Steve Rogers

Stark Towerlet, Saturday afternoon

2026-05-02T20:31:36Z

Steve was ignoring the dogs' obstacle course today in the ballroom today, heading for the human-sized equipment.

The dogs, who had followed him in expecting something more them-centric, took to tugging on chew toys instead of going through their obstacle course while Steve went through a workout, then started a run on the special Steve-proof treadmill.

Not a bad way to spend a weekend, assuming nothing went horribly wrong in the next few days.

[Open for those who live there!]

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Fandom Radio, May 1, 2026

2026-05-01T01:25:11Z

*47 repeats of It's Gonna Be Me*

I don't think that was entirely necessary, Leroy.

*chittering*

Well, maybe your repeated playing of that song has something to do with why you didn't find much news yesterday.

*chittering*

Well, other than Watts and Steven having lunch, of course. Do you have anything else?

*long, guilty silence*

I promise I won't tell Cara. That's it for today, everyone! Have a good weekend!

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The Stark Towerlet, Wednesday Evening

2026-04-23T00:41:24Z

This was far from their first time with pollen, which was why JARVIS knew to keep certain items on order so that when Steve and Tony finally emerged from their room there was something to eat and drink.

"Want a power bar?" Steve asked, standing in front of the open cabinet in a pair of Stark branded shorts.

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Chelsea Market, NYC, Sunday afternoon [NFB for distance]

2025-11-30T16:40:51Z

A very, very small problem being married to Tony Stark was trying to come up with gifts for the holidays that weren't 1) something he'd already bought for himself 2) something he couldn't make for himself and make better and 3) an island.

Steve tried to go with experiences rather than things, and wandering Chelsea Market, already done up in festive lights, and poking around at the various stands while wearing the patented "don't notice me" superhero costume of ballcaps and hoodies was, in Steve's opinion at least, a swell way to start the season.

He smiled at Tony as they went past the Imports from Marrakesh booth. "We don't have to go to Morocco now," he teased.

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Stark Tower, The Same Size But Feels Bigger When You're Tiny [Saturday night]

2025-11-16T23:05:31Z

Well, it wasn't like Steve could blame Mr. Jarvis for how he'd blocked off the kitchen and the elevators to him and Tony--not after Tony had tried to disable the security measures with a screwdriver and a sledgehammer. (Steve didn't even know how to use a sledgehammer. Tony was a very impressive kid.) And it was kind of reassuring how that blaring alarm went off when he was about to eat something he was allergic to (he didn't even know what soy was), but.

But.

But Tony had gotten really into this pillow fort. It had stairs inside it, and space for all the dogs! And a kitchen! Steve had definitely not helped enough with this.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked.

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Tony's New York, Sunday afternoon

2025-10-12T16:43:54Z

Tony and Steve had gone to Manhattan after their class on Thursday and gotten bagels to bring back to Fandom, but somehow (Steve) they had all been eaten (Steve) in the past four days (Steve, and also Fee).

So now they were back in the city for a new, bigger batch to take home with them, and to appreciate the start of autumn in the city with a walk through Central Park, which was just enough nature for two born-and-bred city boys.

"This is nice," Steve said around a mouthful of food.

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Stark Tower, But Make It Smaller [Monday night]

2025-09-01T23:32:21Z

Steve had given up trying not to taste apple pie and so he was just having other things that went with apple pie!

Or at least that was the excuse he was giving himself for why he was in the kitchen devouring a half-gallon of ice cream.

[OOC: for the husband!]

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Tony's Mansion, New York, Saturday afternoon

2025-08-09T21:04:38Z

Steve had two puppies in cones of shame skittering over wooden floors and an ice pack over one of his eyes as he flopped onto the sofa in Tony's massive mansion living room.

"Who sells the information about puppies getting spayed to Hydra?!" he demanded, his outrage still high despite this being at least the fifth time he'd asked the question.

[OOC: For the husband!]

