Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

angryromanianpuppy:

darthstitch:

heroofthreefaces:

squirrelstone:

Okay, but imagine the first time Steve and Bucky hear the term “feminazi.” Some dudebro at a convention or public event the team is forced to go to calls a woman a feminazi, and Steve and Bucky just lose it and start yelling at the guy because they’ve lost friends to actual Nazis, and a woman standing up for her rights as a human being is not comparable to slaughtering millions of people.

“What did you say?” Steve leaves the stage and marches up the aisle of the auditorium toward the facilitator with the microphone and the audience member who had been speaking into it. “What was that word you just used?”

“Uh …” The man from the audience is understandably apprehensive at having Captain America charge him. “… feminazi.”

Steve gathers the front of the man’s shirt in his fist. “I fought Nazis. Are you equating the slaughter of millions with this person -” Steve hadn’t heard before of the woman that the audience member had stood to ask about during the question and answer segment, and has forgotten the name, but that’s way beside the point now. “- standing up for her human rights?”

Steve didn’t notice Bucky leaving the stage but now he’s beside them, speaking very quietly. “I think this guy is the one who sounds like a Nazi. What do you think, Steve?”

“I think you’re right, Bucky.” Bringing himself back under control, but also conscious of good-cop-bad-cop vibe in the contrast between his tone and Bucky’s, Steve allows himself not to speak as quietly as Bucky is.

“I think,” says Bucky, quietly but ominously, “that the smartest thing this guy could do in his entire life would be if right now he left this room and this building, and never spoke that word again. What do you think, Steve?”

“I think you’re right, Bucky.” Steve lets go of the guy’s shirt.

As the guy hastens down the aisle ultimately to exit the auditorium, Steve and Bucky follow slowly on their way back to the stage. “I never want to hear that word again,” says Steve, not needing a microphone. “Who came up with that word anyway?”

“Rush Limbaugh,” comes an anonymous voice from the audience.

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RADIO SHOW TRANSCRIPT, EXCERPT

LIMBAUGH: (continued) So you see, in context this woman -

ROGERS: Stepped on your toes. And in your mind that equated her actions with the slaughter of millions of people?

LIMBAUGH: She wasn’t just -

ROGERS: I guess that tells me how much you value the lives of Jews and of Allied soldiers. Hundreds of millions per toe of yours.

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Newspaper headline: LIMBAUGH PROGRAM LOSES ALL ADVERTISERS IN TOEGATE

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amusewithaview:

taleasedubh:

libertinem:

transcendingintellect:

I just realized……Hydra knew super-soldiers could survive despite being cryogenically frozen, because they did it to the Winter Soldier.
So they knew for certain that Captain America was alive after he crashed the plane in the Arctic.

I find the timing of Cap’s find very suspicious.

I personally believe Obadiah Stane was somewhat affiliated with Hydra (and had them send the Winter Soldier to have Howard killed). And he could easily influence where Howard searched for Steve and the plane.

I believe that Obadiah misdirected Howard intentionally whenever it looled like he was close, bc Hydra didn’t want Captain America back.
It was only when Obadiah died that SHIELD found Cap.

Originally posted by tony-stark-iron-man-rdj

this… makes soooo much sense, but also, FUCK! I didn’t need this pain. 

On the flipside, imagine if Hydra, knowing just how much a serumed up person can survive, actively was looking for Steve… and they found him first. Imagine Steve barely-conscious and still trembling with bone-deep cold as he’s stuffed into The Chair for the first time.

It doesn’t work as expected the first time (Steve thought the grave was supposed to be cold and final but instead he’s dying by inches with electricity burning through his veins, twisting whips of fire tearing through his brain) so the Hydra scientists note down their results and hunker down for a fullscale Science Experiment!

They recalibrate and try again.

And again.

And again.

Meanwhile Steve tries to hold it all together. He knows that he’s surprised to be alive (in the worst moments he wishes he wasn’t). He knows he was fighting a war (he’s pretty sure they must have lost). He knows that nobody is coming for him (not the kid from Brooklyn, the only one who really cared about HIM is, well…)

(And nobody’s coming after the soldier, the war hero, the propaganda machine, that came after. Who would believe he could survive that crash? The ice?)

