I really love that Clint appears to be the one who does the most cooking in your fics, but it’s not something I’ve seen anywhere else (most people write him as a strictly pizza and take-out kind of guy until someone forces him to eat real food), so where does that come from? What’s your headcanon on where and why he learned to cook?

scifigrl47:

Childhood hunger haunts people.  It haunts people badly, and like a lot of other childhood traumas, it shapes the person’s whole life.  In my limited experience, people who grow up hungry have one of two reactions in life:

1. They do live off of pizza, take-out and convenience foods, because their relationship with food and how they get it is so irreparably broken.  They eat what they can get when they can get it, and there’s a desperate element to that consumption, because they cannot get past the ingrained thought that they do not know when they will next have access to food.  

2. They distance themselves from their childhood hunger by tightly controlling what they eat and drink, by developing an appreciation for food beyond what they learned growing up.  Their lives still, in many ways, fixate on food, but in a different way from the first group.  

Clint, for me, has a lot of control issues.  A lot of what he does boils down to control, what he maintains and what he’s able to give up.  It’s the control he did not have as a child, that he struggled to acquire, that puts him in the second group for me.  I do write him as being the survivor of childhood physical and emotional abuse.  Not to put too fine a point on it, but it’s body autonomy, it’s control over what he eats that scrapes against an eating disorder on occasion.  The only way to have (close to) complete control over what you eat is to cook it yourself.  

So it’s a couple of things:

-I do think that Clint had a good mother, who did the best she could to feed her children, as best she could with what limited funds she had.  What food he had was probably as good as she could manage, but there wasn’t much of it, and it wasn’t reliable.  But Clint does know what solid, home cooking was like, and he does equate it with what safety he had as a child.

-Cooking is a marketable skill, both in the job market and in personal life.  Someone who can cook has something to offer a group of people.  Food attracts people.  You have worth if you can feed people.  It’s necessary, but more than that, sharing a meal is something that connects people. 

-Cooking is a skill that rewards simple stubborn practice.  Sure, you can read a recipe, and follow it, and get something good.  But cooking works pretty well if you learn a few basics and then just do what you like.  You don’t have to have a lot of reference material.  You don’t need a formal education.  You can learn, little by little, here and there.  It’s an oral tradition in so many communities.  It’s done by eye and by taste, there’s no exact measurements, and no punishment is handed down if you add peppers instead of carrots or skip the caraway seeds if you don’t like them.  It might not taste as good.  Or it might taste better.  Or it might lead you to something else entirely.  Cooking rewards the brave, and the stubborn, and it can be made YOURS so easily.  A handful of secret ingredients and it’s now YOUR special recipe for spaghetti sauce.

 I like to make a lot of jokes about Clint living off of junk food, and the Avengers having bad eating habits, and I think, they do on some level.  But you don’t maintain that kind of musculature and that kind of strength and physical ability by living off of fast food. So I write Clint as someone who likes to cook, and more than that, who likes to cook for these people.  It’s his place, in this weird little family dynamic.  It’s what he can offer them, now that he doesn’t have to worry about money, about hunger, about being forced out.

I’ve also written Clint as having this kind of relationship with food. To date, the one fic I really focussed on it in is Lucky Pennies, and it’s something Coulson observes in the way Clint eats, but also, later, you’ve got Clint trying to feed Coulson, as this kind of apology/nurturing thing where he knows that Coulson’s mad at him and that him being there is probably making the situation worse, but his need to feed Coulson overrides it, and Coulson recognises that and lets Clint do it. I’ve also got a pretty intense thing to do with food between Clint and Bruce in my marvel bang fic, which will be getting published later this year, where Bruce and Clint talk to each other about how spending time in abusive households and care has affected their relationship with food.

See, Rowling largely operates Harry’s generation in a clear system of parallels to the previous generation, Marauders and all. Harry is his father—Quidditch star, a little pig-headed sometimes, an excellent leader. Ron is Sirius Black—snarky and fun, loyal to a fault, mired in self-doubts. Hermione is Remus Lupin—book smart and meticulous, always level-headed, unfailingly perceptive. Ginny is Lily Evans—a firecracker, clever and kind, unwilling to take excuses. Draco Malfoy is Severus Snape—a natural foil to Harry, pretentious, possessed of the frailest ego and also deeper sense of right and wrong when it counts. And guess what? Neville Longbottom is Peter Pettigrew.

Neville is a perfect example of how one single ingredient in the recipe can either ruin your casserole (or stew, or treacle tart, whatever you like), or utterly perfect your whole dish. Neville is the tide-turner, the shiny hinge. And all because he happens to be in the same position as Wormtail… but makes all the hard choices that Pettigrew refused the first time around. Other characters are in similar positions, but none of them go so far as Neville. None of them prove that the shaping of destiny is all on the individual the way he does.