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Stark Tower but Smallish [Sunday afternoon]

2025-06-15T21:26:38Z

It had been weirdly awkward between Steve and Tony since the emotional baggage day. Tony had been working in the lab, Steve had been ~~eating all the Moobyburgers~~ working out, restocking the cheese fridge, and checking in with his colleagues at home.

But today, Father's Day, Steve was giving Tony another hour before going into the lab and dragging Tony out, feeding him, and making him talk. He missed them being them.

[OOC: For that husband.]

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Stark Tower but Small [Saturday morning]

2025-06-07T15:06:53Z

Jake Jensen was not, let's say, naturally a morning person. Yes, when he was being all he could be he was up with the rest of the Army, jogging and sweating like an idiot, but that wasn't his first inclination. Or second. His inclination was to be up until all hours absolutely destroying some kids in a first-person shooter game and then really rubbing it in that he was old enough to both buy beer and grow a sweet goatee. Sometimes he would take both of those abilities to a bar in search of companionship, which, though he didn't remember doing so last night, appeared to be the case this morning.

This bed was sweet. And enormous. He stretched out his arms and legs, reveling in the feel of sheets that had definitely been washed more recently than his had, and rubbed up against a hairy leg that definitely wasn't his.

Okay. Okay. This was fine. He was an open-minded guy! He--very smoothly, okay--slid his foot up that leg again trying to decide if the leg hair was free-spirited-lady-with-no-time-for-societal-expectations hair or, you know, dude hair.

Both of which would be fine! A-Okay! Nothing to freak out about! He was definitely not freaking out and he'd shoot anyone who said he was.

[OOC: Steve is Jake Jensen from The Losers for the weekend! Open for that dude he's definitely not married to.]

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Steve & Tony's Apartment, Stark Tower But 50 Percent Scale, Thursday Morning

2025-05-29T15:45:16Z

Steve was trying to get out the door for his classes today, truly he was. Every time he turned around, though, he was blocked by duffel bags labeled "HOWLING COMMANDOS" or neat, compact and heavy hatboxes with "PEGGY" and "SHARON" on them. The suitcases labeled "BUCKY", "BUCKY (OTHER)," and "BUCKY (OTHER OTHER)" had already been shoved against the wall with some super-strength and he honestly wasn't sure if the giant safe labeled "NEVER ENOUGH" that was blocking the elevator belonged to him or to Tony, but either way, it wasn't moving.

So he'd retreated to the kitchen and the comfort of reheated bagels from New York and ignoring the "FOOD INSECURITY" box blocking his way to the pantry.

It was gonna be a day. He could tell.

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Stark Tower but Small, Monday morning

2025-05-26T14:35:58Z

Steve stared at his reflection in the mirror, running his hand over his now beardless jaw.

"Feels weird," he muttered, walking out of the bathroom and reaching for the jacket of his dress uniform. His eyes went across all of the ribbons, making certain none of them were out of place or crooked, then pulled it on and gave his reflection one final look.

"Tony?" he called out. "I'm heading to Arlington."

Now that he wasn't a wanted felon he was back on the speakers circuit for Memorial Day. He'd resent it, but he had too many friends to visit in that cemetery. Making nice with Ross for a half hour was nothing compared to their sacrifices.

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Steve & Tony's Apartment, Stark Tower But 50 Percent Scale, Friday Night

2025-05-16T23:56:02Z

After the kaiju had had been incapacitated, horribly murdered, or yeeted bodily through the portal, Tony and Steve had invited those who were still in the park back to their place for drinks, snacks, and rehashing the awesomeness.

Because it wasn't an "invite the entire town" (they needed to do another one of those soon) event, Steve instructed JARVIS to let the guests onto his and Tony's private floors and direct them to the living room, with a giant red couch adorned with far too many gold and blue throw pillows, a television that matched the scale of the couch...and a corgi sleeping inside of Steve's cleaned shield in the corner. The art on the walls was a mixture of Piet Mondrian and black and white sketches of a very familiar corgi.

