raindropskeepfallingonmyheart:
i wonder if clint ever sees nat sleeping and whispers “romanoff” before poking her awake. as he runs away with her in hot pursuit, a faint “romanON” can be heard through the halls, followed by a cackle.
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I think Bucky used to dread missions where Peggy was with them, not because of Feelings (though, you know…) but because suddenly he had TWO stupidly courageous lunatic daredevil heroes to try wrangle and no one believes him that they are Hard Fucking Work because he’s Captain Butter Wouldn’t Fucking Melt America and she has a vagina so you know, how badass could she be? and suddenly they are half way over Poland and there isn’t enough vodka in the world for this shit
Avengers Deleted Scene
#i wish they kept this #she looks like she’s giving up #and then she looks at clint fighting #figthing for new york #FIGHTING TO SAVE LIVES #AND SHE JUST GETS BACK UP#BECAUSE #THAT’S WHAT THEY DO #THEY GET BACK UP #IF YOU DON’T THINK HEROES AREN’T INSPIRING #GET OUT OF MY FACE #sobs (via im-not-their-hero)
#i gotta reblog it again bc of the tags#my heart ACHES#keep in mind that she’s probably never fought aliens before at this point#keep in mind that the whole reason she end up joining was because she got a call that clint was in danger and she fucking rounded up her mission to go save his ass#and she sees him fighting despite what he’s been through#so she’s like if he can do it so can i.
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Anonymous asked: What if word gets around that if you show up to sam's house he'll patch you up and make breakfast
Apparently, searching for the Winter Soldier means moving to New York and hell no is Sam Wilson moving to Brooklyn.
“Nah, man,” he explained. “I love you like whoa, but hell no. Harlem or bust.”
Steve didn’t get it, but whatever. He offered to let Sam have his floor in Stark’s godawful tower, but again: hell to the no.
“I know people in Harlem,” he explained further.
He should have known that sentence would put a cloud over Steve, but at least the argument held water for him. That was what Brooklyn was about, anyway. He was going to where he used to have people.
So Sam moved back to Harlem.
***
At three AM on a Thursday night, the buzzer for the front door of his apartment went off.
“If you’re here to kill me, come back in at least five hours,” he told whoever it was through the intercom.
“Sorry, Sam,” came Natasha’s voice. “We need a place to lie low.”
Fucking whatever. He buzzed her up.
She had a different buff, blonde superhero with her this time. He introduced himself as Clint and shook Sam’s hand. Then he winced and shook out his hand which Sam could now see was turning no-good-very-bad colors.
Natasha shrugged. “You should see the other guy,” she said.
“Other guys,” Clint corrected. “So many other guys. At least twenty.”
Sam raised an eyebrow.
“Fifty,” Clint continued. “Probably fifty.”
Sam repeated internally: fucking whatever.
“I left my straightener in DC,” he told Natasha. “Bad for your hair anyway.”
“Please,” she scoffed. “Straight hair is so last year.”
***
Two months later, Clint showed up with Bruce Banner. A lot of people in Harlem knew about Bruce Banner.
Sam put on the Enya CD he always told people he only had because an ex left it in his apartment. (This was a lie.)
Clint gave him a look.
“Look, Harlem thanks the dude for stopping the other dinosaur dude and everything,” Sam explained. “But he is not allowed to break my apartment. I don’t have the funds to build a new one from scratch.”
Bruce looked…not green, not in the bad way, but green like sea-sick sort of green. Like a hangover or something. His head was lolling and Clint was basically holding him upright.
***
Bruce Banner showed up in the daylight hours two days later with Tony Stark. Tony made fun of Sam’s CD collection. Bruce Banner fixed his leaky shower.
Sam thought to himself, OK, this is my life now.
Tony had to help with the shower. It went off and soaked them both and they left wearing all of Sam’s clean jogging clothes.
***
Steve came by with the Winter Soldier—“he’s Bucky“—in the middle of the night a couple weeks later.
Sam kept the place stocked with first aid kits and poptarts these days.
About an hour after they arrived, Natasha and Thor arrived. Then ten minutes later, Clint and Tony. Then Bruce.
"Everybody gets poptarts and beer,” Sam announced as he ushered Bruce in. “It’s all I have on hand.”
The Winter Soldier—Bucky—looked so fucking stunned at the suggestion that Sam made a bag of microwave popcorn just to fill the sudden depth of “feed this boy” feelings that had swelled up. It was something he inherited from his mom, no doubt. She was always feeding people who looked like that.
Yeah. This was his life now.
There were superheroes having a slumber party in his living room.
I WANT MORE OF THIS. (especially the part where Sam decides he needs to feed Bucky.)
