I keep thinking about Sam Wilson

jjjat3am:

Sam Wilson, who has wings made of metal and human imagination.

He was a paramedic. The maneuverability of his wings, the speed of his flight are all so he would be able to bring help to places no ordinary man could reach.

Imagine a soldier, stuck somewhere in the Alborz mountains, injured and dying, knowing that no helicopter can reach them, that no one would dare. Imagine looking up in your fever and seeing a pair of wings silhouetted against the sky.

Except, it’s not an angel coming to ease your way. It’s a black man, voice calm and reassuring, bandages and shots of antibiotic in his gear. He says his name is Sam and he asks you for yours. He asks you about your lover, about your kids, about the places you grew up in. Then he flies you off the mountain, trying to be gentle, but it’s jarring, because you’re alive.

You wake up in the hospital on your army base and you recover. You meet the man again and learn that there are more people with wings, a whole team and that when they take those wings off, they show you pictures of their dogs and buy you a beer.

Sam Wilson is a paramedic with wings. A healer and a savior.

Now, imagine Sam losing those wings. No, first, imagine him losing a soldier.

‘Is this the first time you lost a soldier?’ No, there were many, when the wings weren’t fast enough or when the blood flowed too freely. There were plenty of times you’ve sat down with someone who was saved by a different type of angel.

But losing someone who shares your sky? That’s different. That’s the sunshine melting the wax on your wings until they turn to feathers and you’re in freefall.

So you go back to Washington. It’s not the City of Angels, but it’s your city.

After a month spent sleepless, watching the skyline for some hint of a star, you walk into a Veteran’s center and you sit in a room full of people whose wings are clipped like yours.

You’re grounded now, but you can still heal, so you use your voice and try not to think of screams and broken metal feathers.

You take up running, because when you go really fast, it reminds you of the wind rushing against your face in freefall.

There, you meet a man that shines like the sun, blindingly enough to cover up his cracks. But you’re used to being closer to the sun than most. You see.

So you do what you were meant to: you heal and offer solace. First, with your words and then, when words aren’t enough, with your wings.

You take them out of storage and they call you Falcon.

Many of you were Falcons in the dry heat of the desert. Now, in a familiar skyline, you are alone.

You defend and you fight, because there can be no healing if there’s no one left to heal.

You are Sam Wilson and you have wings.

selenay936:

iamshadow21 replied to your post:

Ah, well it’s nice to know someone besides me and my other half is reading my rec roundups. Yay for sharing the fic love!

You do rec round-ups? Why didn’t I know this? I LOVE READING RECS. It gets me reading new things, or trying fics I might have skipped past.

Yeah, they’re over on my DW/LJ accounts, because it is too damn easy to lose things over here. I do one every week or two, whenever I think I’ve got enough. It started as a way for me to send recs to my partner without constantly emailing her. They’re not sorted at all, they’re just dumped in chronologically in the order I read them.

I have a big, much older Avengers rec post here, sorted by author, but I haven’t updated it in ages. About half of the recs on that list are on my Pinboard, properly tagged, etc. The plan was to have them all up there, but life got in the way.

I love your recs too! I find a lot of fic that way.

fieldbears:

potofsoup:

archeralli:

a weak and tortured bucky making sure steve gets to safety first

It’s because Bucky has a habit of letting Steve go first.

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1) Always let Steve go first up the stairs, so that you can keep an eye on him.  It’s easier to count Steve’s breaths and notice when Steve’s heart does that thing that makes him stop and shake.  Much easier to stop and pretend to tie your shoes while you wait, worried, than to realize 2 flights too late that Steve’s no longer with you. 

Later: Your limbs are sore and numb from being strapped to a table for 2 days and you’re pretty sure you haven’t eaten and the entire base might be exploding, but when Steve says “let’s go up,” you tell him to go first.

