Fuck though, I mean…give me all the stories about growing up in the Middle Of Nowhere and your dad’s a Superhero. And you remember, right, when you were so small, you only just barely remember, when he was a Secret Agent. Or maybe you don’t, maybe you never knew, he just Does Something For The Government, but you can’t tell any of the other kids, say he’s in the Air Force, say he’s a Merchant Mariner who comes home sun and wind burnt, pockets full of strange things. Say he consults with the circus, that’s how and your mom met, when she still threw axes for a living.
Nights you stay up waiting, and he doesn’t come home. Mom said he won’t be back until next week, but you thought, maybe…this once. The mornings you get up and he’s HERE when did he GET here Dad Dad Dad! The afternoons where his phone starts to buzz, and you realize you’re going to be finishing your Science Fair project on your own.
I want the story of too many emotions, of joy that you can’t hold, of hero worship, of sick resentment burning in your lungs and your gut that he’s not here, he’s never HERE, of pride swelling like the sea when your dad saves the whole. fucking. world.
Give me the Barton kids growing up and figuring out that being an adult is just constantly Faking It, and god, Dad never really had his shit together, did he?
Tag: i still believe in heroes
Imagine Bucky is Steve’s soulmate in an AU where you only see color when you meet your soulmate. However, both of them are still missing some colors, so they know they’re still missing their other someone (or someones!).
They first meet in an alley behind the drug store after Bucky chases off the McCullough crew. Bucky’s a little concerned that the kid’s concussed because the little punk is sitting staring at his blood-spattered shirt and giggling wildly. Steve’s got red, although neither of them realize the significance or even exactly what’s happening – Bucky just thinks the kid’s eyes are weird – until they limp out of the alley and Bucky looks up at the sky and realizes blue.
They don’t know what to do with this information; color transference is an adults-only, whispered conversation; there’s more rumors and misinformation than they can poke a stick at. Still, they make their own way: Steve shyly finds blue things to give Bucky, and Bucky fills his pockets with red things for Steve.
Bucky hoards his money and works his contacts until he can find someone old enough who’s willing to source him three staggeringly-expensive black market colored pencils.
“Holy cow,” Steve whispers, eyes huge. He starts shading immediately; the red, blue, and yellow; then he starts layering them, making colors in front of Bucky’s eyes, and it’s the most obscenely entrancing thing he’s ever seen.
“Which can you see?” Bucky asks. Steve reverently brushes his fingers across the paper.
“All these. You gave me this.” He touches the variations of red, then points further along. “But I don’t think this bit should be gray.”
“It’s dull for me too. Maybe it’s supposed to be like that.” Bucky shrugs. “If you can’t see it either, then I’m not missin’ out on anything, right?”
~*~
Steve can still see red after Bucky falls from the train, and that feels like a cruel joke and a betrayal all at once.
~*~
One of the biggest shocks of the 21st century is the man-made color production. Film is in color, billboards are in color, and Steve spends hours researching, wrapping his head around the culture clashes of the 60s and 70s as the technology was fiercely contested across the country.
The first time Steve goes running in the morning, he notes the guy in the dull shirt running towards him and they greet with a breathless, “Mornin.’” Steve glances back and stumbles into a dead, shocked stop, choking and crying. He wants so desperately to be able to tell Bucky: the color they were missing was purple, and it’s beautiful.
It’s Sam who approaches him the next morning, cautious but open. “I mean, man, it never has to mean a damn thing, and we never have to do anything with it, but I think you gave me blue and thank you for the sky. My god.”
Purple is still laced with too much pain, but Steve can grin and be pleased for Sam.
“Can I buy you breakfast?” Sam asks.
Justice Kagan’s top Spider-Man jokes from today’s patent case
Dear tumblr,
I know the venn diagram of comic book nerds and law nerds is a thin sliver, but the fact that no one on my whole dashboard discovered this today and yelled about it made me a little sad.
And a little happy, too, because I get to share it with you.
In a patent case between Marvel and a guy who created what later became a Spider-Man toy, Justice Kagan pulled out all kind of Spider-Man references. Including, but not limited to, the best cf. citation of all time.
And what else have I learned from this? That according to The Supreme Court Review, she is a massive comic fan and her favorite movie is The Avengers.
Shit, guys, now I have to reconfigure my whole list of favorite lady justices!
Regardless, I hope you enjoy.
Justice Kagan’s top Spider-Man jokes from today’s patent case
tin soldiers
By idrillka. Polish-speakers, you have an absolute gold mine here in the rest of her stuff. I super can’t read it, but I’m reccing her herself for sure. Written before and so disregarding AoU.
Multimedia reactions centred around Steve, following his public return after the Battle of New York and past Winter Soldier. The real-time coverage of the showdown on the bridge is actually rather chilling.
This is long and complicated and I’m tired enough not to be able to pick out a passage that covers all the great point this brings up, but, in the end,
Steve Rogers @steverogers
Thank you. It only took us a century. #SteveRogers #BuckyBarnes
Catnap in the sun
This is for a lovely prompt by nefhiriel at avengersgen:
Bucky has spent far too much time locked up underground/going on night time missions. Cue rehabilitation involving a LOT of cat-naps in the sun. He doesn’t even need a chair. He just follows the shifting sunbeams around and sits down on the floor and closes his eyes and enjoys the sunshine. And falls asleep. And amuses everyone, a lot.
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imagine sam wilson meandering into avengers tower to find steve and where is he anyway because it’s movie night and he didn’t show and he finds mjolnir propped against some door and is like ‘ha ha steve bought one of those ebay replicas, what a nerd’ and picks it up to go tease steve but then steve comes bursting out of the room now that mjolnir’s not holding the door closed
and sam’s like ‘i can’t believe captain america is into avengers collectibles’ and waves the hammer at him and it lightning-fries the wall behind steve’s head and sam’s like ‘SHIT. SHIT!?!!? SHIT!!!!!’
later new yorkers are very surprised and upset to see the god of thunder racing along the sidewalk screaming “GIVE IT BACK!!!” to a cackling flying lightning-shooting robot-winged maniac and the large blond riding him like a pony
so who do I have to kill for this
I’m willing to help cheerlead or hide a body, you make the call.
Interviewer: You do a lot of door busting. There is so much of you destroying doors!
just an average friday night for the avengers
Kimchi and Justice 