…so the trouble with trying to write a sequel to “Blood from a Stone” is that I have too many damn ideas and not enough inspiration or willpower to commit to one set of them and follow through. Most of them have coalesced into one monster of a sequel ‘verse, but there are a couple of free-floating ones, like “the time Steve Rogers epically lost an all-Avengers game of Never Have I Ever.” And this one, which popped into my head as one scene from a casefic scenario where I can’t be bothered to write the actual casefic bits.
[The setup: At least a year later. Your standard “various factions of good guys and bad guys stalking each other through a ship/helicarrier/underwater base/space station/etc full of technical staff and rando civilians” plot gets derailed when ALIENS ATTACK. Or some kind of epic disaster porn, or something, but aliens are more fun. Point is, everything is on fucking fire, most of the people on board are dead, and a motley band of survivors have to put aside their enmities and form an uneasy alliance in order to GTFO before rocks fall and everybody dies. Steve Rogers, bless his stubborn commanding notoriously-principled-and-honest face, is brokering the truce and leading the evacuation.]
Steve: Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, but we have to work together if we want to make it out of here. A lot of us are enemies. We’ll still be enemies once we’re all back home. But until then, we have to put aside our factions and our personal grievances, and—
Brock Rumlow: [staggers and claws his way out of the wreckage] …hey, Cap.
Steve: [stern and impassive and not looking at all like a man whose inner monologue has just become a long string of “seriously? fuck my life”s]
Rumlow: [has the good sense to hang back and not approach, and the brazen brass cojones to say:] Good plan, I’m in.
Steve: [wastes a good five seconds grinding his teeth… and then smiles tightly, gets right up in Rumlow’s personal space, and claps him on one (injured? oops, totally didn’t notice that) shoulder] Case in point. Ladies and gents, this is Brock Rumlow. He’s a Hydra thug, a murderer, a torturer, and a traitor. He’s also one of the most capable operatives I’ve ever had the misfortune to work with. I have no doubt that he’ll be able to get the civilians and the wounded safely to the life pods as long as it’s in his self-interest to do so.
Rumlow: [rolling his shoulder and grimacing] You forgot ‘rapist.’
Steve: [deeply unimpressed] You want to list every subcategory of ‘torturer’ you’ve checked off, be my guest. I’ve got a distress signal to send out. [starts tapping a message on his phone]
Rumlow: [needling, seizing the chance to undermine Cap’s authority] Funny thing to forget, huh? You should tell them how you know about—
Steve: [stops typing, winds up, and punches Rumlow square in the jaw, then gives his phone a little shake to set the screen orientation back to vertical and calmly resumes] We’re in a hurry. You can embarrass yourself talking about Hydra’s hospitality to prisoners on the way. [finishes up and hits ‘send’] I told the Avengers to put out a call to look for life pods. If you turn up alone, they’ll blow you straight to hell. If everyone in the party agrees you behaved yourself, you get one free ride back to Hydra HQ. Otherwise, you can take your chances in custody with whoever picks you up. Life pods are two decks down on the starboard side. Do me a favor and don’t try your luck with the elevator.
Rumlow: I’m not gonna tell the Avengers where HQ is, how dumb do you think I am?
Steve: [already turning away to plan a quasi-suicidal side mission to the bridge to buy time for the others] We know where it is. Calling your shell company ‘Echidna’ isn’t that subtle. [to the assorted civilians/techs/wounded agents evacuating with Rumlow] Leave one life pod just in case we make it out of there. Any of you armed? Good. If he tries anything, aim for the balls. And then tell me where to send my thank-you note.
[Later, while Steve’s team are on their way to the bridge, someone probably does ask, “So what’s the deal with you and Extra Crispy back there?”
“Think he’s bitter because I dropped an Insight helicarrier on him and wrecked his good looks.”
“And the… did he get his hands on your girl, or what?”
Steve doesn’t even break stride. “Nah. Day before we took down Insight, I spent a few hours getting smacked around in Hydra custody. Rumlow was leading the welcome wagon. Guess they were trying to pay me back in kind for being such a pain in Hydra’s ass.”]