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2) Steve’s walk was mostly normal, though he swung his hips in a certain way to compensate for his scoliosis, and that put a special cadence to his stride that you unconsciously match. Even without Steve around you would twist your hip back before swinging your leg forward.  Twist, swing, twist, swing.

Later: Steve is leading the way through the forest, and you’re finally used to his height and broad shoulders and that dumb shield, but something still feels wrong.  Somehow your pace doesn’t quite match, and you can’t figure out why.

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3) Colors don’t work the same with Steve, so always describe unfamiliar objects by their shape and relative location, like that square window past the third door on the left, or the man wearing that unseasonably long coat standing in the corner by the garbage can.

Later: The boys are singing in the other room and you’re at the bar with Steve, trying very hard to get drunk because of course you’ll follow Steve into whatever but that doesn’t mean you have to do it sober.  “Steve,” you whisper, “Check out that lady by the door, next to that short thin guy who has his shirt open.”  Steve looks over.  “The one in the red dress?  That’s Miss Carter.”  You decide you need another drink.

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4) When walking down a narrow dark alleyway always stay on the right, because Steve’s bad ear makes the right side feel blind to him (though damn if Steve’d ever admit that).  On broad open streets, switch to Steve’s left side, so that Steve could hear you better through the noise.

Later: Dum-Dum gives you a weird look as you line up to charge into a Hydra base.  “Why won’t you take the left flank for a change?”  You start explaining Steve’s bad ear before you remember that he’s not that Steve any more, and that Captain America doesn’t have a bad ear.

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5) Stuff in your left pockets are for Steve: the asthma cigarettes that Steve could never afford, a dime for that popcorn that Steve likes, tickets for whatever shindig you’re trying to drag Steve along to. Sometimes you put things there for Steve and totally forget about it, like extra paper and a spare pencil in case Steve wants to doodle.  The left side always belongs to Steve.

Later: Steve is awfully quiet by the campfire.  You sit down by his good ear and reach into your left pocket.  “Hey,” you say, pulling out a news clipping about the war front that featured a lovely photo of Miss Carter.  “You read this yet?  They think Morita’s a Japanese defector, but the section on Dernier is priceless.”

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Still later:

Report on the Winter Soldier reset procedures

After the latest test run, only the following anomalies remain:

A) The asset tends to hug the right walls and not the left, and hesitates for 30 microseconds before climbing stairs.  However, he does not hesitate when scaling walls or ladders.

B) When walking unopposed the asset has a characteristic and identifiable stride, which is dropped when he is making a covered approach.  

C) The asset communicates via relative locations, often omitting crucial color information.  However, he can be commanded to describe the colors of any object in impressive detail.

D) When dressing himself, the asset keeps his knives exclusively on his right side, and his left pockets are underutilized.  This may be an effect of continued unfamiliarity with the new left arm.

After extensive field testing, we have determined that these anomalies do not impede the asset from completing his missions, and declare the reset process complete.

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[basically the textual partner to the colorblindness comic]

[The rest of my Captain America stuff]

This is perfect, and the thing I’ve been trying to think of how to write but so much better

What did Dumbledore do that makes him a bad person? It’s been a while since I’ve read the series and I’m curious.

kath-ballantyne:

marauders4evr:

apriki:

Dumbledore is literally the scum between my toes

  • LEAVES A 1YO CHILD ON A DOORSTEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT LIKE ‘OH NVM THEYLL FIND HIM IN THE MORNING LOL’
  • knows good and well how the dursleys are abusing and neglecting harry and just LETS THE SITUATION CONTINUE even though we see in the fifth book that he has the power to stop it (the ‘remember my last letter’). he lets harry be LOCKED UP IN A CUPBOARD and abused for ten years both because of the ””protection”’ privet dr has for harry (don’t worry, it’s only at the cost of his emotional and mental wellbeing, it’s all good) and because he WANTS harry to fall in love with the wizarding world, like voldemort did, like snape did, because it will make him easier to manipulate
  • GROOMS HARRY TO BECOME A PERSON WHO WILL WILLINGLY DIE FOR ””’THE GREATER GOOD””
  • PURPOSEFULLY WITHOLDS INFORMATION FROM HARRY AND KEEPS HIM UNINFORMED SO HE’LL DO WHAT DUMBLEDORE WANTS WHEN DUMBLEDORE WANTS HIM TO DO IT
  • tells harry in ootp that he kept the truth from him because HE ACCIDENTALLY ENDED UP CARING ABOUT HARRY. LIKE OH HERE’S THE KID I’VE BEEN PLANNING TO KILL AND HAVE LET LIVE A MISERABLE LOVELESS LIFE IN ORDER TO RIGHT THE WRONG OF THE OTHER BOY I FEEL LIKE I LET DOWN AND I ACCIDENTALLY REALISED HE’S A HUMAN BEING WELL FUCK
  • told arabella figg she couldn’t be nice to harry when he went to her house? like what the FUCK?
  • after all his lectures and ”’wisdom”’ STILL GOES AFTER THE HALLOWS HIMSELF BECAUSE HE WANTS THE POWER
  • literally told harry the only reason he didn’t make him a prefect was because he didn’t want people to think he ””plays favourites”” like he didn’t last minute give gryffindor the house cup like four fuckin years in a row because of harry
  • KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND DIDN’T TELL/PREPARE HARRY FOR THE EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION OF LOSING ANOTHER/HIS LAST FATHER FIGURE AND EVEN MADE HARRY WATCH HIM DIE
  • locked sirius up AFTER HE HAD SPENT TWELVE YEARS IN PRISON in the house where he was ABUSED AS A CHILD AND MADE TO FEEL OUTCAST AND UNLOVED and pretty much exacerbated sirius’ arrested development and feeling of worthlessness because he’s dumbledore and dumbledore knows best
  • LET SNAPE TEACH AT HOGWARTS FOR 15+ YEARS DESPITE KNOWING FULL WELL HOW HE TREATED STUDENTS JUST BECAUSE HE WANTED TO KEEP HIM CLOSE
  • HE IS IN A POSITION OF POWER – ARGUABLY THE POSITION OF POWER – AND USES IT TO MANIPULATE AND EMOTIONALLY TRAUMATISE HARRY AND BATTER HIM INTO A WEAPON TO USE AGAINST VOLDEMORT AT THE COST OF HARRY’S FUCKING CHILDHOOD

and this is NEVER ADDRESSED in the books. Dumbledore is never seen as anything but a wise and noble father figure to Harry. HARRY NAMES HIS SON AFTER THIS MAN WHO MANIPULATED HIM AND LITERALLY WALKED HIM INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE. FUCK dumbledore.

One of the worst moments of my life was when I realized that Dumbledore was not a great leader on a pedestal but rather a manipulator directing a bunch of mannequins. 

When the books came out I was having a lot of trouble with dyslexia and brain fog and couldn’t read so it wasn’t until after a fair few of the movies that I started reading. Well, having them read to me really because I still couldn’t read (omg I am so glad I’m not this bad right now. I have always read lots and lots and not being able to read is awful). So I was always pretty aware of how Dumbledore was. I never saw him as the saint.

I have had feelings about how dark Dumbledore is for a very long time, and it’s one of the reasons I wrote my shortfic Machination back in the day. Dumbledore is in no way a fluffy, kind, benevolent character; he’s a ruthless general playing the long game to win a war, using any people he can to do it.

bvchanant:

Imagine a polyamorous Steve, Peggy, and Bucky tho

Bucky comes back to Steve after weeks of captivity and torture and the first time he sees Steve look at Peggy he thinks to himself it’s done it’s fucking done you’re gone

One night he pushes himself to go to Steve’s tent to clear the air (I’ve been gone, I understand, I’m happy for you and Peggy, I’m not—) when he finds Peggy and Steve already there, poring over a copy of a map spread out on his table, exchanging possible troop movements and counter movements. Bucky raises a hand in apology and starts retreating back out, when Steve reaches for the neck of his shirt and kisses him brave and brazen and open-mouthed and embraces him with a ferocity he could not show anywhere else. Bucky’s still slightly reeling when Steve pulls away and Peggy places a hand on Steve’s back, bidding him goodnight with a kiss. 

