The mighty female Avengers! Look at Steve’s hair! Beautiful! But mine is better ;)
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February 24th, 2013
July 4th, 2012
Happy Birthday Cap
May 6th, 2012
Okay can I talk about this for a sec? No? Tough, because I’m gonna go ahead and do it anyway. Because this little exchange was so indicative of their relationship that I wanted to die.
We already know that without the armor, Tony sees himself as nothing. “Iron Man yes, Tony Stark not recommended”, right? There’s more than a touch of bitterness when he throws that exchange back at Coulson in his first scene. We know about his issues with his father, we know about his drinking, we know that he watched a man sacrifice his life in a cave in the Middle East so that he, Tony, could live.
Steve doesn’t. And yet almost by accident, he finds Tony’s weak spot, sticks in a knife, and twists. Steve’s trying to shame him, trying to hold Tony accountable for actions that he, as a soldier, sees as reckless and irrresponsible— he’s already furious with Tony for needling Banner, which potentially endangered the lives of everyone on the ship (He can’t know, of course, that Tony recognises something in Banner, a control on his inner demons that he can only envy; Tony knows what it’s like to have a monster inside of him that he can barely contain) and Tony’s devil-may-care attitude is the final straw. Steve sees right through Tony in a way few people do; but not deep enough, no, because if he could fathom just how deep Tony’s scars go (and if he wasn’t being influenced by Loki’s sceptre, just behind him) he wouldn’t have said those things.
Because hey, Steve is lashing out here. You saw him in the gym; all that coiled rage, the flashbacks, the way he destroyed that punching bag. Steve’s in as much pain as Tony right now. Not that anyone’s interested. They just want him to put on the suit and be glad they won the war. Tony’s comments earlier about Steve being “not of use” made their mark. Steve already feels outdated and useless. Tony represents everything Steve doesn’t understand about the new century, everything he hates; he’s an unreliable jumble of technology, ego and pop culture references Steve doesn’t understand. Oh, and Tony used to make weapons. Big weapons. How d’you think Steve felt when someone filled him in on the advances in warfare that happened while he was asleep?
And Tony? He’s having his insecurities thrown back at him by a living legend, by the man his father admired above all others; a man Howard Stark spent years digging through the ice for when he should have been caring for his son. Steve is talking, but I’m pretty sure Tony’s hearing his father.
“The only thing you fight for is yourself. You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play.”
Half of that sentence is true. Tony does fight for himself; he fights to redeem himself every day, not because of the body count his weapons have amassed (Natasha’s not the only one with red in her ledger) but because he doesn’t see himself as worthy of anything. Of the suit, of the few friends he has, of his money, of his life. He fights every day to prove to himself that he deserves to exist. And that is why he would make the sacrifice play. In a heartbeat. If he doesn’t deserve to be here, it’s only right he die for someone who does. And Steve just told him “yeah, you’re right, you don’t deserve to be here. I know guys worth ten of you, and they’re dead, and you’re alive.”
It’s awful, really, how much these two men are capable of hurting each other.
And yet. Underneath the barbs and the anger and the hurt, this exchange shows exactly why they work so well together.
“…to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you.”
“I think I would just cut the wire.”
“Always a way out.”
That. That right there. Tony is a master at thinking on his feet, at improvisation, at taking risks that tend to pay off. He’s brilliant, but volatile. And Steve is strategic, methodical, noble almost to a fault. Tony could come up with solutions Steve would never even dream of, and vice versa; when Tony spends time hacking into SHIELD’s servers, Steve investigates on foot. They are exact opposites, in personality and skill, and that’s why they’re the unofficial leaders of the Avengers. The differences that drive them apart in this scene are what’s going to make them unstoppable later on. Because they’re not half as good at anything as when they’re doing it next to each other.
(Source: dancys)
April 15th, 2012
April 1st, 2012
“06.08.11”
March 29th, 2012
“Marvel-crossover HP”
March 20th, 2012
I like his hat, too.
March 19th, 2012
au where their lives aren’t constantly plauged by pain and they’re free to be ridiculous young adults in love that stare at each other fondly.
inspired by this song.
