

A #HellfiresAvX story.

“Rogers!” Sheers a voice like a hot brand through the fog of Steve’s mind. “Rogers! God damnit, Rogers; move!” It comes again, louder and more emphatic. And though it is the first sound Steve hears, it is not the only sound, for behind it comes cacophony and crash. The ‘ratatat-tat’ of gunfire, layered over itself again and again. The familiar sounds of American C-47s muscling their way through the blue skies above. Then more voices; yells of order alongside screams of pain. It is at that latter sound -- that disturbing and blood curdling sound, that Captain Rogers opens his eyes, and finds himself alone on the back of a Higgins boat. Sitting, moments after the rest of his platoon had rushed off. Of them, only his commanding officer waits, calling to him again and again.

“Rogers, we’ve got a war to fight, let’s g….” The last word ‘go’, comes not as sound but a gurgle of blood that rushes into the man’s mouth and then out of it in a spurt. A bullet having torn through the back of his neck, and then out through his throat, with not a moment’s warning.

At the sight, Rogers realizes where he is: D-Day, and the gray beach of Normandy, France. Sprawled out before him lays the red hot fires of hell, and behind him the frigid ripples of the uncaring Atlantic Ocean, a body of water already stained with blood and strewn with bodies it slowly drags back to its icy depths. In that realization of place and well-known purpose, Steve freezes, not in fear but in momentary confusion. He’d already lived this. Already fought this battle. Already won this war. But as moment after moment pass, and the reality that surrounds grows only darker and more dire, he decides. He acts. By standing and bursting into a faster sprint than any other on the field are capable. Moving up to the first ridge of cover, and diving behind it, just as a stream of turret-fired 50-caliber rounds bring guaranteed death to the air above its protection.
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⠀ ⠀ -->𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 -- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢← ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ Location: ...
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⠀ ⠀ -->𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 -- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢← ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ Location: The reclaimed ruins of Genosha. Prison Block A. Cell 3. ⠀ They tell you when you’re in basic you’re going to learn about it. That it’s part of every soldier’s training. That if it ever happens, ...

-->𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷 -- 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢←

A #HellfiresAvX story.

Location: The reclaimed ruins of Genosha. Prison Block A. Cell 3.

They tell you when you’re in basic you’re going to learn about it. That it’s part of every soldier’s training. That if it ever happens, you’ll be well prepared. None of those are lies, technically, but they aren’t the truth either. Because the truth is you can never really be prepared for something like being captured. Sure you can numb yourself to the different aspects of it. The cold. The hunger. The lack of sleep. The fact that whoever's got you wants something from you or someone else. But the thing you can’t numb yourself against is the defeat that leads to your capture.

You see, you don’t end up in an enemy’s brig by chance, or fall into it like a trap, at least not most of the time. No, normally the cage comes after the butt kicking. After you and your men have been beaten, bested, and broken either in skill or in spirit. This time, luckily, I went in alone. Not into some flea-infested swamp or windswept desert on the other side of the planet, but my own city. New York City. Central Park, to be exact. It wasn’t a jog or a concert that brought me there, not this time. No, it was a speech. I know, I know, what am I doing giving a speech? What is Steven Rogers doing even near a microphone without cue cards and the ability to take one, two, or maybe even twelve different shots at the same 3 line PSA? I’m kinda asking myself that question right now, as I stare out these glowing blue bars that keep me in this cell. Not exactly what I pictured when I used to hear about Alcatraz.
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⠀ ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ Featuring: @Raven.Wagner ⠀ Location: Central Park, New York ...
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⠀ ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ Featuring: @Raven.Wagner ⠀ Location: Central Park, New York City, New York. ⠀ This was the right thing to do, Steve tells himself again and again, his eyes closed, and right hand squeezing a stack of handwritten notes. In that manner he remains, as the ...

A #HellfiresAvX story.

Featuring: @Raven.Wagner

Location: Central Park, New York City, New York.

This was the right thing to do, Steve tells himself again and again, his eyes closed, and right hand squeezing a stack of handwritten notes. In that manner he remains, as the last few grains of sand descend in the hourglass and this newest moment of fate approaches. But as with all such moments, they come whether you are ready or not.

