Steve Rogers ⍟ The Nomad (Parody)
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"I don't like bullies. I don't care where they're from." ⍟ POST-ENDGAME ⍟ 21+ ⍟ MDNI ⍟ NSFW THEMES ⍟ #MarvelRP #MVRP ⍟ Parody/Roleplay ⍟ NOT Chris Evans
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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✪ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀

An independent portrayal of Steve Rogers AKA Captain America, the First Avenger, set in an alternate Marvel universe.

✪ Serious/Detailed/Literate RP
✪ Dark/Mature/NSFW Themes
✪ MDNI

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NOMAD OF TIME
Character Bio for Steve Rogers
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< Steve chuckled, the tension breaking just a little. "Wouldn't dream of it."
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< be able to fix the mess he’d made of his own life – and Tony’s.
"Hey," Tony called over his shoulder, not looking up from the device. "Don’t think this means you get out of Thanksgiving dinner. Pepper’ll kill me if you don’t show." >
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< Steve nodded as he turned to leave, though the weight of their conversation still lingered. Tony might not hold a grudge, but the scars were there. They both knew it. As Tony started tinkering with the GPS device again, Steve couldn't help but wonder if he’d ever truly >
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< guess that makes us even, right?"
Steve offered a small, rueful smile. "I suppose so."
Tony rolled his eyes, turning back to his work. "Okay, don’t go getting all sentimental on me. We’ve got work to do if we’re gonna get you back to your timeline." >
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< but I really am sorry. About all of this."
Tony glanced at him again, then shook his head. "I know. It’s just… you screwed up, Steve. Big time. But I get it. You thought you were doing the right thing. Hell, I’ve done more than my fair share of screwing up, so… >
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< was something easier about this. It wasn’t an argument, and it wasn’t a confrontation. Just two men trying to figure out how to move forward in the aftermath of so much damage.
"Listen, Tony," Steve said, breaking the quiet. "I know I’ve said it before, >
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< Steve hesitated for a beat before letting out a small laugh. "It’s… different."
Tony smirked. "That’s a polite way of putting it."
They both stood in silence for a moment, gazing at the armored suit. The tension between them hadn’t dissipated, not completely, but there >
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< Tony glanced at him, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "You hate it, don’t you?"
Steve looked up, surprised. "What?"
"The armor," Tony said, waving a hand. "You think it’s ridiculous, but you’re too much of a Boy Scout to say it." >
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< Steve blinked at the armor, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. It was impressive – no, it was incredible – but… gaudy. It didn’t feel like him. Not quite.
He was too polite to say so, though.
"Thank you," Steve said simply, nodding in appreciation. >
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< emblazoned on the chest gleamed under the lab’s lights.
Tony stepped back, admiring his work. "JARVIS analyzed your fighting style. Said you needed something that would protect your upper body but still keep you light on your feet. So, there it is. My own design for you." >
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< wasn’t just any Iron Man suit. It was painted in the red, white, and blue motif of Captain America.
Steve’s eyes widened as the suit finished assembling. It was heavily armored around the chest and torso area, but lighter and more flexible around the legs. The iconic star >
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< the ones that build your time-traveling suit."
Before Steve could respond, a mannequin on the far side of the room lit up, and nanites swarmed over it. In a matter of seconds, the shape of an armored suit began to form. The design was unmistakably Tony's, but this >
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< Steve raised an eyebrow. "Progress?"
"Yeah, well, it’s not like I’ve just been sitting here twiddling my thumbs." Tony reached over to a nearby control panel, tapping a few buttons. "The GPS is still busted. But, I did manage to improve the nanites in the device, you know, >
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< so he said nothing.
The silence stretched between them, awkward and thick.
Tony was the first to break it, of course. "Look," he said, standing up and stretching his arms over his head, "I haven’t cracked the whole time-space GPS thing yet, but I’ve made some progress." >
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< it's unhealthy to hold grudges," Tony interrupted with a wry smirk, though his eyes remained hard. "Besides, karma’ll probably sort out everything. Right?"
He said it like a joke, but the bitterness hung heavy in the air. Steve stood there, unsure of what to say, >
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< /our/ Steve… probably not assassinating my parents had you not come along."
Steve flinched at that. It wasn’t like Tony to bring up something so personal in such a direct way, but he understood the bitterness. He deserved it. "I shouldn’t have–"
"Therapist says >
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< Tony rubbed his temples, not meeting Steve’s eyes. "Yeah. It was a pretty fucked up thing you did," he said bluntly, his voice carrying the weight of unresolved anger. "Stealing someone else's life. And don’t think I don’t know about the other stuff… like the other Steve… >
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< thinking about your damn time-space GPS. Told me to come down here and do whatever it took to get it out of my system."
Steve lowered his gaze. "I know I’ve said this before, but… I'm sorry. About everything. I mean, what happened with… the other Steve… the whole thing." >
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< a few times, then groaned. "Great. Is Pepper here yet?"
"No," Steve said, shaking his head slightly. "Does she know where you are?"
Tony let out a bitter chuckle, running a hand through his tousled hair. "She was pissed off. Said I was tossing and turning all night, >
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< "Tony," Steve said softly, crossing the room to gently shake him awake. Tony stirred, rubbing his eyes and looking up groggily.
"Steve? What time is it?"
"Early. Thanksgiving morning," Steve replied, nodding toward the holographic clock floating in the air.
Tony blinked >
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< workbenches, was Tony Stark. He was passed out, head resting on crossed arms, still wearing his usual tank top and jeans. A soldering iron lay nearby, half-finished circuits strewn around like they’d been victims of a late-night brainstorming session gone wrong. >
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< of burnt circuitry greeted him before he even reached the door. Classic Tony.
“Stark?” Steve called, stepping into the dim room. A few consoles flickered in the half-light, casting blue and orange shadows across the cluttered workspace. There, slumped over one of the >
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< by the choices he had made - choices that had sent ripples throughout the lives of people he knew and cared about - was anything but orderly.
He sighed, running a hand over the back of his neck as he made his way toward Tony’s lab. The faint hum of machines and the smell >