dollymixtures | Entries tagged with character: steve rogers

It wasn't that Dick objected, as such, to the idea of spending two weeks in the Caribbean with his boyfriend, it was just that, well, why did it have to be now?

He knew, really, that everybody was worried about him and that the last few weeks had been a lot, even for them, and that some time to rest and recuperate was exactly what the doctor ordered (loudly, and at length), but the idea of being in close quarters with Steve, without anything else to distract him, without any way to hide? It was daunting, to say the least. He hated that it was, because he wanted nothing more than to be able to enjoy this time with Steve, but he didn't know if he'd be able to.

The journey hadn't been too bad, as much as he didn't want to flash his father's cash he had to admit it kind of came in handy for situations like this, everything ran smoothly and he had just enough other things to think about that he didn't have to worry - in fact, he actually managed to let a little excitement overtake him. Two weeks with no villains to fight, no plots to stop, no cities to save? He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a break like that.
The fact that Steve insisted on carrying everything, regardless of how many times Dick pointed out he still had one good arm, had been a little frustrating, but more in a fond exasperation kind of way, he just hoped the other man didn't keep fussing like that, it was only a sprain.

Except now they're in their hotel room, and suddenly Dick has nothing else to think about, nothing but how difficult it was going to be to pretend everything was normal when he knew it really, really wasn't.

justlikeacircus

The season was just beginning so of course the ball was absolutely packed, all the eligible debutantes vying to make a splash and secure themselves a good match - exactly the kind of scene that Dick hated, so of course he'd drawn the metaphorical short straw and had to be the one putting in an appearance, the one circulating the news that his father wasn't yet back from his business trip and was expected in a few days (while Batman stalked the streets and thus it could not possibly be Bruce Wayne behind the mask, for he was still away).
Later he would take to the streets himself, safe behind the comfort of his mask, back to doing things he was good at - but later seemed a thousand years away in the face of the throngs of eager suitors who would surely hear, before long, that Richard Grayson was not only single but also worth in excess of £10,000 a year and set to inherit even more one day, and then this ball would become insufferable.

Right now it was merely barely tolerable, for he'd agreed to attend this evening with Clark, an old friend to his family but a newcomer in this town and an attractive enough prospect that he was drawing most of the attention while Dick stood beside him, sipping champagne and trying to look as unapproachable as possible, giving just the barest of nods whenever Clark introduced him to each new conversation partner.
If he was really, really lucky, he'd make it through the whole evening this way.

elderfrye

It was unclear whether the brotherhood, the templars or the precursors had been responsible for what had happened to Evie, and despite it only being a hundred or so years the reasons or logic behind it had somehow been lost to time, and her memories were strangely fuzzy for the last few days of her... previous life.
All she knew was that one day she'd been running the rooftops of London with her brother, and the next she was waking up in a strange looking hospital room being told everybody she ever knew and loved was long dead.

It had been a difficult adjustment period, and several people working for SHIELD had very nearly died. It was only a good job they were used to dealing with people like Natasha, and that she hadn't had all of her weapons on her when she woke up. They'd returned them to her, eventually, her cane and her hidden blade, and it had been a relief, like they'd only just given her back some of her limbs - though they'd been very strict about her usage of them, and she had retorted that as long as none of them were templars they didn't need to worry.

She'd wanted to make contact with the brotherhood, but they'd wanted to continue to monitor her, to slowly teach her about this new world to avoid her getting too much culture shock, and every day they delayed releasing her from the hospital grated more and more.

Today, they said, she was getting a visitor. They had called in someone who apparently would be more help to her, somebody who understood how she felt because they had been through a similar experience. They wouldn't tell her much more than that, they seemed to not want to give her much information beyond what she was learning about the modern world, but perhaps this visitor would be more forthcoming.

She sat in the hospital's common room, in one of the comfier chairs, wearing a pair of jeans and a soft woollen sweater - clothes that felt strange and scandalously skimpy even for her - reading a book on 'technological advances of the 20th century' while she waited for the visitor to arrive.

justlikeacircus

It was actually several weeks after the news broke that Dick's prediction came true, at least in part. Batman definitely was lurking in Steve's apartment waiting for him to come home, but he wasn't so much standing in a corner as pacing backwards and forwards in the living room with an impatient scowl on his face.

Dick spends a lot of his life in a lot of very secure locations, the window for anybody wanting to cause him any sort of trouble was pretty narrow, and even in those narrow windows, who was going to bother him? Dick Grayson wasn't even on the radar of the kind of people Nightwing caused problems for, and he didn't exactly have enough of a routine for run-of-the-mill villains to catch him out.

Captain America, on the other hand, had plenty of enemies who were very much not run-of-the-mill, and they were low down and dirty enough to go to some pretty extreme lengths for their revenge - like paying off one of Dick's work colleagues to tell them where he'd be.

An after-work trip to a bar for a bunch of cops is the last place you'd expect a kidnapping attempt to go down, but all it took was a little careful engineering, a solo trip to the bathroom and a sharp baton to the temple that a half-drunk Dick wasn't quite quick enough to react to, Nightwing or no Nightwing.

So when Dick next woke up, he came to several realisations.

One, these guys definitely did not know what they had.

Two, his communicator and one or two other gadgets he kept secreted about his person were still exactly where he thought they'd be, because his kidnappers also did not search very thoroughly.

Three, number one was slightly negated by the fact that they definitely knew who might be coming for what they had, because he was pretty heavily trussed up and definitely well guarded.

and

Four, while the distress beacon in his communicator was hopefully still functional, the stabs of shattered plastic located by his questing fingers suggested that the communicator itself was most definitely damaged.

In short, he was in a very bad position - but not nearly as bad a position as his kidnappers were going to be in, that he knew for certain.

The second Steve entered the apartment, he would be swooped upon almost immediately by a very large, angry vigilante, and one single growled sentence.

"They've taken Dick."

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Entries tagged with character: steve rogers

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Time After Time (Evie and Steve)

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