“Alright, Captain. You’re up!” The organizer of the event says with an animated swing of arm and index finger, one that moves from he in red, white, and blue to the stage to the man’s right.

The cue being given, Steve pauses for a moment, takes deep breath and then begins to walk. As he moves, with an easily identifiable soldier’s walk, he weighs it all again in his mind. Everything hung on this one speech, at least in his mind. This was his chance — the Avengers’ chance — the humans chance, to begin not just a healing, but a reckoning, for all the mistakes his own species had made. And as much, he couldn’t sit this one out. Not again — not when his own inaction had let ideologues like Scott Summers and Emma Frost control the conversation. To them, and every innocent young mutant they had found, kidnapped, and brainwashed, Captain America and the Avengers were now the villains. If not for direct actions, then for a lack of them.
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⠀ ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ ⠀ Location: Avengers Tower, New York. Steve Roger’s Office. ⠀ Once, ...
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⠀ ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX story. ⠀ ⠀ Location: Avengers Tower, New York. Steve Roger’s Office. ⠀ Once, and then again, Steven Rogers reads and then recites -- changes and then reverts, nearly every line of his speech. Hoping -- /knowing/, his delivery of it, and the words spoken, could be ...

A #HellfiresAvX story.


Location: Avengers Tower, New York. Steve Roger’s Office.

Once, and then again, Steven Rogers reads and then recites -- changes and then reverts, nearly every line of his speech. Hoping -- /knowing/, his delivery of it, and the words spoken, could be one of the most important moments he has ever been involved in, here on the very brink of war. But when he can’t even stomach to read what he has written -- its triteness and ubiquitous tone, he deletes it, and begins anew.

‘My fellow….’ No, he crosses it out. ‘Ladies and gentlemen….’ Too old fashion, he thinks as he holds down the backspace button once more. ‘Friends….’ They’ll boo me off the stage….

‘I’m scared….’ He types and leaves it.
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⠀ ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX Story ⠀ Previous Posts on @I.Saw.Red and @Raven.Wagner ’s pages. ⠀ “Captain, ...
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⠀ ⠀ A #HellfiresAvX Story ⠀ Previous Posts on @I.Saw.Red and @Raven.Wagner ’s pages. ⠀ “Captain, glad you’re here.” Greets the heavy-overcoated and overweight FBI agent in charge of the scene. ⠀ “Given what I’ve heard, I’ll have to disagree. Another mutant attack?” Asks the Avenger, ...

A #HellfiresAvX Story

Previous Posts on @I.Saw.Red and @Raven.Wagner ’s pages.

“Captain, glad you’re here.” Greets the heavy-overcoated and overweight FBI agent in charge of the scene.

“Given what I’ve heard, I’ll have to disagree. Another mutant attack?” Asks the Avenger, his body covered with his usual red, white and blue costume -- ready for action, even though he prays there isn’t any.

“Yep, these damn muties are getting out of control. Two cops this time -- some kind of laser blast.” Though he internally recoils at the specist slur, as soon as the method of attack is described, Steve sets in trying to convince himself who it wasn’t.

“It wasn’t anyone we know, right...? Just some randoms…?” Even as he speaks, he knows, already smelling optic blast burns in the air.
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⠀ ⠀ “What was it like...?” Steve’s lips open as the question is asked, but through them come no sound. ...
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⠀ ⠀ “What was it like...?” Steve’s lips open as the question is asked, but through them come no sound. Not until his eyes drift to the distance -- focusing on nothing and perceiving not else. ⠀ “Was it like walking in a dream, or…?” Prompts the gray-haired man sitting across a similarly hued ...

“What was it like...?” Steve’s lips open as the question is asked, but through them come no sound. Not until his eyes drift to the distance -- focusing on nothing and perceiving not else.

“Was it like walking in a dream, or…?” Prompts the gray-haired man sitting across a similarly hued metal table; the comment meant to help Steve find the words to describe something so unique in this world of finality and death.

