Thank you, Sam.
( Seriously, I want a Cap belly warmer. )
Steve shows up to an Avengers meeting in August wearing a red white and blue scarf that hangs down nearly to his knees, with little pieces of yarn sticking out anywhere there’s a color change. When Tony stares, Steve shrugs. “Bucky hasn’t figured out how to weave in ends yet,” he says, toying with one of the errant pieces. “Pretty good though, right?”
Tony says nothing. Tony’s not sure there’s anything to say, except, maybe, that knitting needles sound pretty fucking dangerous in the hands of the Winter Soldier.
In September, Natasha pulls her tablet out of a black knit pouch with red edging; in October, Sam’s wearing a pair of thick grey fingerless gloves, little black wings adorning the tops. Clint comes home one day November wearing deep purple arm warmers, and a few days later Bruce walks by wearing the exact same ones in green. By December, Thor’s storing Mjolnir in a little silver knitted sack, and when Steve and Bucky show up for the Christmas party in matching handmade sweaters, holding hands and generally looking much more like something out of an adorable Hallmark commercial than Tony would’ve guessed upon meeting Barnes six months ago, he has to admit it: he’s hurt.
"I am not hurt," he hisses at Pepper, when she finds him sulking. "I am — confused. And! Cold! If Barnes is going to knit things for the entire team then, I mean, whatever, I don’t care. I’m just saying, it’s not exactly fair, is it? Everyone getting something and me—”
"Tony," Pepper interrupts, giving him her gentlest exasperated eyeroll, "Bucky left something for us in the foyer."
It’s a blanket, as it turns out, red and gold striped. Pepper wraps around her shoulders immediately and refuses to give it back, even when Tony tugs her into a kiss and tries to use the distraction to steal it off her. It looks awesome, though, and it feels pretty damn comfortable for the, like, eight seconds Tony gets his hands on it before Pepper sails away, still wearing it around her shoulders. Huh.
Tony sidles up to Steve at the next Avengers meeting. “Hey,” Tony says, “you were right: your boy’s pretty good with a needle. You think he could make a hat that says ‘War Machine Rox,’ spelled with an X? I need a good birthday present for Rhodey.”
Steve beams at him.
I think I just died of adorableness
For Good Luck (New York Is on Fire)
this better get a lot of notes it took me two days
ok so let’s list some of the common fandom tropes that have characterized steve in fics, headcanons, and fanworks over the last 2 years.
(and disclaimer, if you happen to subscribe to any of these it does not mean anything bad, necessarily, but just be aware that your interpretation of the canon is somewhat…looser than it could be. except if you think steve’s a bigot in which case can I interest you in ultimates?)
- blushing virgin
- doesn’t swear, is actively offended by swearing, insists that people use SWEAR JARS
- dislikes weapons, especially guns
- can’t talk to women
- can’t talk to women=secretly gay (secretly gay=internalized homophobia god if I never see another internalized homophobia tag on a steve fic I will be a HAPPY CAMPER)
- scared of women (scared of nATASHA)
- EXTREME PRUDE (alternatively, total slut)
- raging asshole, angry aLL THE TIME
- racist, homophobic, misogynist “because he’s from the early 20th century”
- or just low-level misogynist, ie, ~won’t hit a woman~ etc etc
- doesn’t get pop culture references (refuses to get pop culture references)
- hates the modern world
- can’t use a toaster/microwave/breaks all technology given to him
- doesn’t know how to use the internet
- suicidally depressed about being stuck in the modern world, unable to move on
- idolizing the good old days, thinking everything was better in the past
- always follows the rules, absolute STICKLER for em, can’t disobey orders no matter what. DEFINITELY CAN NEVER BREAK THE LAW THAT’S WHAT CAPTAIN AMERICA STANDS FOR, THE LAW OBVIOUSLY
- blindly supports the US government, naively trusts SHIELD
- cries a lot
- wants to settle down, have kids, live in the suburbs (?????)
- is perfect
- thinks he’s perfect
- is humorless, doesn’t make jokes, doesn’t like or understand jokes
- no personality
- only wears grandpa clothes
- mm there’s probably more but I think this covers most of them
if you’ve seen cap 2, nearly all these tropes were disproven at some point or another. steve isn’t scared of women, he isn’t racist, he is adjusting to the modern world and actively trying to catch up with everything he’s missed, he knows how to use a microwave (I know that wasn’t necessarily disproven but HE UNDERSTANDS TECHNOLOGY AND I’M PRETTY SURE I SAW A MICROWAVE IN HIS APARTMENT), and he very much understands what SHIELD is and what its flaws are. and he has literally never followed the rules. like. that’s how he became captain america, that was never canon.