“I’ll see you both in the morning,"she says gently, and Bucky sputters, "Wait, are you—”

And Peggy just smiles at Bucky just as Steve does.

“We’re at war, Sergeant. If we’re going to die, we’re gonna do so knowing we received all the love we can get.”

jabberwockypie:

capsicle107:

Steggy au + baby names, banter, and revelations 

↳For Atwellling for the starspangledexchange. ilu mara ♥♥♥ 

*SOB* Why aren’t there more stories where Peggy somehow POOF COMICS LOGIC makes it to the future with Steve!? I think I’ve seen one. ONE.

And she’d be there for him (along with Sam) when Winter Soldier Bucky shows up, too.

Come on, it’s not that hard to make up science stuff! Stan Lee did it all the time! All you have to do is like “Howard Stark did sciencey stuff, the end.”

And she could be friends with Natasha and Maria Hill and the other badass ladies of the MCU.

I mean, come on, we all know – and Steve knows – that she could take him, serum or no serum. (It’s one of the things he finds so attractive about Peggy.)

I demand fic. I demand it NOW.

If that fic wasn’t if this is home by Siria, then you need to read that ASAP. It’s my definitive Steve/Peggy.

mustangscullaaay:

someone please be awake and laugh about this with me

daja falls for a girl who turns out to be straight and briar’s having a douche day and laughs at her and so she just decks him and gives him a black eye and rosethorn visits the next day and is like ‘HOW DID YOU GET HURT TELL ME AND I’LL SKIN THEM UNLESS IT WAS YOUR FAULT’ and he tells her and she just laughs at him for 25 minutes without stopping and gives daja the emelan equivalent of a fistbump when she walks in and blatantly refuses to give him any of her bruise cream which he wasn’t even going to ask for because he can make his own, thank you, but jeez, rosethorn, thanks for letting me know how much you care when i’m in pain, and she just stops laughing at him never

daja meets a lady friend because she’s one of briar’s ~*~midnight paramours~*~ and she gets to know daja the morning after over a strong cup of trader tea (the girl’s done business with them before and loves its flavor so they bond) and is like, sorry briar, i met someone, and he’s like, WHO, and she’s like, your roommate, and he’s like DAJA THAT’S NOT FAIR YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SO HOT and she’s like, all’s fair in love and war buddy, and takes the girl by the elbow to have a lovely stroll through the market and talk about magic and their lives and make out adorably

and rosethorn finds out because briar is sulking in the garden and making the plants upset and she laughs even harder this time because she’s probably been at least one of the female components of this equation before and so she knows how it works and of course she tells lark who thinks it’s the greatest story she’s ever heard and they both give daja the emelan equivalent of a fistbump the next time they see her

the end

kath-ballantyne:

Steve with wings.

My girl iamshadow wrote a cute fic called Chrysalid.

Summary:

You’re not ashamed of them, not really. You just wish that if the serum was going to give you super strength and health and ridiculous head wings, the government would have at least given you something less humiliating to do than parade around in fancy dress.

Notes:

Gifted to Sam, because he’s got a lot on his plate right now.

Inspired by Sam’s adorable funny post Headwings, which talks about Steve maybe having actual head wings in the comics, and what that might mean. Because I’m not really a comics person, this story is pretty strictly MCU.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1895217

Anyway I wanted to draw Bucky stroking Steve’s wing but it was beyond me so I drew this instead. Quicky and sketchy and so not my usual style (OMG no lines *cries* how do you do edges?) but I kind of like it.

Photoshop CS2 and a touch screen stylus because my Wacom is broken

My baby made me sneaky fanart for my fic while I cooked dinner!