“Yeah, something like that…. Maybe not a dream as much as a memory -- as much as /memories/. Like watching one moment of my life play out after another, but no matter how quick each scene went, it was the most painful one that seemed to crawl….” It is then, that as his head slowly begins to nod, Steven Rogers, the military’s newest reclaimed weapon, finally finds his footing in the first of his post-thaw debriefings.

“What was that, you miss a dance or something…?” Despite the tone of humor used to ask, Steve’s answer comes with the seriousness of the grave -- his own and one others.
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⠀ ⠀ Bruce’s refusal lands with all the subtlety of a grand piano dropped off a 10 story building. ...
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⠀ ⠀ Bruce’s refusal lands with all the subtlety of a grand piano dropped off a 10 story building. It is minces no words, and leaves even less to the imagination. Steve lets it settle -- simmer, before he responds. Before he lets his feelings on the truth be known. “Frankly, Dr. Banner....” ...

Bruce’s refusal lands with all the subtlety of a grand piano dropped off a 10 story building. It is minces no words, and leaves even less to the imagination. Steve lets it settle -- simmer, before he responds. Before he lets his feelings on the truth be known. “Frankly, Dr. Banner....” The Captain says, in windup. “I think what’s holding you back right now, is the same thing that has been holding you back since your transformation. You’re afraid.” The words are cutting -- biting, but Steve does not let them go unaided by explanation.” I’ve seen guys ... kids barely able to shave … with nothing more than a journal, a picture of their girlfriend, and chocolate bar, give their /lives/ -- sacrifice /everything/, just for a chance to save somebody … anybody…. Doing good isn’t about finding a way to take the least risk, a safe place to hide, or a way to avoid what’s hard…. No, it’s about facing not just your fears, but the world’s. It’s about doing what they tell you you can’t. About doing what /you/ feel you can’t. I get it, you’re scared of hurting people, of becoming ‘the other guy’, but people are dying out there. People need him. People need /you/. We can staff this place with other doctors…. Other scientists…. SHIELD’s got legions of them. But you can save the world, Bruce! You /have/ saved the world! That’s something that almost nobody can do! And I’m not going to allow one of the only guys who can, to give up because he’s afraid….. You’re better than that. You’re stronger than that…. You’re the strongest there is, now the world needs you to prove it…. That’s an order.”
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⠀ ⠀ American Tales: (( Check out my RP with@Puny.Banner on his page! )) ⠀ ⠀ It had been years since ...
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⠀ ⠀ American Tales: (( Check out my RP [email protected] on his page! )) ⠀ ⠀ It had been years since “The Hulk” had been an active member of the Avengers, and even longer since the Captain had felt that such a role was what Bruce Banner wanted to fill. There were times he could see it written ...

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It had been years since “The Hulk” had been an active member of the Avengers, and even longer since the Captain had felt that such a role was what Bruce Banner wanted to fill. There were times he could see it written on the scientist’s face, or read it in the movements of nervous hands when the team talked strategy or meta-politics. Bruce wasn’t a soldier, or any good at pretending to be one. He was a thinker, a maker, a solver -- but due to his own successes, and failures, found himself transformed into exactly the opposite: a monster. A force and fury. Might unbridled, and mayhem set loose. That conflicting nature, not unlike Jekyll and Hyde, always made Rogers uneasy about calling upon the green giant -- not uneasy enough, however, to decline its help, when lives were on the line -- when the world needed his abilities. A moment that was once again upon he, the Avengers, and all that they protected. ⠀

“You know I’d say I can see why you don’t want to give any of this up, Dr. Banner, but then again, I know you aren’t staying here for the scenery.” Steve comments, as he stands from his seated position in Bruce stray-sewed chair, and dusts himself off. “And thanks, I know you probably weren’t expecting guests.”
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⠀ ⠀ Some heroes put on their mask, to hide who they are, and obscure the the person behind the deed. ...
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⠀ ⠀ Some heroes put on their mask, to hide who they are, and obscure the the person behind the deed. But Steve? He puts the mask on to remember who he is, and what he represents. A hero. A symbol. An /inspiration/ to not just the men that follow him, his country, but to the world. It is with such a ...

