Hi Cat! Thank you so much for being part of the server, I always love your enthusiasm and really like when you're around to talk! I also really want to participate more in the SteveTony Games which is the coolest idea ever.
I wrote you a ficlet about Ults Steve's internalized homophobia. Unfortunately it's not resolved in this little bit ;_; but in my heart, he definitely learns to be okay with himself in the future :)
Steve’s phone buzzed. A message from Tony. A link from Tony. Steve didn’t even bother tapping his phone screen to open the website after scanning the word bisexual in the link.
this isn’t me, he typed out. His eyes lingered on the sent message, before it all disappeared. Steve jerked as his phone vibrated, realizing his text messages had been replaced by a screen that read Tony Stark, with a red and green phone icon.
“Why?” Tony snapped when Steve brought the phone to his ear. “What’s so not you with liking men? I didn’t dream you coming down my throat last night.”
“You didn’t dream that. But it’s not me.”
“You know, my bisexual awakening opened up a whole new world.” A pause followed, which was an eternity in Tony’s world. “I thought you’d like it, having a name for it. A chance to learn something new about yourself.”
Tony could have flattened Steve on his back, and it would have hurt less. Tony thought it would be a good thing, for Steve to have something new in his life, to be reborn. He was trying to help, in all the wrong ways.
If Steve liked men, it was as good as starting over. The foundation that held him up would crumble, and he’d have to build it all back up again. He’d already had to start over once, waking up in the future, clinging desperately to the few things that were familiar. Steve already felt so dwarfed by this world. He barely could handle the future as an adult, twenty-plus years of being Steve Rogers, a man who loved women. Asking a weak, immature Steve Rogers who liked men and women to stand up in this future? Not only did Steve not like it—he'd rather jump into the freezing ocean headfirst than consider it.
“You can call yourself anything you want, Stark. But, it’s not my word.” It will never be his word.
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I wrote you a ficlet about Ults Steve's internalized homophobia. Unfortunately it's not resolved in this little bit ;_; but in my heart, he definitely learns to be okay with himself in the future :)
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Steve’s phone buzzed. A message from Tony. A link from Tony. Steve didn’t even bother tapping his phone screen to open the website after scanning the word bisexual in the link.
this isn’t me, he typed out. His eyes lingered on the sent message, before it all disappeared. Steve jerked as his phone vibrated, realizing his text messages had been replaced by a screen that read Tony Stark, with a red and green phone icon.
“Why?” Tony snapped when Steve brought the phone to his ear. “What’s so not you with liking men? I didn’t dream you coming down my throat last night.”
“You didn’t dream that. But it’s not me.”
“You know, my bisexual awakening opened up a whole new world.” A pause followed, which was an eternity in Tony’s world. “I thought you’d like it, having a name for it. A chance to learn something new about yourself.”
Tony could have flattened Steve on his back, and it would have hurt less. Tony thought it would be a good thing, for Steve to have something new in his life, to be reborn. He was trying to help, in all the wrong ways.
If Steve liked men, it was as good as starting over. The foundation that held him up would crumble, and he’d have to build it all back up again. He’d already had to start over once, waking up in the future, clinging desperately to the few things that were familiar. Steve already felt so dwarfed by this world. He barely could handle the future as an adult, twenty-plus years of being Steve Rogers, a man who loved women. Asking a weak, immature Steve Rogers who liked men and women to stand up in this future? Not only did Steve not like it—he'd rather jump into the freezing ocean headfirst than consider it.
“You can call yourself anything you want, Stark. But, it’s not my word.” It will never be his word.