↳ Bucky struggles with his memories and looks up on the internet what damage the Winter Soldier -he- has done.
↳ Bucky struggles with his memories and looks up on the internet what damage the Winter Soldier -he- has done.
At Wonder Con today, a grand total of 9-10 people of the thousands there “got” that I was cosplaying as Kate Bishop. But ya know what? 2 of them were my favorite authors kellysue and gingerhaze, two were dudes dressed as Hawkguy and 2 were members of the Carol/ Kamala Corps. So I’m gonna say: achievement fucking unlocked.
I don’t……. think so??
Anyone who is more well versed in the X-Men comics than I? I stopped reading them for a long while, so this may very well have happened and I just didn’t read it…
X-23/Laura Kinney come immediately to mind. I’ve got the Innocence Lost trade and it sounds a hell of a lot like what you’re looking for. I think she’s 10 in it?
okay but can you imagine like
a week after your truck gets stolen out of the goddamn mall parking lot, you get a knock on the door and there’s fucking Captain America standing there. Says he’s here about your goddamn truck. And for a moment you wonder if he started working for the police now that Shield took a dive, but you don’t say so, you just nod when he describes your truck to you, license plate number, make, model and color, all to a tee.
And then the weirdest thing happens (weirder than Captain America just showing up at your front door). Captain America starts looking bashful. And then he tells you your truck was lost ‘in the line of duty’. You must still look a little awestruck because he elaborates; he’s the one who took your truck.
Captain America fucking stole your goddamn truck out of the goddamn mall parking lot.
And he’s going to pay for a new one. And he’s very, very sorry.
Natasha gives Sam a parting gift, too, though he isn’t quite sure what to do with it. To Steve, who can never go back, she gives a folder full of the past; to Sam, whose future is uncertain, she gives a glimpse of what could be. Via text, of course. Apparently wherever one goes to establish new covers has decent service.
He loves the Mets, she texts, with a little baseball emoji.
Good, Sam replies. I couldn’t trust a Yankees fan.
For that, she Snapchats him a clip of her rolling her eyes.
Also, she says, he likes it when people have deep conversations with him. “Who am I”, “what is the nature of trust”, “can government ever be truly representative” and all sorts of fun stuff like that.
I’ll bear that in mind? Sam texts.
And he doesn’t like public displays of affection, he receives back, and that’s when he turns his phone off, because if he’s being this unsubtle something is off with his game. Not that it’s a game. But.
Sam makes bullet points.
Don’t make bullet points!!!!!!! Natasha texts him.
Sam keeps right on making bullet points.
- Mets game??????
- Discuss nature of reality
- BEAT HIM ON A MORNING RUN
- be debonair as a debonairite.
- seriously, the nature of reality? what. (WAS NATASHA LYING.)
- seriously, morning run.
You made bullet points, didn’t you, Natasha says.
I thought you said you didn’t know everything, Sam texts.
I don’t, Natasha texts back. But you did, right?
Sam turns his phone off again.
and anyway they go to a mets game and get shake shack and they get to the bottom of the ninth and the bases are loaded and CHRIS YOUNG (??) IS AT BAT AND HE HITS A GRAND SLAM AND THE GIANT INFLATABLE APPLE BEHIND HOME BASE COMES UP AND SAM JUMPS UP SCREAMING because seriously, who is a yankees fan, anyway they’re playing boston and anyone who wins against boston is good people in sam’s book, and that’s how he completely forgets to slyly put his arm around steve who is CAPTAIN AMERICA, seriously, he’s at a baseball game with captain america!!! how cool is that! which is also how he completely misses steve looking up at him completely unable to suppress the BIGGEST FOND GRIN. anyway on the train back into the city he reenacts all the best parts in his head and sneaks looks at Steve, who is sitting with his cap pulled down and kind of dozing a little, and feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest with how much he cares
AND ANYWAY they try and discuss the nature of reality and instead they discuss the nature of guacamole because seriously, what is it with avocadoes, steve’s never quite been able to get the hang of how to tell when they’re perfectly ripe but apparently life is like an avocado, tony keeps saying that and steve is completely sure he’s fucking with him but he is going along with it so he can get better revenge one day, and sam is also useless when it comes to avocadoes but he is willing to try, he is willing to go out and buy two dozen avocadoes from the street vendor down the road from avengers tower, and then he is willing to sit and try one every day for two weeks just so they can tell what the pinnacle of avocado perfection is, even if he is heartily sick of avocadoes (how is one sick of avocadoes!!!!) by the end of it, and sam thinks that’s maybe what life really is about, this sitting and halving avocadoes with someone you big l-word, this waiting, these good things coming with time. which is how he totally fails and also aces the second bullet point.
