I Need A Miracle To Bring Me Back To You | Closed Roleplay

Steve Rogers & Ellie Monroe








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Lyla Harroway | The Civilian

Since moving here Lyla Harroway had learned a few, but important thing. First, expect the impossible. The unexpected; because that was usually just another Tuesday in New York. The very definition of impossible changed when aliens attacked New York, when a man was uncovered from a seventy-year slumber on ice, and when gods, enhanced, and humans formed a team to keep the planet safe. Secondly- mind your own business. This wasn't hard for Lyla at first, in her crummy apartment in Brooklyn; not until he showed up. Before the newest neighbor 'cross the hall moved in Lyla almost had living in New York down to a science. She went to work, occasionally went out with friends, minded her business, and was always up-to-date on the going on's of the city. Of new vigilante's and heroes; things that happened so close to her, but felt worlds away. However her routine was disrupted when the man moved into the apartment across from her's. It had been empty since she moved into the rundown apartment building, though approximately two months ago it got a tenant.

She hadn't spoken to this new man, but had caught glimpses of him. Tall, dark haired and rather skittish looking. But god she heard him at night. Panicked bellows, sometimes she heard things shattering, or the sounds of a TV playing as if to cover other noises. Some nights as she tossed and turned in her own apartment, she was tempted to knock on his door- make sure he was alright. But something always kept her from leaving her apartment. Eventually the noises would settle down and Lyla would drift off to sleep. Much like the rest of New York, she was close yet separated from this particular neighbor. Today had started the same as any other, with Lyla waking early enough to go about her daily routine before heading out for work, at a local veterinary clinic a few blocks from the apartment. She enjoyed her work, her official title being a vet tech, as she preferred the company of various city dogs and cats to that of people. Today was a busy day, mostly between check up's, getting the pets of New York up to date on shots, a few pets who'd eaten things they weren't supposed to, and by the time the clinic closed she was exhausted. Almost too exhausted to do the shopping she needed to do for the week.

There were a few grocery stores close enough to the apartment that she could carry enough groceries to fill her fridge, and not feel like her arms were going to fall off. And that's how she was currently, head down walking as quickly as she could to her shabby apartment building. Lyla disliked being out at night like this on her own. She'd grown up in a small town where everyone knew each other's names, so New York's nightlife was understandably quite different from what she was used to. Stark white earbuds were plugged snugly into her ears as she reached the apartment building, the bags crinkling and rustling against one another, sure to leave little red lines against the palms of her hands. Precariously she balanced the bags, while opening the main door of the apartment building. Technically she was supposed to have a key, or be buzzed in but the locks hadn't worked since she moved in and the night security guard was often asleep. Not exactly safe, but at least the door to her own place locked without issue. Passing the elevator which sometimes ran, and sometimes got stuck, Lyla made her way to the stairs.

She lived on the sixth floor, and smiling wryly Lyla figured that at least this could be her workout for the day. The stairwells were mostly empty, save for the few sporadic tenants who sprawled on steps, some gazing with glazed over eyes, other's chatting on phones. Through the thin walls she could hear children some screaming, some laughing, people chattering with one another; and a few dogs. One of the few pluses of living here, the pets. By the time Lyla was about ready to open a can of soup, watching some Game of Thrones and relax for the rest of the evening. Pushing the door open of the stairwell, exiting to the hallway of the sixth floor she was instantly wary when she noted the floor's general no-gooder resident Christopher milling about. He was always on the verge of being evicted, and often hung out with other junkies. Unfortunately he was right in front of her door and while he was middle-aged Lyla really didn't want to deal with him tonight. Gritting her teeth hoping that he was just wandering around, she continued to her apartment. "Excuse me. You're blocking my door" She spoke polietly, but firmly as she approached and his gaze flickered to her's. He looked utterly off his mind, and the moment he opened his mouth she figured this wasn't going to be a nice conversation. "Whats in the bag?"

He didn't move, and made no effort of even acknowledging she'd spoken and protectively she pulled her groceries closer to her chest. "Food, now come on can you get off my door?" Chris did move, towards her with more sobriety and coordination that Lyla expected. She was about to ask if he even remembered which apartment was his when he grabbed her wrist, with enough force to bruise. "Ow- knock it off, let go!" Her voice raised as she tried to wrench herself out of his grip. At this point her earbuds had fallen out, trailing on the grimy floor as Chris pointed to her purse. "I need to borrow some money. Just two hundred." Lyla wanted to laugh, as if she had that lying around; however there was a sort of desperation that made her too frightened to move. She was about to threaten that she'd call the police when a movement behind Chris caught her eye. The door across from her's, the tenant she hadn't actually met yet, opened. The man who stepped out was taller than she'd expected, and his hair was dark, maybe a little unkempt. What held Lyla's gaze was the intensity in which he was watching her situation. She wasn't expecting it when he moved towards them, and without saying anything stepped between Lyla and Chris.

