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PSL for semistableman
Dec. 5th, 2018 04:16 pmThe large crowd of soldiers in front of him were tired, dirty, homesick and 100% not interested in seeing him. Steve had realized that the moment he walked out onto the stage and started up with the girls during the music number. Not a single one of them seemed interested in him, no. Their eyes were all on the girls.
He turned, watching them all walk off stage and sighing before turning back and starting in on his speech. He knew it by heart, every word, every inflection and even still he didn't understand why he was giving it here of all places. None of these guys were interested in bonds. None of them would be buying any. They were the ones fighting for the country. He just felt silly.
He hesitated though when a few of the guys started shouting at him to get off the stage and to bring the girls back. He would have gone immediately except he noticed a figure in the back stand up and start moving closer in the crowd.
He blinked. Frowned. Blinked again before squinting. No. Wait, had he asked who the soldiers were he was performing for? He turned suddenly, looking at the girl closest to the edge of the stage. "Am I performing for the 107th!?"
That was when he heard a familiar voice yelling at him and he winced. He was in so much trouble.
He turned, watching them all walk off stage and sighing before turning back and starting in on his speech. He knew it by heart, every word, every inflection and even still he didn't understand why he was giving it here of all places. None of these guys were interested in bonds. None of them would be buying any. They were the ones fighting for the country. He just felt silly.
He hesitated though when a few of the guys started shouting at him to get off the stage and to bring the girls back. He would have gone immediately except he noticed a figure in the back stand up and start moving closer in the crowd.
He blinked. Frowned. Blinked again before squinting. No. Wait, had he asked who the soldiers were he was performing for? He turned suddenly, looking at the girl closest to the edge of the stage. "Am I performing for the 107th!?"
That was when he heard a familiar voice yelling at him and he winced. He was in so much trouble.
PSL for semistableman
Sep. 3rd, 2018 05:38 pm[Everything had happened so fast. One minute everyone was fighting Thanos. Well, everyone they had left and even a few new faces, like the girl. Carol Danvers was the name she'd given them along with the explanation of her powers. Captain Marvel. He'd studied her a bit and they'd talked and he'd found that he'd liked her.
But that wasn't important now. During the battle there had been a moment. Steve wasn't sure what had led up to it, what had happened to give him that window of opportunity but they had all been fighting, everyone using everything they had left in them to battle Thanos and the next moment Steve had watched the gauntlet fall to the ground just within his reach. Really, there hadn't even been a moment of hesitation before he was picking it up. It was just like his thoughts had cleared and he knew what he had to do.
He hadn't even heard the others yelling at him at first as he'd slid the gauntlet on. The thing was huge, but he managed to make it work. His thoughts on everyone they had lost, on the mourning they had gone through. Tony said there could be a way to bring them back. What if it was as simple as another snap? Like the one Thanos had made, only with the intent of bringing everyone back? He didn't hear or see Tony, or Natasha, or any of the rest of the team yelling for him to stop. That they didn't know what could happen. All he could focus on was bring Bucky and everyone else back to them. And with that he closed his eyes and snapped.
-Weeks Later-
Even Steve should have known using something as powerful as the gauntlet would have come at a price. When he slowly opened his eyes he noticed just how weak he felt, how tired. Oh and he was sore. So very sore. He shifted ever so slowly, groaning quietly as his eyes started to adjust and almost immediately he saw the difference. Things didn't look quite the same as he expected. The colors off. He turned his head, lifting his hand to scrub his face which was when he noticed how small his hand and arm were.
Within moments, he was sitting up, staring down at himself in abject horror.]
Whats going on!?
[It was shouted as he looked around before his eyes landed on an all too familiar figure sitting in the chair next to the bed. It was then that everything was forgotten. The changes to his body, the pain and soreness, the confusion. It all melted away the moment he laid eyes on Bucky.]
But that wasn't important now. During the battle there had been a moment. Steve wasn't sure what had led up to it, what had happened to give him that window of opportunity but they had all been fighting, everyone using everything they had left in them to battle Thanos and the next moment Steve had watched the gauntlet fall to the ground just within his reach. Really, there hadn't even been a moment of hesitation before he was picking it up. It was just like his thoughts had cleared and he knew what he had to do.
He hadn't even heard the others yelling at him at first as he'd slid the gauntlet on. The thing was huge, but he managed to make it work. His thoughts on everyone they had lost, on the mourning they had gone through. Tony said there could be a way to bring them back. What if it was as simple as another snap? Like the one Thanos had made, only with the intent of bringing everyone back? He didn't hear or see Tony, or Natasha, or any of the rest of the team yelling for him to stop. That they didn't know what could happen. All he could focus on was bring Bucky and everyone else back to them. And with that he closed his eyes and snapped.
-Weeks Later-
Even Steve should have known using something as powerful as the gauntlet would have come at a price. When he slowly opened his eyes he noticed just how weak he felt, how tired. Oh and he was sore. So very sore. He shifted ever so slowly, groaning quietly as his eyes started to adjust and almost immediately he saw the difference. Things didn't look quite the same as he expected. The colors off. He turned his head, lifting his hand to scrub his face which was when he noticed how small his hand and arm were.
Within moments, he was sitting up, staring down at himself in abject horror.]
Whats going on!?
[It was shouted as he looked around before his eyes landed on an all too familiar figure sitting in the chair next to the bed. It was then that everything was forgotten. The changes to his body, the pain and soreness, the confusion. It all melted away the moment he laid eyes on Bucky.]
