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

itsde-lightful:

theladymonsters:

magesmagesmages:

sounds-simple-right:

badscienceshenanigans:

kbdownie:

thegingermullet:

Did they ever reveal how Captain America was thawed? Because I’m picturing a bunch of Shield agents with hair dryers and I don’t think that’s quite right.

I don’t think they’d want to microwave him so hair dryer is really the only remaining option. That’s how I’d do it. badscienceshenanigans Do you have a sciency way to accomplish this task?

Well, let’s see. 

To thaw a 1.5 metric ton colossal squid frozen in a block of ice (the only way the fishermen who trawled the thing in could bring it home before it went bad), scientists put it in a big vat of brine just above 0 Celsius/32F. That allowed the fresh water to melt while still keeping the squid as cold as possible. Essential, since for a giant corpse with tentacles, certain parts are bound to thaw days before others and could become quite rotten before the rest comes out of the ice block if you’re not careful. 

HOWEVER Captain America was still alive, which complicates things. On the other hand, even supersoldiers are significantly smaller than this record-setting colossal squid. This helps thaw logistics somewhat.

Much like the squid, Captain America would have to be kept at a consistent temperature throughout his body in order to be thawed successfully. If his extremities were to thaw more than a minute or two before his heart and lungs were thawed and reactivated, the tissue wouldn’t have any oxygen and would quickly die. What a shame to bring back Steve Rogers only to have him be the poster boy for gangrene. Brain tissue becoming metabolically active before the cardiovascular system began functioning would be even more disastrous— possible permanent brain damage. 

And the GH-325 project was born

To keep his temperature as equal as possible across his entire body, something like the squid brine or (more likely) an antifreeze solution would be used. Immerse the Capsicle in brine until the entire unit is within a degree or two of thawing* to begin Phase II.

*Note that due to presence of salts, fats, protein, etc, the freezing point of meat is actually 28-29F. Apologies to non-US readers, sadly I only work with American meat and don’t know the freezing point of corpses/beef in Sane Country Units. That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project. 

At the thawing point, it’s important to consider life support functions. I don’t know how fast human tissue uses up oxygen at refrigerator-range temperatures, but I’m going to assume that the sooner you have oxygen circulating the better. A heart-lung machine would be needed to oxygenate and move the blood around for a while before the heart gets started back up. 

Meanwhile, because Captain America’s last un-frozen moments were spent deep underwater, there may be decompression issues at play. Whatever gas bubbles may have been present in his tissue are currently frozen in place, but when he thaws they can move about and create embolisms —> the bends. Better put him in a hyperbaric chamber just in case. 

Since Captain America regained consciousness in a recovery room rather than during the thaw process, it may be safe to assume that he was sedated and/or placed in a drug-induced coma during thaw. 

So at this point we’ve got a giant bathtub of brine, a heart-lung machine, oxygen canisters, lots of drugs, plus all the necessary monitoring equipment all inside a hyperbaric chamber. After thawing the antifreeze bath could be replaced with gradually warming water or saline solution in order to bring Captain America back up to normal body temperature. So many machines! This is US medicine at its finest.

Forced warm air blowers (hairdryers) are needed after Captain America is fully thawed, organ systems are reactivated, and he is brought back to normal body temperature. At this point it becomes necessary to dry and style Captain America and put him in period-appropriate jammies to sleep it off in a vintage hospital room. If you think hearing the wrong baseball game tipped him off fast, you should see him wake up with bad hair. 

THIS IS THE BEST POST IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING.

That being said, Steve Rogers is 100% American meat. Fahrenheit shall be considered the appropriate unit for this project. 

#thats actually kind of fuckin hilarious bc they spent all that time making sure his temp was okay and he went through decompression and that he got enough oxygen#AND THEN THEY JUST HAPPEN TO CHOOSE THE ONE FUCKIN BASEBALL GAME THAT HE WAS AT#and he fUCKIN SPRINTS INTO MANHATTAN TRAFFIC#good job shield#good job

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maplerosekisses:

you know, when Steve introduces himself in TWS, Sam laughs and says “I’d put that together.” which makes sense because no normal human can run like that.

but like WHEN did he put it together? how many laps did it take before it dawned on him? at what point did Sam Wilson suddenly realize that he was being TROLLED BY CAPTAIN AMERICA

I SUDDENLY VERY MUCH NEED TO KNOW THIS.

No seriously, don’t sit there and go “Moran you’re so cute,” talk to me about Sam, who’s tired because…well, he works at the VA, with people like him, people who’ve seen the worst humanity has to offer, who’ve lost friends so close they were more than family, whose beds are too hard and who sometimes struggle to see the light, maybe even some people who, like him, are torn between blessed relief at being away from the fight and the deep thrum of the march in their souls.  And about how Sam’s tired, physically tired because he can’t sleep, mentally weary from his work, which is rewarding sometimes but not often, emotionally exhausted because some part of him kind of misses it, misses the fight, so Sam runs, and maybe that seems backwards but he used to be able to fly and that’s something he’s not really allowed to tell people (which sucks, by the way, national security his fine black ass) and running is almost like flight.  Except it’s not, at all.