The windows let in the last of the evening's light and Steve and Tony had abused JARVIS' good nature and food ordering abilities to get a variety of ~~moddable~~ snacks for people with post-battle stomachs to fill. (Not just Steve and Thor's, through there was enough that even if those two ate their fill, they rest of you won't starve.)

C'mon in, everyone!

[OOC: If you were in the park or want to mod that you were there at some point today, c'mon over!]

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Tony's Greek Island, Friday afternoon [NFB for distance]

2025-05-09T23:58:52Z

Tony had flown Steve, Patriot and himself to their Greek island as an apology for forgetting to emerge from the lab for the first part of the break between classes. (The Greek island had been a gift for something else. Steve tried not to think about it too hard. Sometimes he had to let Tony be Tony.)

The weather was hard to complain about: 80 with bright sun and a light breeze, perfect for laying out next to the pool wearing nothing but a smile (after going for a long, clothed, hike and having a big lunch because Steve had to be Steve, too). Sunscreen had been applied because even the super serum couldn't completely counter the Irishness, and Steve had a book about World War II that was getting enough wrong to keep him entertained.

Mmm, vacation. He tilted his head towards the door Tony had disappeared through a few minutes earlier. "How are the margaritas doing?" he called out.

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Steve & Tony's Apartment, Stark Towerlet

2025-02-13T00:23:46Z

Steve wasn't the most amazing chef, but he did have leftover Spam and Fruit Cocktail Party Loaf!

And salad, for balance. Hopefully Tony had eaten something in New York before he came back from the board meeting.

[OOC: For that guy.]

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Stark Tower But Shrunken, Saturday morning

2024-12-14T19:02:08Z

The party had been a success, and Steve and Tony had fallen into bed and slept hard for the next nine hours.

Tony was still asleep, but Steve had woken up hungry and had headed into the kitchen on the search for leftovers. He was now surrounded by eggs, chopped up onions, leftover roasted boar, and slight wafting of smoke because the omelet pan had gotten entirely too hot. The smoke alarm hadn't gone off, but he was pretty sure JARVIS was going to tattle on him soon. He hoped he would be able to counter Tony's sleepy grumpiness by feeding him leftover cake--and strong, boozy coffee--for breakfast while he cleaned up.

[OOC: For the husband!]

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Stark Tower But Make It Wee, Saturday morning

2024-11-23T17:30:43Z

Steve woke up feeling warm and cozy, which was unusual enough to have him opening his eyes. The room he was in was huge! The bed was also huge!

"Gee willikers!" Steve said loudly enough to wake up any one else in the room, with a Brooklyn accent thick enough to warn Tony what kind of weekend he was in for.

[OOC: For the husband!]

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Lost Falls, Yellowstone National Park, Wednesday after class

2024-10-16T19:37:55Z

After the students had returned to Fandom, Steve had convinced Tony to stick around and convinced him to go for a walk. Steve was now walking very slowly because he didn't want to push it too far and if Tony realized he was on a hike on purpose, it might end before they got to the waterfall.

"The leaves are really beautiful," he said, smiling. "And I don't feel an urge to chase them."

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Tony & Steve's apartment in the Stark Tiny Tower, Wednesday mid-morning

2024-08-28T17:29:04Z

Steve and Tony had returned from Steve's dimension at an ungodly time that morning and had almost immediately collapsed into bed. (Patriot had been ecstatic to see them home and so Steve'd had to take him for a long walk to get those wiggles out. At three in the morning. Patriot owed him. So did Tony.) Steve had, for once, forgone his pre-dawn run and was still in bed as the clock's numbers read 10:00.

He finally opened his eyes with a tiny groan. His stomach let out a much less tiny rumble in reply. Time to get up.

[OOC: For the husband!]

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Avengers Training Center, Upstate-ish New York

2024-08-27T02:00:42Z

The other team's mission had been successful and Tony had insisted they all fly back to the training center upstate to use the extensive decontamination systems he'd installed there. Steve, knowing an olive branch when it was tossed out in a too-casual to actually be casual way, thanked Tony and didn't push it further.

