I WAS COUGHING REALLY BADLY AND THEN I SNEEZED AND NOW MY COUGH IS GONE HAIL HYDRA
take the standard “loki apologist argument” and then replace “loki” with “bucky barnes” and your argument is now correct
on our brothers in arms
Your story may not have such a happy beginning, but that does not make you who you are. It’s the rest of your story, who you choose to be.
black widow/ Чёрная вдова/ chernaya vdova/ natalia alianovna romanova/ natasha romanoff
okay but can you imagine like
a week after your truck gets stolen out of the goddamn mall parking lot, you get a knock on the door and there’s fucking Captain America standing there. Says he’s here about your goddamn truck. And for a moment you wonder if he started working for the police now that Shield took a dive, but you don’t say so, you just nod when he describes your truck to you, license plate number, make, model and color, all to a tee.
And then the weirdest thing happens (weirder than Captain America just showing up at your front door). Captain America starts looking bashful. And then he tells you your truck was lost ‘in the line of duty’. You must still look a little awestruck because he elaborates; he’s the one who took your truck.
Captain America fucking stole your goddamn truck out of the goddamn mall parking lot.
And he’s going to pay for a new one. And he’s very, very sorry.
imagine bucky and natasha whispering behind steve’s back in russian, just little harmless things like “he’s cute when he’s angry” and “if you tell him he’s got a nice ass he’ll turn the color of your hair” so steve decides he’s gonna learn some russian so he can understand what they’re saying about him, but it has an unintended side effect. bucky mumbles in his sleep when he’s restless, sometimes english or spanish or japanese, but most often in russian. usually it’s a litany of “don’t make me don’t make me please stop don’t make me i don’t want to” but every now and then it’ll be something along the lines of “begging for your life won’t make a fucking difference to me” and steve can’t decide which is worse
do not pity the dead harry. pity the living. and above all, pity those who leave the theater before the credits are finished completely rolling on a marvel film