lbr, even if they’d have a 50s honeymoon, they’d totally end up kicking ass and busting crime rings by accident
I WANT TO READ THAT FIC TOOOO
Really we just need Howard debriefing them after, sitting at his giant desk in his brand new SHIELD office, the two of them looking sullen and defiant, and he pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “Let’s discuss this again, you went on your honeymoon and how many people are dead?”
And Steve’s like “Look, I only killed the ones trying to kill me, I was good,” and Peggy’s all “And the rest of them were bad people anyway, I honestly don’t see the problem here” and Steve gives her this super doe-eyed look of passion and Howard mutters “I’m never getting married” to himself.
Someone needs to write this. Extra points if Steve has a bitemark/hickey on his neck, clearly visible, when Howard’s dressing them down.
Well, remember, the Hulk as an experiment in re-creating the super-soldier is very recent — I’d have to check with Mage for the precise date but I believe it only dates to the Ed Norton Hulk film. But to make it easy, let’s stick with MCU for now and ignore the comics, because in MCU Hulk was an attempt to re-create the Super Soldier Serum, though Bruce Banner wasn’t apparently aware of that.
I don’t think we’d see the Hulk sooner, at least in America, but the why of that is a complicated one.
If Erskine had lived, the Serum formula would have been in his control, which I don’t think was an accident; Erskine came from Nazi-controlled Germany and he presumably had a very healthy paranoia about authority. Even if the US had no plans to kill him, he knew that they wouldn’t dare think about it so long as he was the only one who knew the formula. It also meant he could exercise the same rigorous quality control on later test subjects that he did when choosing Steve. Phillips, for all his likeable qualities, was a military man in wartime and like most of the people he represented, he wanted the biggest, dumbest asshole to get the treatment — if Erskine didn’t control who got it, then the Army would start shoving men like Gilmore Hodge into the Sarcophagus of Pretty. And as we know, in the Sarcophagus of Pretty, good gets better, and bad gets worse. So you either get a lot of indestructible bullies, or you get a lot of dead ones. Erskine won’t have that.
So you have Erskine who is willing to make super soldiers but who is not going to unless they pass his personal inspection. The government’s still getting its soldiers, even if it’s not getting them super fast. Maybe they want more than Erskine is willing to give, but a bureaucracy at rest tends to stay at rest; as long as Erksine’s willing to play ball, it’s unlikely that anyone but a psychotic would push for parallel experimentation just so they could get more soldiers, and highly unlikely it would get funding.
There was a fanfic once, I wish I could remember where, that had one character talking about how it was a good thing Erksine died, because then the genetic arms race would have kicked into high gear, and you’d get armies of Super Soldiers running around fucking shit up. Another character pointed out that no — if personality affects how one reacts to the Serum, then what you get for candidates are people like Steve Rogers — people who will not use their power for personal gain, who will not blindly follow orders, and who will not stand to see the powerful dominate the weak. So what you end up with are a bunch of rational, thoughtful, stridently anti-authoritarian and nearly indestructible men who are trained to work well together and collaborate to achieve their goals. I can’t think the military would want too many of them.
If we did see a Hulk, I don’t think it would be an American one; I think it would be the product of Russia, post-war, trying to break the cold war stalemate by producing its own super soldiers with partial information taken from spies in America.
Steve knows perfectly well what it looks like, it’s just that, well, he doesn’t really care what the other Avengers think, and plus Tony choking on his spit every time it happens just never gets old.
Sometimes he even pauses before entering rooms so he can listen in on the discussions about what the hell he’s been doing with these young men.
The best one is when Jeff, the dark-haired guy with the scar that bisects his eyebrow, stands on tiptoe to kiss Steve’s cheek on his way out. He says, “thanks, sugar. Let’s do this again sometime,” and Steve watches in the mirror beside the door as Clint coughs into his coffee, spraying it all over his face and the chair behind him.
He tries not to smirk as he shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Gonna head back to bed for a bit,” he says, “didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
He thinks he might have cracked a rib trying to hold in his laughter as he heads back to his room, listening to Clint sputter behind him.
you know what would have been awesome? if natasha had gone up disguised as a basic white dude and then kicked ass WITH councilwoman hadley (who turned out to be an insider for fury)
and when nick needed someone else for the retinal scan? sharon carter shows up, supporting her elderly aunt. she smiles at fury, her former protege, and apologizes for being late.
I want her to be the ultra-sophisticated super-smooth and accomplished sophomore who takes Pepper under her wing at Harvard, makes sure Tony and Rhodey don’t work themselves to death at MIT, chats with Gene in Mandarin (okay, YELLS AT GENE in Mandarin when he’s being a dick), and opens a fashion house with Whitney in her spare time. And is also a badass winged size-shifting superhero.
Meanwhile, MIT junior Hank Pym can’t get his shit together long enough to talk to her, let alone ask her out, which is a total running joke all season.
I really wish we’d had a third season of Armored Adventures with new heroes and Steve getting defrosted and Howard continuing to be the only affectionate, supportive, well-adjusted Howard Stark in any canon anywhere.
Sam. Sam. SAM. I need this. The world needs this. You need to write this. For yourself. For the internet. For the universe. I am not above manipulating you in your medicated state. DO IT.
excuse you but this is an amazing headcanon and i’m in the process of putting it in my back pocket and stealing it RIGHT NOW
because you KNOW natasha knew something was up when fury gave the order for her to steal the info from the pirated ship, even though fury didn’t tell her anything bc he didn’t trust her (sob)
so natasha probably did a little digging of her own, didn’t get far but she knows enough that there’s a faction of shield that shouldn’t be trusted, and when rumlow comes to get steve, he wasn’t going to walk out of the triskilion so free and easy
it takes her all of two minutes to hack twitter, tumblr, instagram. she blows up the #captainamerica tag and all variations thereof with a new meme. it’s a picture of steve’s face she’d snapped when tony had said something particularly egregious and she calls it BACK IN MY DAY STEVE
(a popular one reads: BACK IN MY DAY WE DIDN’T HAVE YOUR UNNATURAL VACCINES/WE JUST HAD POLIO AND IT SUCKED)
she buys three packets of bubble gum and chews it, pacing the floors of the hospital. steve’s late so she gets another tag going, #captainameriBOOTY, tagging a picture of a shirtless blonde runner with shooort patriotic running shorts with steve’s name and a quick, capslocked-blurb about a sighting of the captain ameriBOOTY!!
that one goes viral in 20 minutes when TMZ picks it up.
she’s in the middle of writing a script that’ll indiscriminately tag porn, food and pictures of puppies with #steve rogers and #captain america when steve finally makes his appearance
knitting in the dark 