noble_sentiments | endgame open post (spoilers ahead)

endgame open post (spoilers ahead)

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steve rogers

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shuri

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tony stark (AI)

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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.

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[ He finds Steve still staring out over the water long after everyone else has gone inside to comfort Stark's widow and child. He knows how hard Steve took his death, even if they've never actually talked about it. It's the same with Natasha, though Sam at least managed to make some headway in that direction after he'd had time to process it himself. None of it is easy and Bucky doesn't know if he trusts himself enough to bring it up with him.

He steps up beside him, the leaves crunching under his feet as he buries his hands in the coat of his leather jacket and follows Steve's gaze. He may not know what to say, or how to say it, but he can damn well ensure that Steve doesn't have to go through this alone. ]

[ After the service, Steve hadn't meant to wander out here alone. He only knew he needed to walk, and then step by step, his feet took him here to the edge of the lake. If there had been more land, he probably would've kept going, but even Steve Rogers can't walk on water. Though, he thinks, Tony Stark kind of could.

He smiles softly at the thought, even as he feels a lump gathering in his throat. He could never have told Tony that flying lets him pass over water like Jesus. A comment like that would've gone straight to his head.

Would've.

When it comes to Tony Stark, Steve has too many regrets.

Before he can dig himself into a hole too deep, however, the crunch of the leaves though gives him plenty of warning that someone's coming. After a few steps, without looking, he knows it's Bucky.

In the first couple of seconds, he feels compelled to say something or to explain why he's here. But as he turns to look at his best friend, Steve just smiles, weakly, like a soldier who has always known what it means to lose a man — but who knows he will never be able to move on. ]

There were rumours. Rumours that were hushed whispers. It was after SHIELD had been started. Howard had brought Peggy to California and helped found SHIELD with her. She basically ran the show and Howard was in charge of the tech, when he wasn't wooing the ladies. Still, as aloof as he appeared, he kept his eyes and ears open.

When there were whispers of Peggy dating again, long after the good Captain had died and never came home, Howard became worried. Some mystery man. Peggy never brought him to work, never talked about him. No pictures. No nothing. Still, she was smiling more. There was a skip in her step that had been sorely lacking.

Howard felt protective. He wasn't going to let his best pal get hurt. That's what caused him to show up at her house. The workday was over. He should have called first. He should have done a lot of things. Howard prepped for the inevitable brush off and perhaps slap of showing up unannounced. Peg and Jarvis were both very British when it came to that.

His fist banged on the door hard. "Peg, I know you're in there and I know you're not alone. I can hear the music. Open that door right now," he growled.

[ They arrive in New York in the middle of a Vietnam war protest. As far as arrivals go, it's not exactly the most discreet one, especially in their white suits. They look like astronauts in the middle of a group of angry students and young people. There's a gasp as some of the protestors fall back at their sudden appearance and Tony looks up to meet Steve's eyes.]

Let's get out of here.

[ He nods towards the right and begins moving through the crowd towards a street that isn't packed with protestors where they can regroup and figure out a way to get to New Jersey.]

Edited 2019-04-29 01:52 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ Although Happy (and Pepper, and Rhodey) keep insisting that he should keep resting, Tony’s starting to go a little stir crazy being home. He’s tired of laying down, of napping, of being cooped up. And he gets why they’re so protective and careful with him, really, he does. He knows the first days after the battle hadn’t been easy, that he had scared the hell out of all of them. He knows how close he came to death because there are some days where he still feels like death warmed over.

Today is a good day, though, and after some insisting he manages to convince Happy to drive him to where the compound used to be. He had turned over the keys to Fury for the reconstruction, and he assumes people are there working with whatever they have while they get the compound up and running again, but even if they aren’t he just...wants to be there. Maybe it’s morbid, maybe it’s pointless, but, well, the heart wants what it wants.

While Happy drives, Tony manages to sleep during most of the drive, but he wakes up in time for them to cross the gate. Most of the debris has been cleared, giving way for the craters from the blasts to become visible, but it’s not all gone. People are working, trying to get the place up and running, and it’s something. It makes him feel better just at the sight.

