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Sam Wilson [MCU] ([personal profile] on_your_right) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-05-05 05:58 pm

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He's a wing down and a man short. Sam knows that all that keeps him hanging with the likes of Mystery Man and Captain America are the wings and without one, he's got to ground himself before he becomes more of a liability than a help. If you'd told him last month that he'd be staging an air assault against S.H.I.E.L.D and their souped up helicarriers, he'd have told you that you were insane and given some recommendations for good psychiatric care at the VA but Sam isn't laughing now and he's thinking that he's the one in need of good psychiatric care.

But damn, it feels good to be fighting the good fight again and it feels even better to know that Captain America himself is depending on him. It feels better than flying sky high with nothing but a set of metal wings strapped to his back and Sam had been pretty sure there was nothing that compared to the exhilaration of that.

Except this.

He takes a landing that isn't so much graceful as functional through one of the blown-out windows of the Triskelion and starts pulling at doors, trying to find the best escape route. Since most of the good guys are technically Hydra's guys at this point, Sam's not sure who to trust. He wrenches open a utility door that looks promising; maybe it heads down an old, unused maintenance hallway and he can find a way out without tripping all the guards from here to Arlington.

The decor doesn't seem to match the door. Instead of the utilitarian metal and concrete that's the hallmark of most government buildings, this one leads to plush carpeting and warm, cheery decor. It looks like a damn vacation compared to where he just came from and Sam cranes his neck to see around the corner as best he can, hoping he doesn't get shot while he's pulling his worst Roadrunner impersonation. That would be a damn mess. Rogers would probably try to spin it during his funeral that he died a hero but he thinks at least Romanoff would be snickering in the background. Can't get anything past her. He doesn't get shot (this time) and decides that maybe it's worth the risk. The halls seem empty of personnel, friendly or not, and maybe it's a chance to get the hell out and get somewhere that he can coordinate back with his team.

He likes the sound of that, being part of a team again, and grins to himself as he carefully works his way down the hall, trying to look as nondescript as possible. That's a little hampered by the twisted, broken wing attached to his back but maybe anyone he runs into will be so damn shocked that they won't notice he's only half a bird right now. Maybe.
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[personal profile] captain_rogers 2014-07-04 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Save for Natasha's continued attempts to find him a girl, her suggestions of many of SHIELD's non-combat ladies mixed with agents who weren't too far removed from themselves by SHIELD protocol and a few women here and there wholly unconnected (or so he had thought) from the agency, Steve could not think of the last time he had talked about a woman with a friend and it been so...easy. His grin then was reflexive, though he had to acknowledge he had done nothing by way of speaking to Sif that had been anything but friendly, more often the speech shared by soldiers than a fella looking at a pretty dame.

That might have been the key to it, now that he thought about it.

He nodded, "She is." A fact which spurred on the thought that he likely needed to speak to Thor about it, out of common courtesy rather than in asking for permission to be interested in the other man's friend. Somehow he was sure Sif might just knock him into next week if he thought of asking someone else permission to speak to her. "Her right hook is a thing of beauty, Sam, and you should see her move."
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[personal profile] captain_rogers 2014-07-08 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
He might have said that he thought she was beautiful. That her smile made it hard to breathe when he wasn't focused on keeping his feet in the middle of a fight. Might have. Thought it. Said what seemed more important.

"I-" Where he began to answer, he broke off with a twist of a grin and a shake of his head, all but flush with self-deprecation as he began again. "If I know one thing about women, it's that I don't know a damned thing about women." He had forgotten nothing of the disappointment on Peggy's face after he had solidly planted his foot in his mouth and been none the wiser on exactly how he had proved himself to be a jackass like all the rest. "Sif respects the shield and thinks I'm pretty fine as a dame, but beyond that? Don't have a clue."
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[personal profile] captain_rogers 2014-07-09 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
The fact of the matter was that where women were complicated enough as far as Steve was concerned, the difficulties of what he had called finding a shared life history in attempting to explain it to Natasha in the midst of her matchmaking, things seemed to grow infinitely more tangled the more he thought about it. He had a hard enough time attempting to talk to women he was interested in when they were from his own planet, who had the same general baseline as himself when it came to how relationships came together. As if he had much of a clue while living in the future. As if he had been able to make sense of it when he had been looking at a woman from the same world and the same time as himself.

"Well," he began, drawing the word out as he set an elbow on the table and leant into it. "Last time I offended a woman I was interested in, she shot at me. Three times." Not that he could blame her, in retrospect, but it had been a hell of a shock at the time. "I've seen Sif toss a heavy bag across the room like it was made of cotton candy."

That was not even mentioning the complication of her being the friend and comrade of a friend of his. One who had, upon their first meeting, attempted to kill him with a hammer blow that might've made a Steve smoothie out of him had he not had his shield handy.
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[personal profile] captain_rogers 2014-07-13 12:37 am (UTC)(link)

At the offer, Steve grinned widely, more than a little self-abashed for thinking even for a second of taking his friend up on that. "No, I-" he paused to give a laugh before shaking his head. "I should be able to handle this, right? I mean," he leaned on his elbow and sobered his expression as part of the joke. "I did knock out Hitler over 200 times, right?"