everyone has said and done problematic things in their lifetime. that’s a result of the society we live in, not necessarily a reflection of their character.
what is a reflection of their character is how they react to being informed of the negativity within their behavior and statements, and whether or not they choose to change their behavior.
flawless queen natalie dormer shutting down casual “fake geek girl” crap
As you might imagine, I walked into Captain America 2 ready to get my Soviet Russia on. The Winter Soldier run is one of my favorites in—well, in any comic, really, and from what I’d seen in the trailers and whatnot, it looked like we were going to get a…
i like how anthony mackie just played himself?? like he clearly went into the movie like “if i, anthony mackie, were the falcon, what would that be like? baller as hell, is the answer,” and just went with that
before u say anythign rude or offensive just think to urself: would steve rogers say that? if the answer is no, don’t say it
in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is
because little girls have heroes too
"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"
She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.
"I knew it," she whispers.
The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.
The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.
Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”
Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.
The Star Spangled Man, Captain America OST
little agent 13 listening to her cool aunt peggy’s war stories UuU
trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner
"He’s going to be a little late," Natasha tells Sam as he slides into the chair across from her. "He got held up."
"Bad traffic?" Sam asks, perusing the menu.
Natasha winces. “Uh. Um. Yeah. That.” She pulls her menu out and starts fanning herself with it. “Is it hot in here?”
"Kinda," Sam says, narrowing his eyes. "I can tell ‘em to turn the AC on. But it is kinda chilly outside. Damn polar vortex."
"Yeah," Natasha smiles winningly. Her expression goes from engaged to dazed in an instant. "Yes.” Sam spies a hand dipping below the edge of the table-cloth and gripping—gripping something.
"How bad, would you say, the traffic is?" Sam asks coyly.
"So bad," Natasha hisses.
"Bad enough for me to take a raincheck on this meal, I’ll bet," Sam growls.
Natasha grabs a knife and slams it into the table. Sam thinks he hears her actually whine while she buries the cutlery in the wood.
The entire restaurant stares at them.
"I thought I saw a bug," Natasha says breathlessly. "Definitely. There was a bug."
"I’m leaving now," Sam says. "Tell Bucky I say hi."
"Hi," Bucky says from under the table, voice muffled.
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