As they approach, the sight of a familiar face makes him pause. He hadn’t expected anyone from the team to actually be there, but Steve Rogers is off to the side, close to where some of the tents are, and for some reason it takes him by surprise.

“Pull over, Hap,” he says after a brief pause. Once they park, Happy is quick to walk over to his door to help him out of the car. Not that he can’t do it, exactly, but considering his right arm is more or less useless and in a sling that keeps it close to his body, he’s not stupid enough to deny the help. ]

Hey, Cap.

[ He looks a million times better than the last time they had seen each other; he’s standing on his own, for one, and doesn’t look as white as a ghost. The scarring on the right side of his face is nothing more than faint lines that show where the effect of the stones had almost carved him from the inside out, but it’s healed. He’s speaking, and other than his right arm being out of commission, he seems more or less okay. At least, okay enough to be here.

The corners of his lips quirk slightly in a small smile. ]

Good to see you.

[ From Bruce, Sam and Bucky's perspective, Steve Rogers had gone back in time for only 30 seconds. Then, just like that, he was back, Mjolnir in one hand, an empty metal case in the other. He'd seemed normal — he was extra glad to see them, which made sense, but Steve also seemed pensive, like he'd experienced something he wasn't ready to share yet.

A couple days later, Steve eventually tells Bucky that he'd nearly stayed in the past, permanently. Bucky tells Steve he'd been surprised to see him come back. The two of them just smiled after that.

Now, a few weeks later, Cap is back at the compound to fulfill a promise. Before he left, Peggy made him agree to two things. First, that he'd always keep SHEILD — the organization she built — honest to its founding mission. Second, that he'd find himself a nice girl and settle down. The first was easy to agree to, the second, not as much. But he did agree, eventually. So he's here, rebuilding, because even if SHEILD no longer exists like it used to, the Avengers do.

The sound of a car door shutting pulls his attention though, as he turns around to see who it is. He sees Happy, walking over to open the passenger side door, and Steve expects to see Pepper more than he expected to see—

Steve smiles, with a sense of warmth and nostalgia in his eyes. He hasn't seen Tony since leaving to return the stones. ]

Tony.

[ And he does look a million times better. When Shuri had shepherded Tony to Wakanda for his initial treatment, Steve had only stayed long enough to make sure he'd be alright. ]

Recovery looks good on you.

[ He'd only visited once after he came back. Tony had been knocked out then, but Pepper and Rhodey had filled him in. Stable. Healing. Expected to make a nearly full recovery. That had been enough for Steve. ]

It's soft, dancing music — maybe swaying music is a better way to put it, probably from the radio. But when Howard's fist bangs on the door, even if the music is still playing, it feels like the rest of the houses freezes.

The sound of footsteps follows, but when the front door opens, it's only Peggy that's in view.

"What is this about Howard?" she asks, with a single hand on her hip.

In the background, the radio keeps playing from the other room.

[ That smile hits Bucky right in the chest and he frees his right hand to reach out and put it on Steve's shoulder, squeezing it. ]

He was a good man.

[ He knows that. Despite the last time they saw each other. Despite the right he'd had to go after Bucky the way he had. He knows what he'd meant to Steve. To all of them.

Edited 2019-05-01 01:50 (UTC)

[ There's no discussion needed. Steve nods immediately and follows Tony towards a side street. It's so crowded here that Steve doesn't even disable his helmet — it's too risky for him to be recognized.

After they make a few turns and find their way down an alley, Steve sets down the hammer, lifts his wrist and tells the suit to disappear. That's better. At least they're less wildly dressed. ]

One down, five to go.

[ They'd returned the reality stone first. They'd guessed that one would be easiest and they were exactly right. Peter Quill was still passed out outside the temple when they placed the stone back into its protective case. ]

Thanks. Not bad, right? Came a long way from being fried extra crispy.

[ He says it with a smirk, as if he’s joking, but it’s not a lie. His arm is the only thing that shows the true extent of how the damage was initially, since no matter how many treatments he goes through they can’t seem to make it better, but at least it’s hidden under the sleeve of the henley that he’s wearing. ]

You look good, too. Taking some downtime while the compound is up and running, or are you back to the usual Cap duties?