Sam Wilson was an NCO, not an officer

copperbadge:

scifigrl47:

zoeblaize:

rainewynd:

kickair8p:

primarybufferpanel:

Have to get this off my chest, because I see Sam called Major a lot.

Pararescueman (Sometimes called Parajumpers or PJs) in the USAF, which we’re told Sam was, is an enlisted position. Sam Wilson was a non-commissioned officer – I’m gonna guess he was at least a Sergeant and given the level of specialised training, probably a Staff Sergeant.

Pararescuemen have officers – they are called Combat Rescue Officers. They have most of the same training (though not all in as much detail) plus officer/strategic training. The idea is that the PJs are the detail guys (concentrating on individual casualties) the CRO keeps a wider, coordinating view, so doesn’t (or at least tries not to) get tied down with his hands stuck in somebody’s guts. I don’t think it is very likely a CRO would be strapping on a wingsuit, but in any case if Sam says he was Pararescue that means by definition that he was an NCO.

(Why does this bother me? Because while I think for most writers it’s a well-meant ‘well he was brave and important, must have been an officer’ that’s ignoring the many highly trained and skilled people who can be found among the NCOs. Making Sam an officer may feel like valueing him up, but it’s also kind of valueing NCOs down)

From what my googling’s turned up (sorry, away from my notes right now) a Pararescuemen in that kind of position (regardless of what equipment he’s using) would probably be an Airman First Class or Senior Airman.  But yeah, definitely not an officer.

Some official links for info: http://www.airforce.com/careers/detail/pararescue-males-only/

http://www.airforce.com/special-operations/#/badge-combat-rescue-officer (includes physical fitness prep PDF)

Also, some great answers at this forum: http://forums.military.com/eve/forums/a/tpc/f/9701924461/m/9160022392001

it’s a small thing 

but the USAF doesn’t have a rank of “Sergeant” 

our enlisted ranks are Airman Basic, Airman, Airman First Class, Senior Airman, Staff Sergeant, Tech Sergeant, Master Sergeant, Senior Master Sergeant, and Chief Master Sergeant 

I asked my father about this, and his response was that the air force only had one rank: Badass. Everything else was just a matter of degree. This is much more helpful.

This is probably my fault. I did a fic, he was a Major in it. 

Being fair to me, however, the above information is almost impossible to come by unless you know where to look or know someone who can tell you, and even messageboard were vastly unhelpful. Research just turned up that “anyone can be a PJ, they just have to apply and go through the training”. The structure of our military is both complex to all and maddeningly opaque to outsiders. 

I made him a Major, amusingly given this post, because the ONE thing I could find is that USAF doesn’t have the rank of Sergeant. I was going to make him an NCO but literally couldn’t find a goddamn title to give to him.

So, uh, thank you! I am spreading the information that has helpfully been provided.

steamchef:

roane72:

Okay, but the funny part here (aside from Lilian), is that Cap does this ALL THE TIME in the comics. Like, this exchange. Even in the little bit I read, I saw it two or three times:

Villain: You won’t do the thing, you’re Captain America.

Cap: Nope. *indicates less morally upright companion* They will.

Which kind of suggests that Cap is less about moral uprightness and more about plausible deniability. 😉

He’s still just a paladin in a mixed-alignment party. “I can’t kill that orc, because it’s unarmed, and I’m a paladin of justice. My ranger buddy, however, can totally do that. So go ahead, ranger buddy.”

darthstitch:

Let me tell you about a thing.

That look on Bucky’s face. That is the look of a man who’s barely keeping it together because the love of his life got hurt again. That look is where he really, really wants to throw tiny bitty Steve over his shoulder and carry him off where he can be safe and sound and nobody can hurt him.

But he can’t do that. He won’t do that. Because while he can protect Steve, he can’t make Steve feel like he’s less than what he is. He won’t step on Steve’s dignity like that, because it’s more than just stupid pride. It’s everything to do with respecting Steve and the strength in him that is a lot more than the physical.

So he’ll walk in when Steve’s out of his depth and cover with a smart ass comment that will keep Steve from feeling worse than he already does. They’ll banter and snark while Bucky covertly makes sure Steve isn’t hurt worse than he appears.

But then there’s that look and he isn’t as good at hiding as he thinks he is and Steve will remember that. One day, Steve will figure it out, because he’ll recognize that same expression in himself. And maybe they won’t have to cover things up so much with snark and wiseass commentary.

Maybe Steve will just lean over, press his lips against Bucky’s temple and say, “Love you, jerk.”

