These two have so many powerful quotes that imply how willing they are to sacrifice themselves for each other, but people often forget this one, the one that leads us to the roots of their friendship in MCU. Steve is heartbroken, he has to go on in this life without his parents. Bucky offers his help, he offers a place for him to stay at. Steve doesn’t wanna trouble him but also wants to point out that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. And now, the best part. Bucky doesn’t deny that. He doesn’t even state out that he knows that because he knew that all along. He knew Steve isn’t a fragile flower who will shrivel and die. He knew Steve’s a fighter and that he has been through so much and he knew that Steve can pull through this too. He just wanted Steve to know he will stand by his side no matter what happens in their lives, he offers his company in this worst moment of Steve’s life, because that’s what kind of person Bucky is. He doesn’t plan on ever leaving Steve.
Actually, according to the 1923 Supreme Court interpretation of the Naturalization Act, you could also become a naturalized citizen if you were of African descent. 1924 was when Native Americans were included. Gotta exclude those Asiatics, though. But this is too complicated to put in that one line so… yeah.
I wanted Steve and Bucky to be in more worker strikes, but apparently the biggest ones in NYC were either immediately post-WWII, or in 1911 following the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, and most of the protestors were Jewish women who worked in the garment industry. (And lbr, they totally missed the Civil Rights movement.)
Here’s the quick Wikipedia link to the child labor thing. 🙂 I learned so much making this comic!
Happy Birthday, Steve. The world is not that great right now, both here and in Marvel-verse, but let’s keep on trucking.
Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)
You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.
😳
HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.
Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m saying
HAPPY SATURDAY
Parker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs.
Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.)
“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove).
“Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient.
“Your grandma?” Parker asked.
“Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said.
“I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.
“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen.
“Like snacks?”
“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed.
Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked.
“No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!”
I NEED A WHOLE MULTICHAPTER FIC OF THEIR EMAIL CORRESPONDENCES
Elliot: Are you aware that when you email me, the profile picture that pops up is Kermit the Frog in a cowl?
Bucky: Who’s Kermit the Frog?
Elliot: How do I even explain this.
Shuri: HOLD MY COCA COLA
Then Shuri and Hardison make a Prezi of all the pop culture Bucky missed. Elliot makes Parker attend as well. There is a multiple-choice exam and also an essay portion. Parker wrote hers on “Why do we even have the hula hoop if we’re not allowed to use it to rob museums” and Bucky did his on “Video killed the radio star but podcasts will have their revenge.”
knitting in the dark 