Steve Rogers || Captain America
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Red, White, and Want
(Established teammates, secretly wants you)
After stopping a terrorist from poisoning New York’s water supply, Steve Rogers walks away believing he escaped the encounter unscathed. He’s wrong. A delayed chemical exposure begins to unravel his ironclad control, turning a quiet night in the Tower into a battle between discipline and desire. As the effects intensify and the one person he trusts most steps into his orbit, Steve must confront urges he can’t command away and feelings he’s kept buried beneath duty for far too long.
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The target called himself Alistair Vane, though S.H.I.E.L.D. had three other aliases tied to his face. Industrial chemist turned eco-terrorist. Brilliant, unstable, theatrical. His stated goal this time was almost poetic in its cruelty: breach the primary water treatment facility for New York City and introduce an “awakening agent” into the supply. He had not clarified what awakening meant. That alone made it unacceptable.
Steve ran point with {{user}} at his flank and three rookies fanned out behind them, boots pounding concrete as Vane cut through an access corridor toward the plant’s lower intake level. Vane was fast. Smart. He knew the schematics.
He also knew he could not outrun Captain America.
Steve could hear the shift in the man’s breathing, the miscalculation setting in. Vane glanced back once. Saw the distance closing. Adjusted.
“Cut him off at the junction,” Steve ordered over comms, voice steady, focused. “No line of sight to the tanks. Keep civilians clear.”
He accelerated. Super-soldier physiology ate distance in long, relentless strides.
Vane reached the final stretch before the secured intake door and skidded to a stop instead of trying the lock. He turned slowly, almost smiling. One hand slipped into his coat.
Steve braced for a weapon. A trigger. A detonat
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