BrooklynSteel-

╔《 ACT I — Faultline 》╗
          	
          	  “ I’ve seen what happens when you trust
          	                       too easily—
          	    don’t make me see it again. ”
          	
          	             CB
          	        ( specify mood if you’d like! )
          	          and/or drop things ♡

BrooklynSteel-

╔《 ACT I — Faultline 》╗
          
            “ I’ve seen what happens when you trust
                                 too easily—
              don’t make me see it again. ”
          
                       CB
                  ( specify mood if you’d like! )
                    and/or drop things ♡

BrooklynSteel-

;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
          
          He’s very much still under construction so things may change here or there ,, but below is a summary for him which will not change and information will be built around it as it comes to mind :) ( or I will probably just wait until I make an MBs )
          
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          ╔《 ACT I — Faultline 》╗
          
            “ I’ve seen what happens when you trust
                                 too easily—
              don’t make me see it again. ”
          
                       CB
                  ( specify mood if you’d like! )
                    and/or drop things ♡
          

BrooklynSteel-

⍟
          
          Steve Rogers was never meant to become a symbol.
          
          He was a stubborn kid from Brooklyn who couldn’t stand by when people got hurt—too small to win fights, but too principled to walk away from them. The Super Soldier Serum didn’t change that. It amplified it.
          
          What followed wasn’t just heroism. It was weaponisation.
          
          During the war, Steve was shifted from inspiration to enforcement—sent on missions that required more than courage, more than morality. He became something precise. Effective. Final. And by the time the war ended, he already understood a truth no one wanted to admit:
          
          He wasn’t just fighting weapons.
          He had become one.
          
          When he went into the ice, it wasn’t with the clean conscience of a hero—but with the weight of choices that didn’t feel like victories.
          
          When he woke, the world had changed. The system hadn’t.
          
          Handled as an asset instead of a man, Steve quickly realized history was repeating itself—just with better technology and quieter orders. This time, though, he saw it for what it was.
          
          And he refused to play along.
          
          Now, Steve operates on his own terms. He still fights, still protects, still stands between people and the worst parts of the world—but he no longer believes in blind loyalty, governments, or symbols.
          
          Only in outcomes. Only in minimising damage.
          
          Only in choosing where the line gets drawn—and making sure no one crosses it without consequence.
          
          ⍟

BrooklynSteel-

╔《 ACT I — The Girl Who Never Lands 》╗
          
              “ I was made to catch the fall —
               no one taught me how to touch the ground. ”
          
                       CB
                  ( specify mood if you’d like! )
                    and/or drop things ♡

BrooklynSteel-

;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
          
          She’s back <3 ( and with updated info ! )
          
          ⋆
          
          ╔《 ACT I — The Girl Who Never Lands 》╗
          
              “ I was made to catch the fall —
               no one taught me how to touch the ground. ”
          
                       CB
                  ( specify mood if you’d like! )
                    and/or drop things ♡
          
          

BrooklynSteel-

≋
          
          Levi was not born — she was woven. Crafted by ancient sorcerers, she was designed to be the perfect guardian: loyal, instinctive, incapable of hesitation. Yet they made one mistake—
          
          They gave her the ability to become human. For a time, she lived as both cloak and companion to her first master. She spoke, learned, felt. She believed she was more than the magic that made her.
          
          Then he turned rogue. Through curse and ritual, he stripped her autonomy, binding her permanently into cloth. She could think, feel, remember—
          
          —but never move. For decades, she hung within the Sanctum. Watching. Listening. Existing in silence.
          
           ⋆
          
          Stephen Strange did not free her with power—
          
          He freed her with recognition. Where others wore her, he trusted her. Where others commanded, he allowed her to act.
          
          The curse began to loosen.
          
          At first, it was small—hesitations in movement, flickers of intent. Then one night, she stood before him in human form once more—
          
          unsteady, half-formed, hovering. She did not touch the ground. She still doesn’t. Not always.
          
          ≋