"Let her go, before things get ugly." He spoke finally, his voice dark and gruff; somber enough that she had no doubt that he wasn't kidding. "Hey we were just talking, no need to get your panties in a bunch." Chris all but squeaked releasing Lyla's wrist. Yanking it back to her chest gently rubbing where she'd been gripped no one moved for a few seconds, though finally realizing that it wasn't a good idea to press this issue any further, he pushed past them for the stairs leaving just Lyla and the mysterious tenant in the hallway. The tension didn't melt from the man's posture until Chris was out of sight. "Um, thank you. I uh, I don't think we've actually met. I'm your neighbor. Lyla." Once her heart had stopped pounding in her ears, she introduced herself in a quiet voice. Still a little weary about what had just unfolded, she found herself unable to stand still, her fingers quietly tapping against her thigh. She liked to think that things wouldn't of progressed much further had the man not shown up, but Lyla honestly didn't know- and that's what made her uneasy.

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Steve Rogers | Disgraced Hero

He used to know what he was doing. Saving the innocent, protecting the innocent, and attacking the corrupted, evil forces of this world. But things change, as they always have. Suddenly the Avengers were considered vigilantes, people wanted them to be in check. They wanted control over where the Avengers went, what they did or didn't do. Steve couldn't in good concious let a power people with their own agendas to have that kind of power over his team; or himself. If someone was in trouble, Steve Rogers was going to help. That's what he did, what he was created to do- and would always do. It was what he stood for- his very core integrity. But that stance took a toll, exacted a price out of everyone who fought this "Heroes' Civil War" as he'd seen some newspaper's dub it, such as the Daily Bugle. His friends, the one that had stood by him and fought had been put into jail, cells as if they were rabid animals. He couldn't allow that. After he and Bucky freed them; Steve knew it was only a matter of time before the government came looking for him and so he did what he had to do.

He helped Bucky get an apartment in Brooklyn, hopefully off the radar of anyone who may be looking for him. As for Steve? Well he'd gotten an offer years ago, when he first awoke from an old childhood friend- Elias. He lived in Upstate New York now, on a farm no less. Steve remembered growing up with him. He'd been even smaller than Steve, and of course seven years younger, a neighbor, and a good friend. It was Elias and Bucky who normally got into trouble together, dragging Steve along. When Steve had woken up, Elias had his son drive him up to New York City, and he offered Steve a place at his table. "If you ever want a familiar place to sleep, my family is as much your family. Feel free to come any time." He'd offered at the end of their conversation. Steve had written a few letters, a few phone conversations with Eli, but that was it. He hadn't gone up there. Until now. Without his shield, without the public's blessing Steve knew he needed a few weeks to figure out what to do with himself. Go vigilante? There was a new vigilante in Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil if he read the papers correctly. He protected his borough; maybe it was something Steve was interested in doing.

Though he'd been helped by the Government, had technology and teammates to help fight crime and bring down bullies. Vigilante work was nothing like working with the Avengers; there were many pros and cons to figure out. These were the thoughts that chased about his head as he headed upstate, on his motorcycle. It was one of his favorite pass times, gave him time to think and the sense like he was free. The drive all in all was about an hour and a half, as the place that Elias had spoke about bordered on Vermont. It was always somewhat interesting to watch how New York changed the further away you got from the city. Above him the skies were a deep, clear blue, a beautiful cloudless late spring day. Things could be worse Steve figured, it could of been raining. That would of been a miserable drive up. The blonde wasn't really sure what he'd say to Elias once he got there. If he was watching the news he'd know what was going on, and Steve wasn't sure how he'd react. The trouble that Elias used to get into was stealing food, for his family however so it never really bothered Steve. Everyone was poor, broke, and hungry back then.

