The name is Detective Steve Rogers. I work with the NYPD, in a precinct in downtown Manhattan. Formally Captain Rogers of the United States Army.

((A member of the Depowered Marvel/DC 'verse group Modus Operandi.))

detectivestark:

"If it came to that, I’m sure there would be better reasons to ‘tank’ me."
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"But lessons? Really? Don’t make my kid into a starving artist, Rogers."

"They couldn’t do that to you. You’re a legend."

"Wouldn’t dream of it, Stark. Besides, I’m not starving. Art’s just… just a hobby, now."

(Source: detectivesteverogers)

detectivestark:

"… Yeah— God, I don’t even want to think about that."
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"I would have been fucking fired by now if we didn’t."

"Shame, if you get tanked for that. They wouldn’t appreciate the artistry. I’ll have to give Nick some lessons."

(Source: detectivesteverogers)

alphalewolf:

Those women are doing a public service, Chris.

detectivestark:

"I’m sorry, Rogers— I’ve gotta get him to stop that."

"It’s okay, really. It’s a good thing we keep electronic copies now too."

(Source: detectivesteverogers)

detectivestark:

"Oh, you mean the bane of my walls—"
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"Yeah, the triceratops are my favorites."

"The T-Rex is a personal favorite. It’s nothing I can’t redo easily though."

(Source: detectivesteverogers)

detectivestark:

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detectivestark:

"— Just the folders, or the files themselves?"
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"Both. Cute little dinosaurs, really."

(Source: detectivesteverogers)

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