(Even if he lives through this, the man that used to be Captain America isn’t sure how much of Steve Rogers will be left.)

After a few months, one scientist gets the bright idea to bring in the Original for comparative testing. The new Subject goes absolutely ballistic the first time he sees the Winter Soldier.

Focused on restraining their new Subject, none of the scientists catch the flicker of expression (emotion) that dances over the Original’s face.

It’s three weeks before they leave the two alone together without muzzles to prevent biting (from the Winter Soldier) or speech (from the Subject). The higher-ups are annoyed by the number of otherwise promising recruits who have requested transfers after five minutes of talking to (or being talked at by) the Subject.

“I know you,” the Winter Soldier says firmly. After three weeks of observation he’s sure in this if not much else. They’ve wiped him a few times for fresh data, but he’s been clinging tenaciously to what little he can conjure up of that face, that voice, that attitude.

(‘Mouthy’ is the word that keeps springing up.)

(And punk. Or jerk? He’s not sure why those words make his lips twitch up at the corners.)

“You do,” the other man, the one who once was Steve Rogers and might be again. “You know me, and we…we’re gonna get out of here. Together.”

Eight days later, they do.

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Anonymous asked: Top 5 headcanons, preferably Stevebucky related but really any marvel ones actually :)

drop-deaddream-deactivated20160:

1. Steven Grant “Old Man” Rogers (“Well golly gee,” he bitches, deadpan)

2. Steve & Nat having to share warmth on some kind of cold weather mission (please take a moment to picture Tasha curled up and huddled in his huge man arms because they’re best friends I’m dying) 

3. Actual New Yorker Steve Rogers. Occasional rage when driving an actual car. Yelling at cabs when they almost run him over and/or splash water in his direction. (“WHADDAYA DOIN, HUH? JESUS!”) Pastrami on rye. If the cheesecake isn’t six inches tall it isn’t a goddamn cheesecake. Balking at Chicago style pizza, which he actually may not have known about, considering it was first made when he was at war. Super nice to tourists. Super disgusted when Stark plans a weekend at the Shore. And finally, Food Trucks: The Autobiography Of an American Hero. 

4. Steve actually acting his age, re: sitting somewhere bored with his chin propped on his hand and messing with filters on insta, one shameful post-gym selfie at a time. Sometimes he ends up slouched in a chair, texting, oblivious to everything else. On this note, Steve fitting in DISTURBINGLY WELL with the current population of like 60% of Brooklyn, that is to say, hipster humanities majors  

5. Steve Rogers actually speaking the way an asshole kid raised in Brooklyn in the early/mid 20th century who then graduated to the Army would speak (stubbing his toe getting food in the middle of the night, like, “Jesus motherfucking Christ, fuck me, fuck”)

6. For that matter, Bucky talking that way (“What the fuck is this?” he demands, staring horrorstruck at the deep dish pizza in front of him. “What the shit is this, asshole?”)

There are going to be ten, I’m sorry

7. Natasha paints her toenails purple and her feet are always cold and every time she’s on the couch w/Clint she shoves her feet under his thighs

8. Steve listens to Turn Down For What literally a disturbing amount of times a day

9. Bucky missed Sinatra by one year and promptly falls head over heels for his voice in a totally no homo way and plays his music nonstop and hums it when he’s in the field

10. My absolute favorite headcanon, mostly because it’s 100% going to BE canon, is that everyone just thinks Steve and Bucky are incredibly fucking weird. And it’s not really because of the trauma or the fact that they’re collectively over 200 years old or any of that. It’s the fact that they’re fucking weird. Sometimes they just stare at each other. They literally just stare at each other, for like, hours. Sometimes Steve has to look away dramatically and blink back man tears. Are they telepathic? Is that it? Sam doesn’t have time for this. And they’re weirdly violent for each other. It’s creepy. Tony wonders what they get each other for holidays, and then decides to stop thinking about it. It’s probably the still-beating hearts of Hydra operatives.

spitandvinegar:

open-sketchbook:

spitandvinegar:

Ok so we all know that the answer to “Where did Captain America learn to steal a car?” is “Nazi Germany” but I think the more pressing question here is when the fuck did this complete maniac get a driver’s license

Because ok, Mighty Mouse 1.0 is too poor to own a car, too short to reach the pedals, has vision problems, and is a goddamn New Yorker in the motherfucking 1930s, why on earth would he ever have learned to drive?