Talk to me about how Sam’s been running the same damn laps every morning since he got home and he would actually almost be okay with some jackass starting shit on the street because it would be something to do.  Talk to me about how Sam ran at a reasonable hour at first (military man or not, he doesn’t get along with mornings) but there were so many people, mothers jogging with strollers, tourists wandering and just getting in the way, bicycles everywhere, and he likes people fine, sure, he’s one charming son of a bitch if he does say so himself (he doesn’t actually, because his mama would still whup his ass if she heard him), but not when they’re interfering with his run.  And about how Sam starts inching his run earlier and earlier until he’s seeing the damn sunrise again, but he’s running with one or two other folks who give him a businesslike nod and a brisk warning so they don’t collide and he likes that a lot better because no one should really be expected to be social that early in the morning.

Talk to me about how one morning this random guy with blond hair and a jaw like a goddamn Adonis and shoulders so wide you could put the whole Lincoln memorial on top of them starts running at an ungodly hour with the scant few of them who are out by then, and he runs in this bizarrely delicate way that should be exhausting but clearly isn’t because this guy is fucking booking it like the proverbial bat out of hell.  Talk to me about how at first Sam’s just blown away, too blown away to really even think about it as this random blond god blazes past him again and again (he almost doesn’t mind at first because it’s an absolute pleasure to watch the man leave him in the dust–Sam’s a good looking guy, and he knows it, but the guy’s ass is something else).  And about how at first it gets to be this habit: go for run, get whipped by random blond dude, politely ogle blond dude’s ass as he runs past, leave with an appreciation for the good things in life and a healthily lowered ego.  About how Sam gets to almost be weird non-friends-but-kind-of-work-out-buddies with Random Blond Guy over a week or so, who always dodges politely rather than giving a warning, just like he is with the other handful of runners at this hour.

Talk to me about how one day the blond guy blows past Sam with a brisk “On your left” and Sam almost stumbles because, first of all, they don’t talk, that’s not a thing, and second of all, that motherfucker’s not even out of breath.  Talk to me about how that kind of pisses Sam off in a way that the simple running didn’t, and suddenly he’s pushing himself a little more, a little harder and the guy comes past again with another “on your left” and they finish the run like that but this time, this time Sam’s been paying more attention and the guy has been doing something ridiculous like thirty miles an hour plus (it’s not like he actually clocked him, okay, he’s guessing here) and wow, that’s just inhuman, flat out impossible.  Talk to me about how Sam goes back out to run the next day and it happens again and this time Sam’s paying even more attention and–son of a bitch that’s goddamn Captain America trolling him like a pro.  Sam almost has a heart attack on the spot, he actually almost does, he stumbles and feels his heartrate hitch and everything, but he stays on his feet possibly through sheer ego because Captain fucking America might lap him a million times every morning, but he’s sure as shit not going to fall into the Reflecting Pool because of the shock, no sir, that’s just too humiliating to consider.

And the next day Random Blond Captain America comes and talks to Sam after their run and the fucker’s got jokes, too.

It literally doesn’t even surprise Sam when he agrees to go risk his neck to help the bastard.  Fuck this civilian life bit, he’s got priorities.

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sapphireswimming:

stevestuckyonbucky:

Steve and Bucky going to the smithsonian and standing like they’re wax statues in the exhibits just to see who gets caught first

(via puppetmaster55) pffffff, i bet steve would, the little kids would be staring and he couldn’t help but wink at them, he thought it would be a cute way to show that it really was him, but then they started screaming, bucky manages to keep a straight face through it all, though steve can’t fathom why, when security comes steve throws bucky under the bus, meanwhile two rooms over, in the avengers wax exhibit, natasha is on day five and still hasn’t been spotted.                                                

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starrr-prince:

onethingconstant:

agentnicdown:

• Steve, Bucky, and Thor chilling after a battle, sharing some of Thor’s special brew because they’re the only ones who can handle it.
  
• Thor setting the hammer on a table and grinning at Steve, Care for another try?
• Steve shrugging good-naturedly and taking hold of the handle. Sure, why not.
• Thor watching nervously while pretending not to be nervous.
• Steve budging the hammer.
• Thor LOLing.
• It would seem that you are still simply unworthy, Captain.
• Bucky snorting, tossing back the rest of his drink, and stepping up next to Steve. Are you kidding me? Move aside, Rogers.
• Bucky grabbing the handle with his metal arm and pulling and pulling and glaring and looking to Steve.
• Give me a hand.
• That’s not how it works, Buck.
• Just get over here, ya punk.
• Steve grabbing hold just above Bucky’s clenched fist.
• Thor LOLing in the background.
• Bucky and Steve getting ready, Steve beginning with On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3–
• And the hammer lifts off the table so easily that the two stumble back, shocked, hands still clasped one above the other.
• Silence.
• Bucky and Steve hold the hammer in the air and look at Thor in unison.
• Thor stares wide-eyed.
• Well, he begins after a few more moments, … if there are no pictures, it never happened.
• Bucky yelling for Nat or Sam to get their butts in the room to take a photo before Thor can call the hammer back to him and growling Don’t let go Steve for fuck’s sake DON’T LET GO–

ACCEPTED SO HARD.

NEITHER of them thinks that they are worthy, but they both believe that the other is so their faith in one another balances it out

(Source: agentnicdown-blog, via thepainofthesass)

starlockhobbit:

trashcanamerica:

clavid-tennant:

imagine if tony goes “i’m too hot” and expects steve to go “hot damn” but instead steve just gets up and turns on the air conditioner

and the next day tony walks into the room when bucky goes “i’m too hot” and steve looks tony directly in the eyes and whispers “hot damn” and tony looks at him with a look of utmost betrayal

CIVIL WAR

(Source: badasstille, via thepainofthesass)