Some heroes put on their mask, to hide who they are, and obscure the the person behind the deed. But Steve? He puts the mask on to remember who he is, and what he represents. A hero. A symbol. An /inspiration/ to not just the men that follow him, his country, but to the world. It is with such a purpose and pride, that Steven Rogers once again becomes Captain America, slipping the familiar contours of his winged-cap over his blonde head. He is out this night, ready and waiting to take a local HYDRA scientist down, so that he might find information about his newest target: Nikola Bane. Fury didn’t say what this particular geneticist would have, or why he’d have it, but neither silence was unexpected -- after all, Nick Fury has all the cards, and keeps each of them close to his chest. A reality made less pressing, as the sound of tires and an 8-cylinder engine enter the soldier’s keen perception. ⠀

Just on time, and just as predicted, an all black car slowly rolls down the largely empty street, before coming to a gentle stop outside of the doorway below. As the red-bearded man steps out, Steve squeezes his grip upon shield shield straps, and prepares himself to drop -- counting silently in his head: 1 … 2…. But before he can reach 3, a shaft of light hits the scientist’s face. His eyes! That crooked smile! The point on his nose! Each characteristic leap back from memories Steve didn’t even know he had, causing his focus to lapse, and eyes to blink without cause or consistency. As he reels, trying to regain his composure, the man of HYDRA is greeted by name. ⠀

“Dr. Dvorak, I presume….” Just the name -- just the utterance of it, sends our hero to the ground, curling himself up into the fetal position, as memories flash before his eyes. Peggy, and the French Resistance, the procedure and the interview, Bucky…. Each memory is bright, and unfaded. Moments perfectly encapsulated and recreated in his mind, but there ... between each: are others. Odd ones that trouble: a laboratory he does not recognize -- voices he can barely hear -- blank spaces where memories should be lay empty. Cold absence. Vicious unknowing.
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⠀ ⠀ American Tales: ⠀(( Head on over to @BlackWidzw's page, and check out our RP! )) ⠀ “Ready?” ...
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⠀ ⠀ American Tales: ⠀(( Head on over to @BlackWidzw's page, and check out our RP! )) ⠀ “Ready?” The Captain’s eyes squint, as he absorbs the playful challenge. “I’ll see you on the ground, Widow.” The comment comes as Steve unbuckles, hops up, and then without delay, opens the side-door ...

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“Ready?” The Captain’s eyes squint, as he absorbs the playful challenge. “I’ll see you on the ground, Widow.” The comment comes as Steve unbuckles, hops up, and then without delay, opens the side-door of the drop-plane. “Don’t forget a jacket.” He reminds, while refusing the offered parachute with a simple gesture. Then, as if preparing himself, the Avenger closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath in the cold Russian air, and without another word: leaps. ⠀

The wind whips by, reshaping Steve’s chiseled cheeks, as he descends faster and faster, hurdling towards the snow-covered Earth below. No water beneath, no way to buffer the landing, Natasha must be thinking as she watches him dive to what she must expect to be his certain death. All is a blur in our hero’s vision, snowflakes passing at lightning speed -- houses, trees, and fields becoming mere splotches of color and shape. Down and down he continues, until … as if signaled by nothing more than expertise and experience, he reaches back, takes his Vibranium shield from his back, and secures it to his feet in a single deft flip in mid-air. ⠀

Upon completing the revolution, he bends his knees, and girds himself, just as the shield and he come to a harsh landing on the slanted roof of the former HYDRA complex, though each remain upright. Then as if skiing, he slides down the rooftop, with near-incalculable amounts of momentum. There, Steve can hear, amongst the sounds of the world whizzing by, a man talking. Despite his speed, he can make out with perfect 20/20 vision, that it is one HYDRA guard, talking to another, a situation the Captain brings to an end, as he does a sudden backflip, letting his shield continue forward at an amazing speed, and bent by the slitest of toe-raises done in the maneuver. Set free, the star-centered shield crashes into to one of the guards with great force, knocking him back and into the stone-built wall behind him. The other guard, yet unharmed, raises his gun despite his shock, and points it at Steve, who waits with the weapon trained on him, for widow to arrive.
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⠀ ⠀ ‘To Find the Faceless Man.’ ⠀ ⠀ With wide, sweeping steps, broad shoulders, and a confident ...
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⠀ ⠀ ‘To Find the Faceless Man.’ ⠀ ⠀ With wide, sweeping steps, broad shoulders, and a confident forward-facing gaze, Captain America walks through the front doors of the SHIELD command center buried deep within the Triskelion. As he moves, agents of every clearance level look on in ...