So this little bastard can’t even tell the gas from the brakes, he gets all beefified, he goes on tour with the USO. Unless one of the showgirls coached him through stalling out a car all over some Hollywood back lot, he still can’t drive. He goes to Europe. At some point, some genius looks at him and thinks “this strapping specimen of American hunkhood obviously knows his way around a vehicle, let’s give him a motorcycle,” and Steve “no parachute” Rogers is like “how hard could this be?” and promptly wraps himself around approximately eight trees at the same time.

So then he’s kickin’ ass, fightin’ Hydra, and it’s just months of Bucky being like “give me the goddamn keys, Steven,” and Dum Dum and Morita endlessly encouraging his fucking insane Fury Road bullshit, like the Howling Commandos just use “grenade” as code for “Rogers” when they’re reporting why yet another truck has been destroyed beyond recognition. Yes, sir, another grenade, I agree, sir, it’s very odd that we keep losing vehicles in the same way, that’s the third this month alone

So then he’s in the future and SHIELD is sorting his shit out, and they’re not going to force Captain goddamn America to wait in line at the DMV, they’re all in complete awe in him and they’ve seen the old reels of him on his bike, so when they issue him his driver’s license without any type of road test they go ahead and give him a motorcycle license too

and steve is like …neat.

Ok so then Bucky is back, shit is settled down, everyone’s heading somewhere and Steve gets in the driver’s seat and Buck’s like WHOA WHOA WHOA are you people out of your goddamn minds?! Why is Steve driving, is this some kind of mission, are we heading into a combat zone, is the plan for the vehicle to get blown up?? GIVE ME THE GODDAMN KEYS STEVEN

And Sam is all “what are you talking about, Steve’s a great driver, I saw him jump his bike over a car once”

And Buck is all “yes but have you seen him use a turn signal?”

And Steve’s like, “Listen, we never needed to ‘signal’ our ‘turns’ in Nazi Germany.”

And after that Bucky always drives.

Fin.

okay but

this is basically how just about everyone in the us army in ww2 learned to drive

most infantrymen didn’t receive any instruction in vehicle use, but during ww2 they shipped about half a million jeeps overseas. most of them got used by logistics units and a lot got shipped to russia, but there were still so dang many of them that they would hand them to just about anyone who could have an excuse to use one.

gotta run a message? here’s a jeep. running gear up the line? take a jeep. got a 24 hour pass? just bring this jeep back safe, will you? you’re a cartoonist? here’s your own jeep. they handed them out like candy to everyone.

it wasn’t unreasonable on the face of it because the us was a car culture basically from the minute the car was invented, so most rural kids knew how to drive already. but tons of them didn’t, and at some point they’d almost certainly end up behind the wheel of a jeep.

as a result, accidents were hilariously common.

they pretty much assumed everyone knew how to drive based on the exact same logic used in this post. it was only after the war that somebody sat down and was like, yo, maybe we should make sure these kids know what a car is before we let them drive them.

I ACCIDENTALLY A HISTORY

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shanology:

shanology:

shanology:

shanology:

Can we just talk about the moment when the Howling Commandos realize that the only reason any of them made it out is because Steve loves Bucky That. Fucking. Much.? That if Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes were just a tiny bit less adorable, they’d all be dead?

mellyblue007 said: And later they hear Bucky reading Steve the riot act for “jumping out of an airplane flown by HOWARD STARK…oh my god, Steve, do you even remember the ‘flying’ car…into enemy territory ALONE, you big JERK!” and they know Bucky feels the same way.

sarah-the-ninja said: They probably tried to protect Bucky without him finding out, because Bucky was trying to protect Steve at the same time (and Steve’s an idiot)…Can you imagine them after the plane fell, though?

shanology:

Oh man I want those scenes so, so much. As flashbacks or hell, put the Howling Commandos in Agent Carter and just have them sit around telling war stories about these two dorks trying to keep each other safe at the expense of all else.