OH MY GOD THE AMOUNT OF FEELS THIS IS GIVING ME DOES NOT BEAR THINKING ABOUT. >.>;; *_____________*
Hmmm right so: once upon the mid-80s two boys are born like two days apart in Brooklyn. And their mothers are old friends from like, I don’t know, maybe they’ve been friends since THEY were children or maybe they’ve been besties since college or maybe their friendship just grew out of being neighbors who were pregnant at the same time, being the only two people on the block who really understood why it was necessary that the corner store start stocking like, limited edition brands of Fanta and weird candy bars, or how fucking awful city summers could be. But whatever, they’re born at the tail end of August, Steve first and Bucky after, and the first air they breathe outside of the hospital doors is the same sick-sweet sweltering humidity for both of them, screaming their heads off in a parking lot two days apart in unwitting imitation of each other.
And as kids, right, as little kids, they get along depending on the day of the week and whether or not Bucky’s willing to share his toys, whether or not Steve’s willing to watch the rest of the neighborhood run around in a mid-July shower from a busted fire hydrant without telling anyone. Sometimes they get along famously and sometimes they fight, vicious little five-year-old scraps that leave Steve with skinned knees and Bucky with skinned elbows and both of them with exaggerated pouts as they stand with their backs to each other, waiting to tell the story to their mothers, who never side with either one of them but always laugh and offer popsicles and make it seem like maybe that no-good-rotten-poopy-head from down the street isn’t really so bad after all.
And then they start school, and it would be stupid to keep fighting with each other when there are so many people who are WORSE than either one of them, big kids who pick on littler kids and rich kids who pick on poorer kids and always someone waiting to deliver a pinch to Steve’s as-yet underdeveloped arms or stick Bucky’s scrappy little head in the toilet. And even if that wasn’t happening there would still be so MANY people to deal with, the size of PS 124 proving to be nearly overwhelming, so they band together the way you do, when the world expands without warning and you’ve got someone with you who’s in the same boat. After awhile the teachers joke about it, and the neighborhood jokes about it, and god knows their mothers never stop joking about it—nobody ever sees Bucky without Steve, and nobody ever sees Steve without Bucky.
Then they get older, hit puberty, hit high school. Things get weird after that.
Because…because it’s just them, right, they’re best friends, they’ve always been best friends, only one morning Steve wakes up and he tries to tell himself he doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about but he does, oh, fuck, he totally does, and he cannot be dreaming about that because Bucky is Bucky and that…that was not the kind of dream he should be having about Bucky, and he’s afraid Bucky’s going to know but when he gets to the bus stop Bucky’s quiet, sniffling in the mid-December chill and rubbing his hands together and trying to finish his math homework with a pen because that’s what he grabbed on the way out of the house, so Steve just throws an arm around his shoulders and pretends he’s not thinking about it and gives him the answer to question five. And then Steve has the growth spurt, and Bucky starts having some dreams of his own, only he’s not like Steve with the ability to push things down and deal with them later and he finds himself staring at Steve’s shoulders in English class and thinking horribly inappropriate thoughts and not realizing his name’s been called like ten times until Steve shakes him and is like “Bucky? You alright?” and it’s the end of the period and Bucky’s just had a sex fantasy in school, about his best friend, that’s GREAT.
Except that as it turns out it is great, because high school becomes summer jobs becomes college, and Bucky’s at NYU and Steve’s at Columbia and they get this tiny terrifying shitty apartment together because it’s the best they can afford and it’s cheaper than the on-campus housing and neither one of them is willing to stay with their mothers, god love them, but they’re also not willing to go weeks without seeing each other so it’s the best plan. And half of their time that first year is spent complaining bitterly about the heating and/or the lack of air conditioning and learning things no one should no about rat traps and panicking about missing their rent and having their moms find out since they co-signed the lease and drinking really terrible beer…
….but some of their time, some of it is spent exploring the shit they’ve figured out since Bucky ran a hand through his hair once, twice, three times, bit his lip, bit his thumbnail, said, “Steve, buddy, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” and Steve kissed him up against their awful ugly creaking door before he even got halfway through it, this fumbling-stupid 18 year old declaration of puppy love that never was, because Steve and Bucky have already been puppies, right, in the grand scheme of things, they’ve chased each other’s tails through their neighborhood and danced under the same fire hydrant, they’ve walked the same halls and done the same math problems, they’ve breathed the same sick-sweet sweltering air outside of the same hospital two days apart, and this shit is just growing up.
(Source: koriandr)
October 4th, 2011
(Source: bartonesque)
