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.
[ The Avengers were not the only ones who'd suffered a thorough defeat.
Jane's galaxy had been beyond Thanos' reach, true, but in that far corner of the universe there instead was a warlord named Kylo Ren. Ren commanded a great army and an even greater, darker power, and he'd sought death and destruction, intending to build a new order from the ashes of his rage. She had fought against Ren, as did many others; they had called themselves the Resistance, a ragtag band of rebels under the leadership of one General Leia Organa. Jane's mother.
But Ren and his First Order had won. That Jane survived at all was a miracle in itself.
Her escape pod had crashed on Earth a few days after Thanos destroyed the Infinity Stones, his final act somehow causing a rift in space-time and allowing her to slip through. She'd been found and taken in by the surviving Avengers, at least those who'd opted to remain in the New York area, and she'd been as lost and devastated as they were, albeit for different reasons.
It had been several weeks since. She'd recovered from her physical injuries and acclimatized to the Terran homeworld, but the nightmares and the guilt persisted. She supposed it was harder for her to move on because she was an empath, and unlike Mantis who needed to be in physical contact to feel someone's emotions, with the Force Jane could sense emotions as acutely as one could smell something in the air. This world, this galaxy, was aching for those who'd vanished, and she had to deal with that, along with her own grief.
She stood alone on the Brooklyn Bridge that afternoon, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, watching the sunset. The view was beautiful, but she couldn't bring herself to think so. ]
[ In many ways, finding Jane had been a welcome distraction. In the few days between the snap and her crashing onto Earth, all anyone knew had been destroyed. Half the world had vanished. Half their team β gone. Then, in the days immediately after killing Thanos, the remaining Avengers had felt useless.
Helpless.
And for Steve, helping someone was his fallback, his own compartmentalization technique.
So they took Jane in, and it hadn't taken long for the truth to come out, at least about her galaxy being beyond Thanos' reach. They'd filled her in on what had happened in their galaxy and promised to help her find a way back home.
It was still unexpected, however, when Steve sees her standing by herself on the Brooklyn Bridge. He's running, which was more distraction than exercise at this point, but not running felt regressive. Like he was admitting that there was simply nothing left that he could do.
He's a little out of breath when he slows to a jog, then to a stop, first glancing out into the sunset before saying anything. From here, you can see the countless boats still out in the docks, motionless except for the waves that carried them up and down without their owners. ]
[ Her gaze is distant and she's fumbling distractedly with a ring when he comes to a stop beside her, and it's not until he calls out her name that she actually realizes she's no longer alone. Under normal circumstances she would've been able to sense him coming, but she's been trying not to access the Force so much, in the hopes that it would somehow help her feel less.
It's not really been working.
She turns her head to look at him, and though she attempts to come up with one of her smiles, she falters. ]
Hey, Steve.
[ But she wants to smile for him, because she feels he needs it more than anyone, most especially after everything he's done for her in the short span of time they've known each other. There's a sadness to him she can't quite place, one inexplicably deep and complex. He's so... lonely.
She tucks the ring back under her shirt, though the thin metal chain around her neck remains visible. ]
Question for you. [ Now there's at least a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. ] Why did the people not like the restaurant on the moon?
[ Were she back in her galaxy, with the people she called her family, they'd be groaning and rolling their eyes by now, because her jokes were terrible. But she kept throwing them around anyway, with an infectious grin and a twinkle of mischief in her eyes that nearly everyone in close proximity to her seemed to adore. None of which was present right now. ]
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noble_sentiments) wrote2019-04-28 12:02 pm
/slides in here - let me know if this doesnβt work? :3
Jane's galaxy had been beyond Thanos' reach, true, but in that far corner of the universe there instead was a warlord named Kylo Ren. Ren commanded a great army and an even greater, darker power, and he'd sought death and destruction, intending to build a new order from the ashes of his rage. She had fought against Ren, as did many others; they had called themselves the Resistance, a ragtag band of rebels under the leadership of one General Leia Organa. Jane's mother.
But Ren and his First Order had won. That Jane survived at all was a miracle in itself.
Her escape pod had crashed on Earth a few days after Thanos destroyed the Infinity Stones, his final act somehow causing a rift in space-time and allowing her to slip through. She'd been found and taken in by the surviving Avengers, at least those who'd opted to remain in the New York area, and she'd been as lost and devastated as they were, albeit for different reasons.
It had been several weeks since. She'd recovered from her physical injuries and acclimatized to the Terran homeworld, but the nightmares and the guilt persisted. She supposed it was harder for her to move on because she was an empath, and unlike Mantis who needed to be in physical contact to feel someone's emotions, with the Force Jane could sense emotions as acutely as one could smell something in the air. This world, this galaxy, was aching for those who'd vanished, and she had to deal with that, along with her own grief.
She stood alone on the Brooklyn Bridge that afternoon, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, watching the sunset. The view was beautiful, but she couldn't bring herself to think so. ]
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Helpless.
And for Steve, helping someone was his fallback, his own compartmentalization technique.
So they took Jane in, and it hadn't taken long for the truth to come out, at least about her galaxy being beyond Thanos' reach. They'd filled her in on what had happened in their galaxy and promised to help her find a way back home.
It was still unexpected, however, when Steve sees her standing by herself on the Brooklyn Bridge. He's running, which was more distraction than exercise at this point, but not running felt regressive. Like he was admitting that there was simply nothing left that he could do.
He's a little out of breath when he slows to a jog, then to a stop, first glancing out into the sunset before saying anything. From here, you can see the countless boats still out in the docks, motionless except for the waves that carried them up and down without their owners. ]
Jane?
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It's not really been working.
She turns her head to look at him, and though she attempts to come up with one of her smiles, she falters. ]
Hey, Steve.
[ But she wants to smile for him, because she feels he needs it more than anyone, most especially after everything he's done for her in the short span of time they've known each other. There's a sadness to him she can't quite place, one inexplicably deep and complex. He's so... lonely.
She tucks the ring back under her shirt, though the thin metal chain around her neck remains visible. ]
Question for you. [ Now there's at least a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. ] Why did the people not like the restaurant on the moon?
[ Were she back in her galaxy, with the people she called her family, they'd be groaning and rolling their eyes by now, because her jokes were terrible. But she kept throwing them around anyway, with an infectious grin and a twinkle of mischief in her eyes that nearly everyone in close proximity to her seemed to adore. None of which was present right now. ]