"Don't give me that, Peg." Howard shook a finger at her. "You know that I care about you. And I respect your privacy, well, more than most. We've been through a lot and I keep a few secrets for you, but this..." He took a step closer, but did not try to force his way inside.

His voice lowered, just enough that he wasn't shouting, but that anyone in the house could hear him. "You are a good woman. You have a good heart and you are one of my best pal's, Peg. You start dating someone new and I'm not going to let it go amiss. Gotta make sure that they pass the Stark test. Be worthy of you." His arms crossed over his chest and his lips formed a little pout.

"Come on... I don't want to see you hurt again. I was there, after he went into the ice. You deserve better than that." Howard had tried. He'd tried so hard to find Steve, searching even when others told him not to. That's how he'd found the Tesseract. In his heart, not finding Steve had been his biggest failure.

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[ 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 — 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. ]

Jane?

[ Steve gives Tony a small, lop-sided grin at the joke. It's good to know that Tony's acting like his old self again. ]

A little bit of both. [ He turns around then, to take a look at where the Avengers compound used to stand, and what they still have left to clean. After a few seconds, he turns back towards Tony with his hands resting on his hips. ]

No missions. [ He says it definitively like it's a deliberate decision to opt-out. ] Except maybe just one. Get this place up and running again. [ Steve lifts an eyebrow as he searches Tony's eyes for a moment. ] It is home, after all.

[ The squeeze feels familiar — a mirror of the many times they've gone through this ritual for one another.

When he hears Buck say that Tony was a good man, Steve pulls his smile tighter as he nods. His own hand reaches up to pat Bucky's twice, before lowering back down. ]

A great one.

[ It's less of a correction and more of an acknowledgment — of both how much Tony had grown, and how much Tony had taught him in the past ten years. ]

[ Like Steve, Tony turns to look at where the compound used to be. Some days the fight feels like a far away dream - a very painful and long one - but here’s proof of it. It happened. They survived. They had won. That’s partly why he’s here, as if to remind himself of it, but he’d never admit that even to himself.

When Steve answers about this being his mission, of sorts, and getting the place up and running, Tony smiles faintly. Good, he thinks, because it’d be just depressing to let this place go. It held a lot of bad memories, but it holds great ones as well.

His smile grows a bit more when Steve says that it’s home, and Tony nods with a small sigh under his breath. ]

Yeah...guess it is. [ A pause. ] So you’re moving back in after it’s all done?

[ 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. ]

The suit hangs in his closet like an accusation. It bothers him he can’t remember hanging it up. It drags him from the present and flings him with horrific speed into the knowledge that May had lived five years without anyone. That it’s been her alone in this apartment while the world ended.

He can’t do this. It’s been two weeks and he can. Not. Do. This.

Peter grabs his mask off his desk and fists it between his hands.

“Come on, Spider-Man,” he whispers, and dragging in a shaking breath, he jams the mask on over his face.

As soon as the mask locks on, the only indication that anything's different about Peter's suit is the quiet sound of something starting up. It isn't mechanical — that's too old school — but it's distinct. A sound effect that references music that Peter is too young to have listened to.

Hello kid.

It's Tony's voice, through and through. There's not even an electronic staccato to the way things are pronounced.

That mask is off his face fast enough to give a bystander whiplash. He throws it hard into the back of closet, body backing away until he hits the far wall, chest heaving. He can’t breathe.

He can’t breathe.

He scrubs his fists against his eyes until he sees spots dancing behind his eyelids.

May is calling his name through his door, and he had to have said something because after another second of silence she’s gone.

Slowly, he crawls back to his closet and retrieves his mask. Maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe-

He slips it back on with trembling hands.

“Mr. Stark?”

It hurts you know. The way you throw me into the closet.

If Peter's searching for some sense of grief, some acknowledgment of what has happened, he isn't getting it. Not even in the tone of Tony's voice. Until—

I'm dead, aren't I?

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