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rynnalyn Vital informationthe filming of an iconic scene
I simply cannot get over how straight Evans is when he runs, and how little he leans forward.
That’s why he had to do almost all of his own running. They were like, “Chris, you’ll be running today. Tomorrow, we’ll film your double doing flips but today you get to run and run and if you don’t like it, learn to run like other people.”
I understand they also had a tough time finding a stunt man who could double for him because he doesn’t move like most actors. It’s probably better now that they’ve sent him for martial arts training, but evidently the first Cap movie was rough until they started choreographing the fight scenes to a musical beat.
I didn’t know they did that. That is the best thing I’ve heard today.
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killerville:
#i never noticed mackie’s little head gesture in the first one #CHOOSING TO INTERPRET IT AS SAM BRACING FOR A ‘YES’ #BRACING FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF BEING TOTALLY DISAPPOINTED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA #and then being pleasantly surprised charmed seduced etc
WOOED THE WORD YOU’RE LOOKING FOR IS WOOED
GUESS WHOSE TAGS ARE TOTALLY GETTING REBLOGGED
#but yeah can you imagine being a black soldier in a world where Captain America and the Howling Commandos existed #b/c I can guarantee that the myth that grew up around that team was used by the right wing #to stifle things like the Civil Rights movement and race discussions in general #holding them up as a La La La Everything’s Always Been Fine Why Are You Making Race An Issue #while at the same fucking time holding Rogers up as this white man ideal #and burying his identity as a rebellious punk who basically lived with the phrase ‘fuck the system’ carved on his heart #I bet that Smithsonian exhibit had to go through a hell of a revision once Steve actually saw it and was like EXCUSE ME WHAT #I bet it didn’t have a fucking thing about Gabriel Jones or Jim Morita #so here Sam is confronted by this man who is everything white America thinks men should be #and everything he has been explicitly and implicitly told his entire life that he *couldn’t* be #and can you imagine hearing from this guy that he has just as much contempt for the good old days as you do #even if Steve’s reply doesn’t address the things you want him to #the relief of that must be like pulling a bad tooth #to know that Fox News was wrong about Steve Rogers #(and on another note to know that Steve Rogers thinks you’re cute) #Sam’s morning is going pretty good (via leupagus)Star-struck Interviewer: “You must miss the good old days.”
Steve Rogers: “I grew up in a tenement slum. Rats, lice, bedbugs, one shared bathroom per floor with a bucket of water to flush, cast iron coal-burning stove for cooking and heat. Oh, and coal deliveries - and milk deliveries, if you could get it - were by horse-drawn cart. One summer I saw a workhorse collapse in the heat, and the driver started beating it with a stick to make it get up. We threw bricks at the guy until he ran away. Me and Bucky and our friends used to steal potatoes or apples from the shops. We’d stick them in tin cans with some hot ashes, tie the cans to some twine, and then swing ‘em around as long as we could to get the ashes really hot. Then we’d eat the potato. And there were the block fights. You don’t know what a block fight was? That’s when the Irish or German kids who lived on one block and the Jewish or Russian kids who lived on the next block would all get together into one big mob of ethnic violence and beat the crap out of each other. One time I tore a post out of a fence and used it on a Dutch kid who’d called Bucky a Mick. Smacked him in the head with the nails.”
Interviewer: “LET’S TALK ABOUT THE INTERNET.”
Steve Rogers: “I love cat pictures.”
(Many biographical details are taken from Streetwise, either from Jack Kirby’s autobiographical story or Nick Cardy’s contribution: http://twomorrows.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=52&products_id=513 )
it got better
I really like this post, but I take issue with this section of the reblogged tags: #I bet that Smithsonian exhibit had to go through a hell of a revision once Steve actually saw it and was like EXCUSE ME WHAT #I bet it didn’t have a fucking thing about Gabriel Jones or Jim Morita
As someone planning to work in museums, I can tell you right now that the Smithsonian probably had to fight tooth and nail to honestly and faithfully represent the diversity of the Howling Commandos. Museums of that caliber are much like libraries in terms of providing free knowledge and are committed to accuracy and proper representation of history.
Especially given the National Air and Space Museum’s history with the Enola Gay controversy (short version: NASM was forced to cancel the planned exhibit because it focused too much on the Japanese casualties of the atom bomb and not enough on the justifications for the bomb or its role in ending the war), it’s far more likely that any erasure of Jones or Morita was caused by competing interest groups and political machinations, not by the curators, exhibit designers, or the Smithsonian Institution itself. They were probably overjoyed at Steve’s righteous anger over weakened representation of Jones and Morita and I can imagine they pulled out their original designs and asked if he could publicly announce his approval for them so they could fix what politics had wrought.