‘To Find the Faceless Man.’


With wide, sweeping steps, broad shoulders, and a confident forward-facing gaze, Captain America walks through the front doors of the SHIELD command center buried deep within the Triskelion. As he moves, agents of every clearance level look on in amazement, stunned by the sudden reappearance of a hero -- a legend -- someone both they and their parents read about as kids. “Glad to have you back, Cap!” “Captain on deck!” “Sir, welcome back.” The warm welcomes come from almost every direction, and so quickly that the man out of time barely has a chance to acknowledge each as he passes. It feels good, he thinks to himself -- good to be back -- good to be needed; even if the lack of both was pleasant, for awhile.

“Good, Rogers, get your ass in here.” Beckons Fury in a half-yell, from down the long steel re-enforced hallway, motioning from an open doorway. Being the good soldier that he is, Steve increases his pace, making it into the briefing room, just before the door is shut behind him. “Now look, I’m gonna skip the speech about you being back, and how much it means to me and the country, and get right down to brass tacks.” As Fury speaks as a wall of the room turns into an active display screen, which begins to show pictures and short surveillance videos of a man, using either hats, hoods, or shadows to cover his face.

“So, who’s this guy?” Steve asks, upon inspection of the images.

Fury: “His name is Nikola Bane. He’s … someone we want to bring in.” Fury’s answer seems evasive, but that’s something Steve has come to expect, after all these years of the two men working together. ⠀

“Why, what did he do?”

Fury: “You let us worry about that, you just get him back here … /alive/. But be careful, Rogers, he’s tough. He’s a metahuman.” The order is direct, clear, and unambiguous. Normally, Steve would argue, and demand an answer, but this time … he’s just looking to get back out in the field, and back on mission. ⠀

“Understood. Where can I find him?”
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I tried to sneak out, but Sharon knew -- just like she always does. Guess I should expect it by now. ...
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I tried to sneak out, but Sharon knew -- just like she always does. Guess I should expect it by now. Shack up with a spy, after all.es I tried to sneak out, but Sharon knew -- just like she always does. Guess I should expect it by now. Shack up with a spy, after all.es
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⠀ ⠀ ‘When the Dream Ends’ ⠀ ⠀ “On your feet soldier.” The words are spoken as if a command, though ...
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⠀ ⠀ ‘When the Dream Ends’ ⠀ ⠀ “On your feet soldier.” The words are spoken as if a command, though it comes through muffled and distorted, only barely audible above the the sound of the overhead fan in Steve’s apartment. ⠀ ⠀ “Rogers, I know you’re there, just answer, dammit.” The impatience, ...

‘When the Dream Ends’


“On your feet soldier.” The words are spoken as if a command, though it comes through muffled and distorted, only barely audible above the the sound of the overhead fan in Steve’s apartment. ⠀

“Rogers, I know you’re there, just answer, dammit.” The impatience, and increased volume of the comment drag Steve from a pleasant sleep. ⠀

“Hello? Who ... is…? Where…?” Our hero asks sleepily. ⠀

“It’s Fury, who do you think it is, speaking to you from under a pile of clothes.” And receives an answer derived of almost no shits given. ⠀

“Fury, I thought I told you to take all of your SHIELD tech out of my apartment….”