Elias had done what he needed to survive. Would he understand what Steve had done? How he'd gone outside the law. How he protected Bucky? Steve sure hoped he did. Schaghticoke was a drive, and when Steve actually arrived in town found it to be tiny and sleepy. A good place to lay low and consider his next course of action for a few days. Wanda had offered to let him hide out with her and Vision. Scott had rather excitedly agreed to let Sam stay with him for the next few days while Tony supposedly fixed everything for them. It had been Steve to get them locked up in the first place, so he couldn't stay with them. They needed to get back into the Avengers- and that wouldn't happen with him around. Still deep in thought he guided his motorcycle up the winding backroads, which seemed to go on for a stretch of miles before he finally came upon the private road which led to Elias' farm. By the time he pulled up the drive, noting the pastures of cows, and a couple other animals like chickens, goats, and a few horses he was tired. His back was sore from the ride up, and it was getting dark out. Elias wasn't expecting him so taking a deep breath Steve parked his bike, and gathering some courage stepped up to the main home, knocking on the door. "Coming!" Someone hollered, a female who sounded younger than Elias. A nurse? Daughter? Niece? Awkwardly lacing his hands together as he often did he was surprised when the door opened revealing a woman with dark eyes and hair. "Um, hi. I'm wondering if Elias Monroe is around? Steve Rogers asking." He was always awkward and stiff around women, and this was no different as he stood on the porch beneath the quickly fading sunlight.

James Buchanan Barnes | Ex Assassin

New York had changed, some of the buildings that Bucky remembered were no longer there. Not that he cared he just wished he could walk through his neighborhood and remember some things. It had been months after the whole incident with the Accords and the only thing he wanted was to lay low for awhile. Steve had helped him find an apartment in Brooklyn hoping no one would find him. New York is a large city it would take weeks before anyone could find Bucky.

After moving James made sure to avoid contact with everyone around that wasn't the landlord. He went two months without talking to anyone that wasn't Steve. While most of his days were mundane, he would often have trouble sleeping. Nightmares, night terrors a large amount of tossing and turning and screaming. Bucky knew people could probably hear him and he felt bad about it but there wasn't much he could do. Not really. Bucky tried to leave the radio or television on for some background noise to cover up his screams. Sometimes it helped and more often than not it didn't.James was the name he was giving strangers who asked, he wasn't going to give them anymore information.

James didn't know much about his surrounding neighbors but from the sound of it they were colorful to say the least. He spent his days writing things in his notebooks, memories or anything he could remember from his past. While managing to finish writing for the night he could hear some commotion coming from the sixth floor hall, that was his floor. It sounded like the same drunk from previous nights. Always hanging around harassing pretty girls, usually nothing happened otherwise he might have intervened.

Bucky stood as he could clearly hear a distressed woman telling that drunk to leave her alone. He night not remember too much about his old self but what he did remember was that no one should be bullied or harassed. Bucky walked to the door and opened it annoyed by all this commotion and glared hard as he watched the young woman's situation. Once he finally has this Chris guy surrender and left the tension subsided and he sighed. He turned to the blonde and simply nodded and as he was turned to go back in he looked over when she introduced herself.

Clearing his throat he managed to speak, "my name is James, I uh live across from you. No we haven't met officially ." He said as he thought of why he hadn't met this Lyla. He didn't want to meet people but he also didn't want to be rude, that's not how he was raised or so Steve had said. "Would you like some help?" James offered as he watched the blonde struggle with her bags.

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Ellie Monroe | The Girl With a Tragic Story

Ellie had spent most of her life on a farm helping her grandparents well, mostly on weekends when most teens were out having fun, she was on the farm. Not that she minded, she enjoyed being around animals especially the horses. Shehad gone to school to become a veterinarian an help her grandparents take care of the animals on the farm. Eight or so years of schooling had paid off now she was working on having her own clinic. Not somethng that was easily to obtain, what with so much money and he current job not paying enough.

As she finished putting all the animals safely in theIraq pens, she had fed and washed them and they seemed to be ready for bed. Which was fine by Ellie she was getting dinner prepared after a long bubble bath of course. This was the weekend she had planned to spend with grandpa Elias the man who her parents had named her after.

Ellie hummed a tune while she made her grandparents favorite meal, at the moment they were both relaxing. While she finished putrigher casserole into he oven. Hearing a knock from across the room she let them know she was coming. As she walked to the front door Ellie removed the apron after wiping her hands and opened the door with a small smile. "hi there, oh yes he's here, come on in I'll let him know "

Ellie walked to find her grandfather to let him know who was at the door. Steve Rogers. She's heard good things about the handsome man, her grandfather had so many stories and so many wonderful memories he had shared with her.