Maybe Bucky will turn his head, press a kiss back to the corner of Steve’s mouth and answer, “Right back ‘atcha, punk.”

krusca:

You know ive read a few “bucky survives and becomes captain america in the 21st c fics” but they’re all horribly sad, with bucky not picking up the shield and being depressed/suicidal, not joining the avengers, etc etc and imo I think Bucky wouldn’t do that 

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jabberwockypie:

punkgender:

punk!steve rogers though

  • steve waking up to find the 21st century as oppressive as the 1940’s and being furious about it
  • steve refusing to support a government that is complicit in it’s own citizen’s oppression
  • steve going to protests and protecting people from police brutality
  • steve wearing his captain america uniform while speaking out against inequality
  • steve/captain america becoming a symbol of the revolution.
  • captain america, not a symbol of america as it is, but america as it should be
  • because steve rogers doesn’t like bullies. he doesn’t care where they’re from.

Steve as a clinic escort IN FULL CAP REGALIA, OH YEAH.

Steve being as outraged as I am over this bullshit Hobby Lobby supreme court decision.

kath-ballantyne:

bewaretheides315:

lukystars:

bluberryjelly:

starkednlokid:

 

Admit it we were all a little bummed out that the old lady didn’t actually all that badass fighting in this scene

I WAS DEVASTATED

Agreed

 (stuffimgogingtohellfor)

I choose to believe that before the Alzheimer’s really set in Peggy and a bunch of the other retired ladies of SHIELD used to tell their families they were going out for bingo nights and then drive into the roughest parts of the city to bring some sweet vigilante justice. Nobody ever heard about it because none of the criminals were ever willing to admit they got their asses kicked by a bunch of grandmas, but there was a sudden drop in crimes against the elderly in DC. 

 It got better

kath-ballantyne:

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

biochip:

#possibly the worst photoset in existence 

man, all you gotta do is to imagine steve doing all of these post-cap2:

1. pressed shoulder to shoulder with bucky on the couch, watching their old war tapes, ha you looked like such a weiner with your hair like that

2. getting calls from natasha!! all hours of the night and day. steve’ll be jogging or something and his cell will buzz and it’ll be from an unlisted number, hey what is your opinion on [deep philosophical/moral/political issue] and also rhodey wants your rsvp for the batchelor party, he knows you’ve been avoiding him and wants you to know that despite what tony says there’s NOT going to be strippers.

she also gives him rides to and from visiting peggy. on the drives back she plays harry james and lets steve be silent and nostalgic, looking out the window

3. sam loves open-air cafes, loves any excuse to eat outside. every sunday, he and steve will pick a new one to brunch in, obstinately to round out steve’s 21st century culinary education, but mostly so that sam can update his not-so-secret foodie blog. as they sip their coffee after the meal, steve brings out a small sketchpad and draws buildings, people, and a lot of sam’s face as he hunches over his laptop, muttering about the consistency of chocolate mousse.

4. bucky’s crammed into that seat by the window, leaning into steve’s space as he hotly debates the artistic merits of inception versus early hitchcock films with natasha, who’s sitting in the perpendicular seat. it’s dissolved into russian and steve’s worried that they’re either conspiring to kill someone or go halfsies on a wedding present for tony & pepper without cutting steve in like they promised. sam’s hanging onto the rail by steve’s shoulder, scrolling through imgur on this phone. occasionally he’ll shove it in steve’s face and 9/10 times it’ll be a picture of some kid dressed up like captain america. or falcon. steve can’t help but smile, soft and ridiculous, every single time.

(they’re going out drinking, they’re going home to crash, they’re going to kill a man. doesn’t matter. they’re young-ish adults in the city that never sleeps. they’ll figure it out.)

It helps, it really helps

minim-calibre:

typewriterchan:

theladymonsters:

Anyone who dismisses her as eye candy didn’t watch the same movie I did, and ought to go sit in a corner and think about their misogyny.

I mean, god, it’s the little things.  That “who do you want me to be?” she asks Steve while they’re in the car is just so raw.  This is a woman whose entire life has been defined by ‘who do you want me to be?’ and so she falls back on it because she has nothing else left.  And Steve doesn’t buy into the trap and just says “how about a friend?”

And god, her face when she thought Nick Fury was dying. The sheer level of silent devastation she’s trying not to show and failing.  

I just cannot get seeing this moving and not seeing Natasha. Because if you just dismiss her as eye candy, that’s what you’re doing (I’m looking at you, several male reviewers). 

Today’s list of standout Natasha moments (it varies):

  • Reaction to Nick’s death.
  • Reaction to NIck’s not being dead (she looks so wounded under the physical pain and confusion).
  • Suiting up and infiltrating the WSC meeting with Pierce with a gunshot wound to her shoulder. 
  • Speaking of that, saving their asses shortly after getting said GSW, using a heavy piece of equipment even while she could barely stand.
  • Using the widow’s bite on herself.
  • That moment where she pauses to gird her emotional loins before she respond’s to Pierce’s jab about the world seeing her as she is (which it wouldn’t, because of course who she is and how she is is not what she’s done).
  • The steely-eyed, contained anger bubble gum snap. (Most bad-ass use of bubble gum ever.)