I mean, this exaggerated caricature of a misinterpretation of steve rogers that exists in fandom is kind of to be expected, as it has happened to literally every single character. tony has been reduced to daddy issues and gay tears, (likewise with loki), thor is a simpleton who TALKS LIKE THIS and only eats poptarts, clint acts like a bird, natasha if she even exists in fics is an emotionless robot who plays with knives…etc etc. but the fact that cap 2 so diligently worked at chipping away at steve’s fanon mischaracterization is almost too deliberate, like the russos are somehow aware that this is the perception of steve and they needed to fix it.
whatever the reason, it tickled me to no end and I’m so glad that at least some portion of tumblr is now self-aware enough to recognize and come to loathe the marvel fandom’s trends.
They did the same thing in Thor 2, where the “primitive Asgard” trope was neatly destroyed by the revelation that the Aesir have spaceships and laser weapons and children’s toys that would revolutionize Earth science. Also Sif is not impressed by your archaic computers yo!
Now if only fandom would sit up and pay attention I would be thrilled.
All of thiiiiiis!
Now, all I need from Avengers 2 is to crush the notion that the Avengers team is completely controlled and administrated by Shield. That trope has me gritting teeth all the fucking time.
Saying “I’ll see you out there” when really - neither of them probably expect to see eachother ever again but wont give voice to the thought.
I finally caught up with hickmans avengers and like
what if it was the avengers where steve and tony were a thing came to 616
what if the tony from the other universe didn’t know he was in another universe and acts like he usually does and kisses 616steve in front of 616tony
what if confusion/jealousy ensues….
and 616tony angst
When Bucky loses track of himself in public spaces, Steve’s instinct is to guide, shelter, and nearly smother him with care. Bucky has to shake him off afterward, spend all of his remaining energy convincing Steve he’s alright.
He’s jogging with Steve and Sam when it happens one morning. He can smell some family setting out butterbrots and kasha and for a second he can’t remember—or maybe it is remembering, but it ties up his feet and he stumbles. He can’t remember whether he speaks Russian or English—no, it’s definitely Russian, he’s definitely speaking in Russian.
Steve gasps and rushes to his side, but Sam cuts him off, gets in his way.
"Hey, comrade," said Sam, holding out a hand to Bucky, "thought you were on my right."
Bucky takes the hand.
“На правой стороне. Да.”
Sam nods and takes off again, pulling Steve by the elbow. Bucky keeps pace easily.
He can’t sleep. The bed’s too soft, everyone told him that, but also the apartment was too close, too filled with Steve. It made his head hurt like trying to speak a language he doesn’t know, always throbbing in his brain.
He sits outside of Sam’s window in Harlem on the fire escape one morning just before dawn. There’s a nest of pigeons on the roof of the next building and he just watches them coo and rustle for a couple of hours.
He falls asleep with his head tilted against the window pane.
He wakes before noon and finds a paper bag next to him. He opens it and finds two donuts inside. One is topped with pink frosting and sprinkles. It makes him smile and tastes of nothing but sugar.
Sam leaves the window open when it gets warmer. Bucky sits on the window sill and listens when Sam explains why Marvin Gaye is all you need to know about the twentieth century and how his grandmother used to make rye bread from scratch.
Bucky doesn’t loop around Sam the way Steve does. Steve always has a route and a goal and a purpose, but Bucky never does. Sometimes he runs backwards, just to face Sam and to make him smile when he knocks into the inevitable obstacle.
Steve comes around again. Bucky tries to trip him, Steve leapfrogs over Bucky’s shoulders.
Bucky bites his lip when his own grin gets too big, but likes the way it lingers on Sam’s face.
Bucky cooks in Sam’s apartment and Sam leaves the baseball game on in the living room. Bucky doesn’t remember much about baseball, but he likes the crack of the bat when it hits the ball.
Sam meets him in a field with two catcher’s mitts and a baseball. Bucky throws with his right-hand even though it feels unnatural. Steve told him he was a righty, but he doesn’t remember it. He doesn’t feel like a righty.
Just to see, Sam runs down the field and Bucky lobs one with his left. Sam has to run even farther, his eyes squinting up into the sunlight.
Bucky runs after him.
That feels right.
Bucky watches TV with Sam on his couch until Sam falls asleep on his shoulder. Bucky doesn’t sleep easily and envies the ability to lean up against another person and forget that they could kill you.
He shifts his arm so that flesh-and-blood tucks around Sam and pulls him slightly closer. He can feel Sam’s warm breath on the joint between neck and shoulder.
Sam wakes up slowly an hour later and smiles at Bucky.
And Bucky may not be the man he once was—or even the man he was after that—but Sam’s too good, it fills him up to think about how good Sam is and how little he asks of Bucky.
"Hey, comrade," said Sam, sleep-rough and deep, "is something gonna happen here?"
So Bucky leaned in and kissed him.
Yeees, I’ll ship it.