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columbinepurples:

All I want is the story of Sam and Steve, the quiet one, the one that grows in between the saving of the world and the stretch of time they search for what’s left of the Winter Soldier, the one that learns to breathe.  It’s the story of Sam teaching Steve how to play Frisbee with plastic instead of tin (we used to put pies in them first, says Steve).  It’s the story of copper-colored mornings and Sam never asking Steve to slow down when they run (because sometimes he understands you have to burn the ache right out of your bones).  It’s staying in on rainy days and listening to antiquated music, lazing on the sofa, and how Sam grasps Steve’s ankle when he wants to get up instead of telling him to move.  It’s Sam laughing at stupid jokes, and Steve making stupider ones to see how far he’ll go.  It’s Steve pretending he knows what he’s doing, when he doesn’t.

It’s dropping by to see Sam speak at group sometimes, hiding in the back, watching him lean into the crowd like he’s as much their friend as he is Steve’s.  It’s in a casual reminder that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and how Steve puts the Trouble Man soundtrack on during those nights when he dreams of ice, and how he always wakes up with a murmur for someone who might be sitting close by.  It’s Sam’s slow migration of dog-eared books into Steve’s apartment, where they cram in between the glasses and bowls on his shelves, haphazard and not-temporary.  It’s that breathless, whirling moment of flight that Steve learns to prefer against free fall without a parachute.

It’s that time Sam accidentally drops Steve on a rooftop and lands, cursing at how heavy he is.  Steve is laughing, wind-chapped red, still sprawled on his ass.  The sound makes Sam’s heart trip over its own noise.

Actually, it’s not much of a story.  But they get there, anyway, day by day.

Filed under What the hell is this? Why are there tears in my eyes?! *sobs* I want this fic! All 500 chapters of it! OTP: On your left Captain America Sam Wilson Steve Rogers Ships I heart

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queerly-it-is:

So I’ve decided Steve totally wore that unbelievably tight shirt as a way of getting Sam’s attention.

He spots Sam while they’re both running, but he can’t think of how to start a conversation that won’t be awkward.

He mentions it to Natasha during one of her insistent and almost always bizarrely-timed attempts to improve his love life.

“There’s a guy on my jogging route,” he admits, ducking bullets or punches or both.

“You should talk to him,” Natasha says as she drops another mercenary.

Steve dodges a knife swing and knocks the guy unconscious. “I don’t even know his name.”

“That’s what the talking’s for.”

“We’re always both running, isn’t there some kind of etiquette about not interrupting?”

“Depends,” she says, snatching a rifle from the guy aiming at her and smoothly dismantling it into three pieces before hitting him over the head with one of them. She drops the pieces on his prone form with a shrug and looks at Steve. “Just how desperate are you?”

Steve pauses for a millisecond. “What am I gonna say?”

He only ever passes by the guy, and they both keep to their own bit of path; it’s not like he needs to yell ‘watch out’.

She smirks as they walk to their extraction point. “You’ll think of something. And if that fails then just a wear a smaller size of whatever you usually go running in.”

He makes a face. “Really?”

“You have assets, Rogers, it’s just good sense to use them to their full effect.”

The chopper’s close enough Steve can hear the rotors whumping. “Fine, but if it doesn’t work you can’t try and fix me up for a month.”

She smirks again but doesn’t say anything, which means she’s planning something.

When he wakes up the next morning, the shirt’s sitting neatly folded on his bedside table. He’s given up asking Natasha not to pick the locks.

The note placed on top reads “Desperate times…

Even if he can’t think of anything better in the moment than ‘on your left’, it only takes a few repetitions to get a response, and he’s only a little worried about the shirt cutting off the circulation in his arms.

The guy’s name is Sam.

It’s all worth it.

Filed under Sorry not sorry That this is long *sobs* I HEART THIS SHIP SO MUCH Captain America OTP: On your left Steve Rogers Sam Wilson Ships I heart

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"Chris and I have been in a lot of dark places together, and the thing I love about Chris, we met over some ‘apple juice’ and it was like one of those experiences where there’s a dude you meet and you’re like ‘Man, you’re a cool dude.’ Then a whole bottle of ‘apple juice’ later you’re like ‘Man, we’re friends.’ Just a dark, dark place."- Anthony Mackie.

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