savesthedance | voicemail;

So Steve... There's this guy looking around for you. Red face, strong as a freaking ox. I'm pretty sure he wants to punch your face in. Sound familiar?

Steve. It's Bela.

Been taken into hospital with those symptoms of the virus. Bucky brought me there and I think he's sick too.

[This is dated a bit back to whenever Tony first found out what Steve had gotten Pepper for her birthday. Salt and pepper shakers, really?

I can't remember which kind you decided with in the end so imagine there's a picture of it here and then after that Tony sends this.

]

PS: Actually set your voicemail up will you.

Edited 2012-05-16 10:36 (UTC)

[Any relief Schmidt felt at going through the portal and getting back to Somarium was pretty well ruined when he landed in the damn lake with all the others.

So once he'd gotten out, now dripping wet, he pulled out his dreamberry and was about to call for his car when he noticed all the new boardcasts on the dreamnet, one in particular standing out.

......

It dated only two days prior, a broadcast Steve. The captain had returned. Schmidt watched the broadcast twice, paying attention to every detail and trying not to think about the... was joy the right word? Elation, maybe? Yeah, let's go with that - The elation he suddenly felt. Captain America was back, the comfortable status quo was restored. And now he didn't have to ponder the disappointment he'd felt when Steve left. What? Has Schmidt perhaps formed an attachment to his counterpart, one based solely on hate, jealousy, and a constant need to hurt Steve in order to prove his own superiority? Nope. Get out. That's crazy talk. Attachments are bad. He doesn't have any.

He forgot about calling his car, forgot about how he was soaking wet, even forgot about the bad mood he was in before. Instead he walked toward the industrial district and immediately pulled up the contact list and called Steve. He went with video, too, because he wanted to see the captain's face, to see if he still looked as tired as he did on his return. The contents of that whole broadcast had been very interesting indeed.

Ring.... ring...]

Welcome back, captain. We thought you had left us for good. Peggy was beside herself with grief. It is good I was there to... comfort her while we were trapped together on the other side of the portal.

[He knew he couldn't directly threaten Peggy or Steve's friends, not over the dreamnet. But that didn't matter, he could get by with simple insinuations. He was pushing Steve's buttons either way.

Ah, everything was back to normal. Nice, comfortable normal.]

Edited 2012-06-04 02:46 (UTC)

MISTER ROGERS!

[

A pile of these is left inside Steve and Peggy's room. They're divided up into various sizes.

A note says:

Just because you're getting married doesn't mean you shouldn't practice safe sex. ;)

-T

PS. You never told me if everything grew proportionally so unless you're Hulk sized one of these should fit.

]

[At around 9am, a text comes onto Steve's phone. She's not the overly sentimental type, but she knows birthdays are important.]

Happy birthday, Steve.

I need to speak with you at your earliest convenience.

[Hey, Captain America, have a slightly awkward teenager delivering some slightly awkward news.

Hope you're ready to be uncomfortable!]

Uh, so, hey--

You're 'Captain America', right? [He's Spider-Man, and somehow he still feels ridiculous saying that.]

I-- uh-- well not me, your--

[Ahem. Give him a moment.

Okay.]

Don't kill the messenger, okay? Your obsessive arch-nemesis-slash-possible-date-to-superhero-prom-slash-'Its-Complicated-On-Facebook-Relationship'-buddy-slash-Halloween-Masquerade-Barbie friend... guy... thing...

Wants to call a truce with you.

Uh. So. ...How do we feel about this?

[He's going to hope you remember him from the five seconds you two spoke; actually, he almost hopes you don't. Just please say 'yes' and don't try to make him explain your complicated frienemy relationships anymore?]

Looks like it's just you and me, Rogers.

[Bruce so doesn't count right now.]

[There can be only one.

His double seemed to be trying to fight back. He'd represented him as an impostor to the admissions board, increased security in his home, and alerted his strange friends to apprehend him if necessary.

Dick hated confrontation. He hated putting himself in danger. And he hated getting his hands dirty. But his double was an uncouth musclehead, a jock, "popular" and much more proficient in a fight.

The answer was to find someone even stronger. And let him take care of it.

He took a deep breath.]

Captain, I, uh...

I'm back. And we've-- I've got an emergency.

ic | voice

text (Bela can't voicemail rn | sent on 12th May)

text; YEAH I'M MAKING THIS IC, FIGHT ME

video; locked, June 3rd; WELCOME TO TL;DR LAND!

ic | voice for the message but he'll end up switching to video once steve answers

not here;

IC | text

IC | voicemail;

[Voice] I'm So Sorry.

text; waaaay backdated to when Natasha left

Voice; Backdated to August 28ish

You've got mail!