Steve had taken an extensive trip through the exceedingly cold shower and then an even longer nap, and now he was dressed in borrowed Stark Industries sweats and sitting in a conference room for a debriefing with the entire team.

"It's very good to see you again, Colonel Rhodes," he said with a genuine smile.

[NFB and for allll the SP!]

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Mount Rushmore, South Dakota, Sunday evening

2024-08-26T00:05:45Z

( Trigger Warning For Terrorism )

[NFB! Shamelessly cribbed from The Red Zone (2003 comics) and Secret Invasion (2023 television miniseries), but just mashed together really hard like two action figures smooching.]

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An Extremely Generic Warehouse Nowhere Near a Haunted Mansion, Steve, New Orleans [Saturday]

2024-08-17T16:02:12Z

It had taken more than the five hours Steve had given Maria to retrieve their new Skrull friend and another day after that to learn anything useful from him. Steve took that time to call in T'Challa, along with Tony from Fandom and Tony from New York.

(Was Tony serving as a Steve-translator for the other Tony? Probably. Steve didn't want to think about it.)

He walked into the warehouse and smelled the comforting aroma of very expensive coffee, proof that at least one of the Tonys was here already. "Hello?" he called, following the scent.

[NFB for distance and for Tony and a cast of NPCs...]

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French Quarter, New Orleans, 3 o'clock in the morning [NFB for distance]

2024-08-15T21:32:00Z

Steve absolutely knew better than to be on a touristy neighborhood like this, which was part of why he'd chosen it as a safe place to meet the other Avengers who were still hiding from Ross and the fallout of the Sokovia Accords. Anyone who happened to catch sight of their faces, he hoped, would either be too drunk to remember or too focused on robbing those too drunk to remember to bother anyone about it. Steve was moving quickly despite the sweltering heat--he was not born to amble--and began to wonder if Sam had suggested a New Orleans meeting in August as some sort of payback for being taken to the Raft. He felt the sweat beading under his "don't notice me" ball cap (even super-serum had to work hard against Southern humidity) as he dodged around drunken, surprisingly handsy revelers and tried not to breathe in the unique blend of fried dough, pot, puke, seafood, and spilled Hurricanes too deeply. He was definitely not looking to see what was sticking to his sneakers. He was a city kid and there were some questions you never wanted the answer to.

He turned down St. Philip Street after passing the blacksmith bar and heard Sam's voice in his head warning him about not being a moron and staying on this side of the road and leaving the LaLaurie Mansion the "hell alone, I mean it, Steve." He was blaming watching the house for why the arm around his neck dragging him into a nearby darkened courtyard caught him by surprise.

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Stark Tower But Wee, Saturday morning

2024-07-06T18:01:25Z

Steve woke up at stupid early o'clock--why break the habit of more than half a century?--and glanced around. Right, the reunion! He hadn't seen this furniture in a while. He grinned and poked at the bedsheet-covered lump next to him. "Tony. Time to get up."

It was probably three hours before Tony would prefer to get up, but details!

[OOC: For that guy.]

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Avengers Mini-Tower, Sunday afternoon

2024-06-16T20:53:12Z

Steve knew that this day was tough for Tony and that was why he'd left him to his own devices for a few hours to bang around in the lab and get some of those emotions out. He'd also sent a card up to the Tony of his universe up in New York: with Rhodey temporarily out of commission, he didn't want Tony to feel alone or forgotten about on Father's Day. (It turned out that no one made a "sorry the guy I know in the war turned out to be a huge disappointment as a father but I think you're swell" card. Steve hoped a "Thinking of You" and a bottle of the midend (for Tony) Scotch that he like conveyed the same sort of thing.)

Steve was up in the gym trying to get the hang of riding on the jetpowered rollerskates Tony had made for him. He turned too sharply as he ran out of ballroom floor, hit the ground hard and winced as his shoulder did something it shouldn't have. "JARVIS?" he called from the floor. "Can you ask Tony to bring up the first aid kit? But first be sure to tell him I'm not that hurt."

[OOC: For the husband.]

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