“Puny god” haha.
Cap, by Federica.
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There Wouldn’t Be Baseball in Hell.
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Reputedly a scene was filmed where during the final battle Captain America saves an old man trying to protect his grandchildren. He tells him to ‘Get them to cover’ but as he walks away the old man asks him “Cap, is that really you?’. He turns and noting the man’s World War 2 veteran lapel pin trades salutes with him. As Captain America sprints away the children ask their grandfather ‘Do you know him?’ and he replies ‘We all know him’.
That would have been such a nice scene. Oh well.
I want this scene.
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Sylvia Plath (via pavorst)
When you get right down to it, Steve’s missed a lot.
He’s missed skirts getting shorter, governments getting set on fire, poets breathing in torrid gas in their empty kitchens.
He’s missed Maria staring absently out the window, curling her hair around a finger while her son tugs at her dress.
He’s missed Howard- Howard, his friend, Howard, the inventor, Howard, the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist, turn into something else, something that Tony sees when his eyes glass over.
He’s missed fathers slapping their sons, mothers holding their daughter’s bony hands, brothers, sisters, generations all being born and living and dying as he’s breathing in the ice under the Atlantic ocean.
He’s missed Tony at age nineteen, standing in the middle of an empty house after his parent’s funeral, after Jarvis’s funeral, after Peggy’s-
And Peggy, oh, Peggy. He’s missed (misses) the clench of her wrinkled fingers in the hospital bedsheets, how her eyes flutter closed on that last exhale.
He’s missed Elvis, and Martin Luther King, and Princess Diana.
He’s missed girls braving through piercings, husbands dying with a hand to their chests, soldiers tipping their heads back at the ash-grey sky and wondering if it’s even worth it.
He’s missed entire lives, but he’s still here, still fighting.
He’s here- 2012, the 21st century, and they still don’t have flying cars that Howard had promised, and he gets a morbid kick out of that.
He’s here when Stark turns into Tony, when he presses the arc reactor into place and avoids Tony’s scrabbling hands, when the blue light flickers back to life.
He’s here when he first sees Natasha grin- not a paper grin, like the practised ones he sees when she’s being Natalie, but a full, glowing grin while she’s caught off guard and Clint’s doing something stupid.
He’s here when he finds out why Tony gets that pinched expression whenever he tries to talk about Howard, why he had always had those bruises on his arms, his face, the imprint of an expensive shoe in his ribs.
He’s here when they’re all sprawled together in the lounge, while Tony and Bruce both try to explain Facebook to a demigod and end up breaking an i-pad.
He’s here when he wakes up to a white ceiling, and thinks for a second, I better get up, Bucky always barges in when-
He always catches himself before he can finish.
He’s here for galas, and meaningless parties and photoshoots that Fury makes them attend for publicity.
He’s here for the first taste of store-brought lemonade fizzing down his throat, for gritting his teeth through street-brought hotdogs that taste like cardboard.
He’s here for the walls coming down- for Bruce to trudge out in his pyjamas, for Clint to blurt out something about his dead brother and then not bring it up for eight weeks, for Natasha to fall asleep next to him with her cheek pressed into his jeans one night when everyone else is discussing battle tactics.
He’s here for Tony with a hand shoved against his forehead, laughing so hard he half-chokes.
He’s here for wanting him, for looking over the internet for the details into the changed laws, for sneaking glances during meetings.
He’s here when he first kisses him- Tony pulls away almost immediately, making some stupid excuse and tripping over his four-hundred-dollar shoes as he half-runs out of the room.
He’s here for Tony kissing him hurriedly the next day, tasting like engine fluid and burnt things and days of un-brushed teeth, and Steve still smiles into his mouth.
He’s here for the slip-up that everyone pretends not to notice- Tony waves his hand, irritated, and mutters, let’s just get the fuck home, I want to sleep for a week, and everyone sort of glances at each other, because they’ve all known it for a while now.
Utterly, absolutely, completely-