fillers or aus i would love to play running list; if you're interested in any of this, throw up a starter and i am there
steve + peggy
Peggy and Steve's reunion when he returns to the past.
That dance scene. /sobs
Anything about their life afterward.
steve + tony
Conversations about Peggy or Howard, or anything else they'd talk about during their 2-man mission to the past
First time Steve and Tony interact after Tony calls Steve out on how failing together sucks.
Did Steve and Tony ever talk during those 5 years? If so, what did that look like?
[au] Tony survives, but Steve doesn't know that when he goes back in time. So now Steve is really old and Tony is not.
[au] Tony survives and Steve comes back from returning the stones and they rebuild their relationship
steve + natasha
Awful life at Avengers compound before Ant-Man, basically lots of hurt/comfort with each other
[au] When Steve tells Natasha that maybe they should both move on, he asks her out on a date — it becomes a very sad attempt at moving on, but it's also a sad kind of solace.
steve + bucky
Honestly, they barely got any time back together. Steve and Buck MUST have talked before Steve just decided to go back in the past. Possible convo where he admits he's not coming back, and asking Bucky if he wants to return back to their time with him?
steve + anyone
So ... you can so Mjolnir now?
Conversations with various characters when he returns the stones to their rightful place in the past
Someone insisting on going back in time with Steve, and they return all the stones together and this person convinces Steve to come back (or, is convinced that he really doesn't want to)
shuri + anyone
Rebuilding the world from Wakanda
Meeting the other avengers
One-uping our science bros during reconstruction :D
tony stark (AI) + morgan/anyone
I imagine this will be mostly sass.
And with everyone who is not Morgan, this will basically be him joking about how he's going to live forever.
Months and months have bled together - and yet even in her emotional fugue if she were pressed Natasha could tell you exactly how long it'd been since the snap happened. Months of trying to track Thanos, months of trying to help scramble everything under control, to help those that remain. It's a whole hell of a lot easier said than done. There are many things that Natasha has done in the past that were easier to handle, and easier to manage to sleep after they were done. But in the months the Russian has still not quite managed to allow herself to really, truly get a good night's sleep since.
It's kind of hard to feel all right resting when you've failed the countless masses who are literally dust in the wind now.
There's no routine, no usual, and no normal even after the time that has passed no matter the hours that are left unfilled. No matter the fact that Thanos and any solution still elludes them. It's those things that haunt Nat in the night - whether through the nightmares or through her body tossing and turning, unable even subconsciously when she can shut down for a little while, until she's awake. Tonight it was the nightmares. And even though there's never rhym or reason to any of it - not even how she handles the insomnia - the Avenger found herself wandering the compound, peering into empty rooms ...though she's not sure whether it's torture or a punishment. The only door that didn't hurt to move passed was Steve's, and she's still fighting the impulse (as she breaks away toward the kitchen) to slip inside and reassure herself that he's still there. No matter how quiet she might be, though, she can't spin a justification to follow through that isn't at least somewhat creepy.
Others have been moving on, whether through force of will or necessity, but Natasha can't - she feels trapped in a way because she knows that this is where she needs to be should something change. There's a part of her that is yearning and itching for a chance, for something to cling to, though....for a balm, or a puprpose. It's in a numb state that Nat winds up seated on the counter with a bottle of water, listening to the silence. And she's not sure if it's hope or instinct that tickels the back of her neck. "Couldn't sleep either?"
The low town, and confidence there is false. She's not even entirely sure that he's actually awake...even if part of her might have selfishly hoped wandering passed his room would rouse him. She could just be talking to ghosts of the past, of the people that used to fill this space. She could be losing it, or maybe she already has.
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noble_sentiments) wrote2019-04-28 12:02 pm
Here! Have a little h/c and an opening to moving on together if you're feeling it! :)
It's kind of hard to feel all right resting when you've failed the countless masses who are literally dust in the wind now.
There's no routine, no usual, and no normal even after the time that has passed no matter the hours that are left unfilled. No matter the fact that Thanos and any solution still elludes them. It's those things that haunt Nat in the night - whether through the nightmares or through her body tossing and turning, unable even subconsciously when she can shut down for a little while, until she's awake. Tonight it was the nightmares. And even though there's never rhym or reason to any of it - not even how she handles the insomnia - the Avenger found herself wandering the compound, peering into empty rooms ...though she's not sure whether it's torture or a punishment. The only door that didn't hurt to move passed was Steve's, and she's still fighting the impulse (as she breaks away toward the kitchen) to slip inside and reassure herself that he's still there. No matter how quiet she might be, though, she can't spin a justification to follow through that isn't at least somewhat creepy.
Others have been moving on, whether through force of will or necessity, but Natasha can't - she feels trapped in a way because she knows that this is where she needs to be should something change. There's a part of her that is yearning and itching for a chance, for something to cling to, though....for a balm, or a puprpose. It's in a numb state that Nat winds up seated on the counter with a bottle of water, listening to the silence. And she's not sure if it's hope or instinct that tickels the back of her neck. "Couldn't sleep either?"
The low town, and confidence there is false. She's not even entirely sure that he's actually awake...even if part of her might have selfishly hoped wandering passed his room would rouse him. She could just be talking to ghosts of the past, of the people that used to fill this space. She could be losing it, or maybe she already has.