“Hey, remember the time Rogers pushed Barnes out of the way of that machine gun fire, and then Barnes picked up the shield and smacked him over the head with it?”

“Remember when Barnes snuck out at dawn and took down an entire Hydra encampment, one by one, with his rifle just so Rogers couldn’t storm the place?”

“Remember how they always used to share a tent?”

mellyblue007:

And all of the Commandos just stop and give Dum Dum the look while he giggles and takes another sip of his beer.

shanology: And someone mutters, “We don’t talk about the tent.”

turntechdickrider:

Okay but imagine the moment someone in the Howling Commandos actually realizes why Steve saves them and he just looks over at Bucky and goes, “You beautiful sonovabitch. I am so glad you’re attractive.” and poor Bucky is like uhhh thanks?? I think?

shanology: Oh man yes. YES. And the guys do everything they can to give Steve and Bucky time alone without them realizing it, because dammit, they owe it to them.

But the Commandos can’t decide whether it’s safer to always be near Bucky, because Steve is guaranteed to be there kicking people’s asses, or never be near Bucky, because Steve might throw YOU in front of a bullet if it came down to you or Barnes.

I’M JUST GONNA KEEP REBLOGGING THIS BECAUSE YOUR COMMENTS ARE MAKING MY DAY, GUYS:

butlerbookbinding: Now all I can see is the Commandos hunkering down, all “MEN, OUR VERY LIVES ARE RIDING ON THOSE DIMPLES AND THE CAPTAIN’S DESIRE TO RIDE THAT MAN LIKE A STALLION. KEEP HIM ALIVE AND ATTRACTIVE AT ALL COSTS!”

shadava: Remember that one time Steve and Bucky went out for fondue

“ride that man like a stallion” *dying*

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awrogersno:

i love how they just chose a photo of steve and bucky

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spitandvinegar:

Ok so we all know that the answer to “Where did Captain America learn to steal a car?” is “Nazi Germany” but I think the more pressing question here is when the fuck did this complete maniac get a driver’s license

Because ok, Mighty Mouse 1.0 is too poor to own a car, too short to reach the pedals, has vision problems, and is a goddamn New Yorker in the motherfucking 1930s, why on earth would he ever have learned to drive?

So this little bastard can’t even tell the gas from the brakes, he gets all beefified, he goes on tour with the USO. Unless one of the showgirls coached him through stalling out a car all over some Hollywood back lot, he still can’t drive. He goes to Europe. At some point, some genius looks at him and thinks “this strapping specimen of American hunkhood obviously knows his way around a vehicle, let’s give him a motorcycle,” and Steve “no parachute” Rogers is like “how hard could this be?” and promptly wraps himself around approximately eight trees at the same time.

So then he’s kickin’ ass, fightin’ Hydra, and it’s just months of Bucky being like “give me the goddamn keys, Steven,” and Dum Dum and Morita endlessly encouraging his fucking insane Fury Road bullshit, like the Howling Commandos just use “grenade” as code for “Rogers” when they’re reporting why yet another truck has been destroyed beyond recognition. Yes, sir, another grenade, I agree, sir, it’s very odd that we keep losing vehicles in the same way, that’s the third this month alone

So then he’s in the future and SHIELD is sorting his shit out, and they’re not going to force Captain goddamn America to wait in line at the DMV, they’re all in complete awe in him and they’ve seen the old reels of him on his bike, so when they issue him his driver’s license without any type of road test they go ahead and give him a motorcycle license too

and steve is like …neat.

Ok so then Bucky is back, shit is settled down, everyone’s heading somewhere and Steve gets in the driver’s seat and Buck’s like WHOA WHOA WHOA are you people out of your goddamn minds?! Why is Steve driving, is this some kind of mission, are we heading into a combat zone, is the plan for the vehicle to get blown up?? GIVE ME THE GODDAMN KEYS STEVEN

And Sam is all “what are you talking about, Steve’s a great driver, I saw him jump his bike over a car once”

And Buck is all “yes but have you seen him use a turn signal?”

And Steve’s like, “Listen, we never needed to ‘signal’ our ‘turns’ in Nazi Germany.”

And after that Bucky always drives.

Fin.

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