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steve rogers character inspo sideblog. do not reblog from here.

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ok kids it’s science story time. there’s a lot of steve’s story that both marvel & the fandom gloss over so i’ll get to it all later but today we’re talking about *drumroll pls* steve’s crash into the arctic because i’ve seen no one talk about it. it wasn’t pretty so read @ ur own risk xoxo

 steve didn’t die/go unconscious as soon as he hit the water. i think it’s really easy for us to hear the radio go out and assume he went with it. but what about the impact would have killed him? sure, steve was going fast. but even then, everyday people have survived nosedives into solid ground. this is a supersoldier we’re talking about, pumped full of adrenaline. and he hit water – liquid. the plane might crumple a little but not enough to even break a leg. of course the radio went out, this is the forties we’re talking about. no one had technology that could survive a nose dive into freezing waters (try throwing a landline in the pacific then giving it a ring). 

even when steve is pulled out, frozen and stiff, it’s clear he didn’t go on impact?? he was seated in the plane, but they pull him out laying down. actually, if you look close, he’s laying the way he’d be buried. 

so steve rogers had a plan. he figured he’d either die on impact or have a very short amount of time to adjust himself. maybe his radio would still work and they could send someone to look for him, but judging by his conversation with peggy he didn’t believe that. so when the radio went out he probably crawled out of his seat and busted out the windows. [ PRO TIP: you do this as soon as possible to let the water slowly come in rather than come rushing in. gives you time / just is less of a pain. if you ever crash ANYTHING into water bust the windows out asap ] this was cold water, too. he said he crashed in the arctic. then he’d probably grab his compass and lay down. maybe they wouldn’t find him in time to revive but they could always find him in a couple months. his parents wouldn’t be around to see his funeral, but maybe some aunts and uncles he didn’t know he had. steve rogers is a stubborn man, he wouldn’t want people to see him weak even in death.

drowning is a violent way to go. he’d hold his breath for as long as he could, until a gasp for air brought in icy waters instead. but we know steve stayed laying down. it’s how he was brought out of the ice. he was determined to hide any sign of struggle. at least while you drown, fighting off drowning becomes harder and harder to do. swimming isn’t an option. he’d plummet, plane and man both filling with water. pressure would begin to crush in on his muscles. (if you’ve ever been too far under water you know how painful that can be.) he’d go unconscious soon after. 

it is really easy to brush off steve as hitting the water and waking up seventy years later. i think how slow the drowning was paired with steve’s determination to not let those who look up to captain america see a pained man on the casket is vital to his character.

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steve rogers does EVERYTHING because he’s trying to do the right thing. he’s putting other people before himself. he is constantly thinking about the MORAL and EMOTIONAL implications of actions, never logical or rational. take the plane. he could have easily waited for peggy to call howard and have howard walk him through what to do. but steve, even presented with a rational option, is going to think emotionally. not only is he playing god 24/7, but he’s balancing catholic guilt and trying to pay for sins he’s never even committed. that’s always the direct cause of anything he does. 

however. 

it’s important to note he’s HEAVILY influenced by those close to him. namely peggy and bucky. 

the way they influence him is very different though. 

bucky is his childhood friend. he is who has been there since day one and steve predicts will be there til the end. steve does everything, even (you could even say especially, actually) bucky’s ‘’death’’, FOR or BECAUSE OF bucky. he’s working to protect bucky. he’s working to make bucky proud. he’s working to prove bucky wrong. he’s working off guilt over bucky’s death. he’s working to save bucky again. it’s always because of or for his best friend. 

peggy, romance aside, is someone steve looks up to. she climbed to a decent rank in her field in a short amount of time as a woman in the forties. she proved people wrong. she cared. steve does everything in accordance to what peggy says (though it’s oft misinterpreted). he wants to impress her, to be like her. to steve rogers, peggy is a role model. he trusts her word in ways he could never trust bucky’s. she’s skilled in ways he could never be and he respects her opinion. 

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headcanon 001. What kind of food do they like? Is it the same as when they were a kid? how about dislikes?

 childhood in years of art deco splendor and awe were gifted none of the benefits. farmers that struck rich and cherry-picked city of no sleep as new home were heard of, seen in passing glance, but never lifestyle OR FOOD shared. ( of which, rogers was quietly thankful. they didn’t get new york quite like he did ). 

what little coinage was shoved into tweed pocket was saved for treats home could not provide. mother cooked, or rather steamed, vegetables on a good night. rarely did stubborn blonde even pretend to eat the “meal”. malnourished frame, however, could always count on a vendor to emerge with vibrant treats. even in teenage years, when countrywide depression slimmed wallets and bodies, boney fingers would reach for that which was salty and sweet. mother would long joke of how roots should have been planted in new orleans rather than york, where bold food was norm. fake offense was always taken, of course. he’d never leave new york. 

the worst part of being overseas wasn’t the lack of respect he had from peers. while demeaning, rogers was a determined man. he’d win them over. from day one his concern was sustenance. this metabolism could not keep up with finicky eating of past. once a package arrived to 107th, a morale booster of sorts, filled with american goodies. church-wine licorice and pepsi-colas were hoarded under bed. everyone noticed, of course. captain was never meant to be agent. first time steve would eat, seriously eat, since he’d been there. no one was to stop it – orders from up top.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person.” thankfully, food quality followed suit. else finicky habits of old could lay super soldier six feet under within a day. twenty-first century cuisine saw no similarities to days of old. overwhelmed ( and admittedly a creature of habit ) captain sticks to vendor hot dogs and pretzels. he’s planning on giving thai food a shot, as soon as he finds out what or where a thai food is. palette for coffee developed sometime during freeze. drink is constant companion on cold northern mornings. some foods purchased are for irony’s sake, stuck in a slim pantry as strange conversation starter. wheeties with a dressed up rogers who cannot for the life of him recall that picture being taken. or a bag of doritos after some kid yelled ‘dorito’ at him across the street, calling for research that night. 

cooking ability is tragic at best. poor are those who show at wellmeaning door, expecting dish ahead to mirror classic american features of chef! burnt, rather than frozen. 

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soon as she unblocks me the wedding is back on

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Being brave isn’t glorifying. Being brave is messy. Being brave is walking forward when you thought you couldn’t even stand. Being brave is doing the right thing no matter the consequences. Being brave is being selfless.

Did you know that doing the right thing can feel like doing the wrong thing? ( c.d. )

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I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

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I know I’m asking a lot. But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.

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im literally waiting for the day when yall push chris evans so far that he throws on his captain america suit and actually starts punching nazis and fighting crime

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angelrom :

I’m that kind of person who keeps letters and birthday cards, tickets from trains, parks or museums.

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I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.

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