Here’s a zombie dog. I build things for the wife to keep her happy. Things for her to keep in her flower bed or around the yard. This led to me building things for friends wives, which led to me starting a YouTube channel to show people how to build my critters. I enjoy my goofy hobby, thanx for checking out my pix.
Request: Hey love :)
I was wondering if I could ask you politely for an imagine with Steve? I
thought about a scenario where you work for SHIELD but get kidnapped one day by
HYDRA and they torture you to get secret information about your work. The
Avengers then come to rescue you and Steve finds you unconscious and hurt. He
takes you into his arms and carries you back in safety. A few days later you
wake up with Steve by your side & you both confess your feelings for each
A/N: Ooh, I love Steve. Thank you, Anon! Sorry, I kind of
got carried away.
Warnings: Mentions of torture, swear words, Steve feels
Word Count Total: 2631
Long Imagine #1
Title: I Can Live With That
“So tell me, Tony, you’re planning what?” Y/N asked when she
walked into the lab.
“It’s a secret,” he answered, not looking up from his
“But it’s me. I keep secrets.” You insisted.
“Let me rephrase this. It’s a secret.” He turned off the
flame and tilted his helmet back to look at you.
Y/N pouted, trying very hard to get past Tony’s insistence.
But his resolve stood firm.
“I can’t tell you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You put your hand to your forehead and sighed. “I thought
you loved me.”
“I do and that’s why I’m not telling you,” he laughed.
That perked your interest. Steve? You felt a small turn in
your chest at his name. “Steve ordered this?”
He opened his mouth, and then shut it. Without another word,
he turned toward his project again and pulled his mask down. You knew he wasn’t
about to say anything else on the topic, so you turned away and made a beeline
out the door to find Steve, because you would be damned if he kept a secret
from you. But before you could make it all the way to the gym, where you knew
he would be, the all-call speakers crackled on and Fury’s voice sounded out
through the walls, announcing that senior SHIELD agents must report to the
Nick Fury had returned to SHIELD recently at the request of
Coulson. He was able to stay at SHIELD and keep out of trouble. And keep the
new SHIELD out of trouble. There were weekly screenings of all agents, which
was as much to be expected from a man who had to watch HYDRA take down his
agency from the inside out.
“There has been a development,” he announced once everyone
was settled. He nodded toward Maria Hill, who had a jam-packed manila folder in
“We’ve been tracking the movements of undercover SHIELD
agents who have recently gone missing in Canada, up until their signal went
out. We’d like to assemble a team to go in and find these people, or at least
pick up a scent to send in a rescue team. We’d like to do this as carefully and
quietly as possible to minimize injuries and bring everyone home. The team was
tracking HYDRA movements, so please be careful and choose wisely when making
the decision to volunteer.”
Your hand shot up in the air first. Your friends were part
of that missing team and you knew that this was something that you had to do.
Or at least try.
Once you were suited up with the other four agents who
volunteered, you were on a quinjet headed out to Canada. You didn’t know if the
Avengers were going to be informed on this, but you figured they wouldn’t be if
nothing went wrong. So you hoped that nothing would go wrong, because if Steve
found out that you had volunteered to put yourself in harm’s way, he wasn’t
going to be very happy. You two weren’t dating or anything. Far from it, in
fact. But the two of you were very close. Despite that, he would still turn
pink if you said anything that could remotely be taken as flirtatious. It
probably just embarrassed him because the two of you were friends, you decided.
But if he found out that you had gone on this mission, he would be
disappointed. And because of your feelings for him, which were more than just
friendly, you couldn’t stand to disappoint him.