Fury: “And I thought I told you to come back when you were ready. It’s been more than a year, son…. Your country needs you. It always needs you. /Now/, get your ass up, and get down to the Triskelion. We’ve got work to do. Fury out.” The one-sided conversation having come to an end, Steve blinks his eyes open, and with a gentle touch, moves @Agent.Sharon.Carter’s arm off his chest. Fury…. Huh…. He thinks to himself, as he pulls his well-rested body from his sleep-and-sex-disheveled sheets. He had been dreading it: the call in -- the moment when he’d have to make the choice. But choice isn’t really the word for it. When he would need to once again take up the shield, and the stars and bars. The last year had been … something he never thought he’d be allowed to have. Normalcy. A life without war. Life without loss. It was easy enough to leave the hard work to @Smug.Prodigy , and @Ms.Binary.Warbird, to anyone other than himself. But now…. Now, he is once again needed, and worse … he knows it. And so the time for the Captain’s return has come. The time for him to take his place on the line. On the edge. Protecting his country -- his people -- his world, from all enemies: foreign, and domestic. He’s ready, there is no doubt. But are they? Those that call? Those that threaten? We shall see….
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⠀ ⠀ #WithWinterComesDeath ⠀ A @ProductofaColdEra Story. ⠀ In Association with @Excelsior_RP ⠀ In ...
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⠀ ⠀ #WithWinterComesDeath ⠀ A @ProductofaColdEra Story. ⠀ In Association with @Excelsior_RP ⠀ In a full sprint, the Captain traverses each structure, and every street required, to make his rendezvous on time. His mission on this night, to meet someone who was risking their cover, ...

#WithWinterComesDeath

A @ProductofaColdEra Story.

In Association with @Excelsior_RP

In a full sprint, the Captain traverses each structure, and every street required, to make his rendezvous on time. His mission on this night, to meet someone who was risking their cover, and their life, just by speaking with someone as high profile, and as well-known for do-gooding as Steve Rogers. Due to the foregoing, there were to be no calls, and no texts. Just one on one. Face to face. It was the only way to get them to talk. The only way to get some, /any/ information on the person who has so transfixed Steve, since the revelation was made that he is alive: Bucky Barnes. ⠀

It was cliche really, meeting in a parking garage, in the middle of the night. Shades of Woodward, and Bern…. << !!BEEEEEP!!BEEEP!! >> The sound of a horn blares in the dark, as it narrowly misses the now ground-bound captain. “GET OUT OF THE WAY, ASSHOLE!” The voice fades, as the sentence continues, only barely audible by the end, due to the car’s disappearance into the distance, and the onyx-covered night. ⠀

{They better have something. They better know where I can find him…. Till the end of the line, Bucky....} His thoughts are, what they have been, since the briefing with Fury, and @Agent.Sharon.Carter. Focused. Desparate. Angry. But both his mental state, and his feelings of being lost, will get better he believes, once his friend has been freed from the nightmare that is his life. Once the partner he lost, has been found….
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⠀ ⠀ #WithWinterComesDeath ⠀ A @ProductofaColdEra Story. ⠀ In Association with @Excelsior_RP ⠀ Through ...
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⠀ ⠀ #WithWinterComesDeath ⠀ A @ProductofaColdEra Story. ⠀ In Association with @Excelsior_RP ⠀ Through the darkened, silver and black hallways of SHIELD Headquarters Steven Rogers walks with a purpose. Moving without care or concern as to who might be knocked out of the way by ...

#WithWinterComesDeath

A @ProductofaColdEra Story.

In Association with @Excelsior_RP

Through the darkened, silver and black hallways of SHIELD Headquarters Steven Rogers walks with a purpose. Moving without care or concern as to who might be knocked out of the way by his coming; his every step landing with a force and speed, reserved for only those occasions where haste is an absolute must. This happening to be just such an occasion. Today happening to be just such a day. A Briefing. An explanation. Of the stolen HYDRA file and its contents. What was Russia’s Winter Soldier program? Who was this equalizer assassin? Someone whose file Steve had memorized, though the man’s true identity remains unknown … at least to him. At least to the Captain. It having been redacted in the papers, and @Agent.Sharon.Carter having kept her mouth shut on the matter. Compartmentalization. Gotta love it.