(Source: forassgard, via johanirae)
#man #poor sam #sam versus a fucKING HELICARRIER #natasha always making unreasonable demands #sometimes she forgets that sam is not a superhuman #since she orders thor and steve and tony around on the daily #sam stay still while this helicarrier smashes through the building #sam keep this giant lizard busy while i get in position #sam pick up this building #sam’s like #um natASHA?
Who wants to bet Steve shows up at Sam’s house halfway through Age of Ultron like “I’m SO sorry for doing this to you again” while the whole Avengers team stands behind him, shuffling their feet and looking liked kicked puppies.
And Sam just goes, “I don’t have enough OJ for you all,” as he sighs and lets them file into his house.
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Why ask for a film when we can demand a whole series?
omg, but what if, what if this was done, like, The Story of Clint Barton: As Told by Kate Bishop. I think that would be HILARIOUS.
Can we? CAN WE PLEASE?
EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY
Devastation. POLICE and CITIZENS milling amongst the wreckage of the street. Lying on top of a car, clearly having fallen from a great height, a MAN, eyes closed, possibly dead.
CLINT (VO)
[big intake of breath]
Okay. This looks bad.And we go into REWIND. The MAN flies upwards, flailing wildly, a bow rising up into his hand, finally crashing back through a reassembling window about SIXTY STORIES UP. PAUSE on the fist of an AIM AGENT just inches from his face.
CLINT (VO) (CONT)
You cowboy around with the Avengers some.BACK IN REAL TIME, the fist hits him square in the jaw. As he turns back to smack the agent with his BOW, we get our first proper look at him - HAWKEYE himself, CLINT BARTON. Blonde, muscular, probably already somewhat battered; big heart and no common sense.
CLINT is holding his own against the AIM AGENTS, in a fight that seems to be mostly punching.
CLINT (VO) (CONT)
Guys got, what, armor. Magic. Super-powers. Super-strength. Shrink-dust. Grow-rays. Magic.KATE (VO)
You said magic.CLINT (VO) (CONT)
I know I said magic. It was emphatic.It’s gonna give you a bit of a complex.
These guys are superheroes.
I’m a carnie with a bit of stick and string from the Paleolithic era.A huge BLAST OF ENERGY smacks CLINT straight in the chest and he flies backwards, shattering the window, and plummeting. Flailing wildly.
CLINT (VO) (CONT)
So when I tell you ‘this looks bad’?CLINT slams into the ground, hitting the roof of the car, unconscious.
CLINT (VO) (CONT)
I promise you it feels worse.KATE (VO)
Hold up. Hooooooold up.Freeze.
That is not what you told me, bossman.
CLINT (VO)
Katie, would you please -KATE (VO)
Why is it that whenever it’s time to tell the story to other people you’re suddenly cool and badass and oooh-emphatic? Why is it just me who gets to hear about your incredible screwups?CLINT (VO)
I didn’t screw up.KATE (VO)
You fell off the roof from like two feet up.REWIND AGAIN - Clint flies upwards once more, wildly flailing until the AIM AGENT has a fist at his face, but now we’re on top of a THREE STORY BUILDING in DOWNTOWN BROOKLYN.
KATE (VO)
And it wasn’t fifty bad guys, it was fifteen.AIM AGENTS disappear, leaving only a handful.
KATE (VO.)
And I’m pretty sure Spider-Man was there.SPIDER-MAN appears in the background.
CLINT (VO)
He was not.KATE (VO)
He was.CLINT (VO)
I don’t need a kid to -KATE (VO)
It was all over Twitter, Hawkdude, just get over it. The AIM dude punched you in the face -Which is exactly what happens as we come back to REAL TIME.
- and you fell over and landed on Spidey and he knocked you over and you fell off the roof of a hipster deli.
And CLINT trips over SPIDER-MAN in the middle of the battle and plummets from the rooftop -
CLINT
[yelling]
Oh, SHI-- to land on the now familiar car below, thankfully unconscious once more. POLICE cars pull up around him as the battle draws to a close.
The camera pulls up, over the BROOKLYN skyline of brownstones and docks and MANHATTAN in the distance, and we see our title:
HAWKEYE
and as if it has been drawn on by pen, suddenly someone adds in:
HAWKEYE(s)
CLINT (VO)
I don’t remember asking for your input, Hawkeye.KATE (VO)
[cheerfully]
You’re welcome, Hawkeye.OPENING CREDITS
OH MY GOD LOOK AT THIS LOOKIT LOOK LOOKIIIIIITTTTT OH MY GOD I AM DEAD THIS this thiiiiiiiiiiisssss
NOPING OUTTA HERE BEFORE I LOSE THE PLOT COMPLETELY
I would totally watch this and it would be a prefect Marvel feel
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