sam never beats steve on a morning run. it’s okay. he’ll keep trying.
what’s the noun form of debonair, Sam texts Natasha. He’d like to believe their friendship has reached the no-punctuation-ever stage.
debutante, she replies.
thanks bunches, he says. you’re a real friend, Tash, and then savors the brief radio silence while she weighs a sarcastic response against how much she genuinely likes his nickname for her.
deboner? she says, which is how he knows he’s forgiven.
sounds like me all right, he replies. Fuck if he knows what he’s doing. Fuck if he knows if it’s working. Fuck if he knows anything, at this point, besides how much he wants to kiss Steve, and ask him how his day went, and also wake him up when he has nightmares, and be there for the good dreams.
ANYWAY IT IS THE END OF WEEK TWO AND THEY ARE OUT OF AVOCADOES AND THEY HAVE WATCHED AND/OR LISTENED TO METS GAMES FOR A WEEK and steve and sam realize they have been covertly staring at each other for HALF AN HOUR and sam laughs nervously and steve smiles and says, “sam, have we been —”
"COCKBLOCKING OURSELVES," sam says, and then coughs, and says, "wait, what? who said that? not me. definitely not me, what, who."
"well, yeah," steve says, and smiles even more, and sam blushes RIDICULOUSLY hard, and then MAKEOUTS AND DEFINITELY BLOWJOBS, this got way out of hand
I approve of everything in this post except that this story does not yet actually exist on the AO3.
So I think we were all pretty righteously pissed off today. And then Greg Rucka reminded us all why we buy so many of his comics.
And like some lesser designs, you can also buy this on a shirt.
EASY THERE, SATAN
youre a lucky girl, peggy
I somehow missed this important missive from Rachel and now I am having 1034874905685 feelings. Nat stealing Steve’s phone like ‘hey what are you looking at’ so she can tease him and then both of them getting really into mermaid fandom, Steve shyly starting an art blog and everyone being like ‘wow u draw the Avengers so good this is really true’ and him never mentioning it, Steve starting a new unflattering Tony Stark meme every week, Steve making a blog of pictures from newspapers of the Hulk with googly eyes stuck on, to cheer Bruce up, Steve nightblogging, 75% asleep and banged up on the way back from a mission like ‘do u ever look at ur friends and just think about what pizza they would be?’
I’ve never been female. But I have been black my whole life. I can perhaps offer some insight from that perspective. There are many similar social issues related to access to equal opportunity that we find in the black community, as well as the community of women in a white male dominate society…
When I look at — throughout my life — I’ve known that I wanted to do astrophysics since I was 9 years old…I got to see how the world around me reacted to my expressions of these ambitions. All I can say is, the fact that I wanted to be a scientist, an astrophysicist was hands down the path of most resistance through the forces of society.
Anytime I expressed this interest, teachers would say, ‘Oh, don’t you wanna be an athlete?’ I want to become someone that was outside of the paradigm of expectations of the people in power. Fortunately, my depth of interest of the universe was so deep and so fuel enriched that everyone of these curve balls that I was thrown, and fences built in front of me, and hills that I had to climb, I just reach for more fuel, and I just kept going.
Now, here I am, one of the most visible scientists in the land, and I wanna look behind me and say, ‘Where are the others who might have been this,’ and they’re not there! …I happened to survive and others did not simply because of forces of society that prevented it at every turn. At every turn.
…My life experience tells me that when you don’t find blacks, when you don’t find women in the sciences, I know that these forces are real, and I had to survive them in order to get where I am today.
So before we start talking about genetic differences, you gotta come up with a system where there’s equal opportunity, then we can have that conversation.
"What’s up with chicks and science?"
Are there genetic differences between men and women, explain why more men are in science.
This was beautiful
To hell with dignity. I’ll leave when the job’s done.
or AU where Peggy Carter becameM
imagine bucky and steve taking shots of like 100 proof vodka and trying to get DRUNK and steve is totally unaffected but after the 20th shot or something bucky is drunk as fuck and he looks at steve really seriously (while swaying slightly in his chair) and steve is kind of nervous because bucky hasn’t looked at him this intently since before the war when steve came home with two broken ribs and bucky just stared at him for five minutes before giving him the longest lecture of his entire life so yeah steve is kinda nervous. finally bucky rubs his hand over his face, sighs and says, “steve, i fucking hate it when you wear khakis” and steve laughs so hard he can’t breathe
Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )
Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?”
Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier.
In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt.
"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—”
"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer."
It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.
Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”
Steve beams at him.