But before he can wrestle with the questions, or search for the answers, anymore, he is there. Fury’s briefing room, replete with monitor after monitor, each displaying low resolution, black and white photographs. In each, can be seen either a singular, long-haired man, or who Steve quickly surmises to be that man’s targets. Successful targets. Each lying in a pool of their own blood. Each scratched off. Erased. /Assassinated/, by the Winter Soldier.

“Rogers, good, you’re here. Agent 13 told me you’ve been doing some diggin’ into some shit-piles you should have stayed the fuck out of….” Says the man with one eye. Says the man that can never truly be trusted….

(( Closed with @Agent.Sharon.Carter ))
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⠀ ⠀ Steps become leaps, and leaps become dives, as Steve sprints through the trees. Dodging left, ...
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⠀ ⠀ Steps become leaps, and leaps become dives, as Steve sprints through the trees. Dodging left, and right, trying to put as many obstacles as he can between he and his pursuers. Not HYDRA, not AIM, but … /raptors/. Dinosaurs. Live. /Real/. They came from everywhere, and yet nowhere. No ...

Steps become leaps, and leaps become dives, as Steve sprints through the trees. Dodging left, and right, trying to put as many obstacles as he can between he and his pursuers. Not HYDRA, not AIM, but … /raptors/. Dinosaurs. Live. /Real/. They came from everywhere, and yet nowhere. No warnings. No time for preparation. Europe; Africa; Asia; North America…. Every continent. Every base. In such in an ominous way, they came. From memory, and madness. Teams: separated. Contingents, and contingencies: broken. Now it is every man for himself. Evolution in action. ⠀

<<!RRRREEEEE!>> They scream, as they chase. Catching up. /Gaining/ on the super soldier, despite his legendary speed, the chasing Raptors now coming up … on his left. A foot race, one he was losing. Something new for the man made meta. But something he knows how to escape from, nonetheless. That plan driving him, he jumps, and in mid-air straightens, landing back first on fallen leaf and grass. Now laying, Rogers begins to slide down the rapidly declining hill, his feet keeping him aimed, and descending. Under, to the side of, and at times over, he moves at speed. As he travels, his various limbs and parts, barely miss everything and anything, that lay in his path, and though fast he moves, still they advance. /Still/ they close in on the soldier. ⠀

Boots, dirty and work-worn land suddenly, as the Captain springs to his feet, turns, and brandishes his trusty vibranium shield. The raptors, now exiting the forest, finally come into view, each bobbing and weaving, their eyes locked to their prey. In response to being surrounded, Steve backs in further, to the now surrounding military base enclosure. At least now he can see them. At least now there won’t be any surprises. At least now ... it’s a fight on Steve’s terms.
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⠀ ⠀ #EXTBT ⠀ With a HYDRA legion hot on his heels, Steve Rogers, Captain America, sprints through ...
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⠀ ⠀ #EXTBT ⠀ With a HYDRA legion hot on his heels, Steve Rogers, Captain America, sprints through the streets of New York. As he moves, fired lasers, sprayed bullets, and exploding … /everything/ are left in his wake. Is our hero destined to fight this army alone!? Or will another devotee ...

#EXTBT

With a HYDRA legion hot on his heels, Steve Rogers, Captain America, sprints through the streets of New York. As he moves, fired lasers, sprayed bullets, and exploding … /everything/ are left in his wake. Is our hero destined to fight this army alone!? Or will another devotee of justice and freedom come to his aid…. ⠀

(( Open to @Excelsior_RP for Throwback Thursday ))
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⠀ ⠀ Lost in the details, and the descriptions. Just another file. Another mission. What is it about ...
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⠀ ⠀ Lost in the details, and the descriptions. Just another file. Another mission. What is it about this one? About an assassin who might be more myth, than man. A ghost with a red star. A brother, yet to be found.... ⠀ ⠀ #WithWinterComesDeath

Lost in the details, and the descriptions. Just another file. Another mission. What is it about this one? About an assassin who might be more myth, than man. A ghost with a red star. A brother, yet to be found.... ⠀

#WithWinterComesDeath

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