shatteredshards asked: Prompt: Darcy/Steve. Steve gets hit with something (your choice) that turns him back into a kid mentally. It's only temporary, but Darcy's stuck watching him until it wears off.
I hope you weren’t expecting something happy.
"I look like this?" Steve says, looking in the mirror, rubbing his hands over his face "How do I look like this?"
It’s going to be okay. Everyone else has had to go through this strange fucked up mess of mental age regression and they’ve all come right back to where they need to be in a few minutes. Something about Steve’s physiology is doing something strange and for once, it’s taking longer to process.
Until it passes, Steve’s fourteen inside, and enthralled by the reflection in the mirror.
"Lady, I don’t think you understand," he talks a little higher than normal, but his accent is thick as mud, "This ain’t anything I’ve ever seen before. On anyone. How’d this happen, ya know?"
"Good clean living, kid," she responds, "Eat your vitamins and become a science experiment."
"I wish Bucky were here, he’d love to see this." Steve flexes his bicep and touches and Darcy is not going to think too hard about how inappropriate this is making her feel. "He’d be jealous, he’s always been the charmer, gets all the lookers. Is he here? Can I see him?" Steve continues with childish enthusiasm.
Darcy’s face must tell him all he needs to know, because he drops his head and looks down, “I guess it was a little much to be hopeful for, that we’d both be alive now.”
Hopefully this won’t last long, because this Steve wears his emotions close to the surface, and the devastation in the line of his jaw utterly wrecks Darcy.
Today my creative writing teacher asked me if we, as writers, ever felt comfortable portraying situations we had never experienced. I literally had to stop myself from raising my hand and saying, “Well, I just wrote a 2,000-word gay smut fic about two male superheroes sucking each other’s dicks so… yeah, I’d say I’m pretty comfortable.”
and maybe i’m too blind to see, the line was always crossed in me
Because this picture was too beautiful, I just had to fic it. NSFW, slight violence, and slash. Light spoilers for Cap 2 premise.
Steve Rogers had been tortured, but never like this. Everyone warned him that this mission to go after his old friend would not end well. And from the moment that the enemy forces tightened the handcuffs around his wrists, he knew that he was in for trouble. But he never realized who they would send in to extract every ounce of information, from the details of the super-soldier-serum to his access code for the SHIELD mainframe.
"I want you to beg, Rogers," the soldier growled. He let the bare edge of his knife kiss Steve’s neck, a half grin tugging lazily at his lips.
Thing about Steve Rogers I’ve never seen addressed in fanfic, despite how incredibly common the “super talented artist steve” character trait is:
Steve Rogers was born color blind, at least in MCU. Presumably post-serum this was “fixed”. Meaning, when he became Captain America, it was the first time he saw red. Literally, but not figuratively, of course.
Now, think about all the important things and people in Steve’s life that are red in hue. Imagine he’s not only seeing all these fantastical, terrifying things and people, but they’re all a color he’s never even seen before. And it just gets to be more after the ice.
“Enjoying your vacation?”
Steve looked up at the familiar voice — Natasha Romanov in civilian clothes, glancing down at him. He should have known. She was the only one who could walk so quietly.